The challenge two alphas one girl novel Chapter 26

Fang’s POV

Friday’s broken foot meant that the Alphas would be physically carrying her around everywhere all the time. I roared in anger, slamming my fist into the bathroom mirror. Astrid flinched.

“What’s wrong, Fang?” She cooed. “Talk to me.”

I looked at my bl00dy wrist. The flesh began to heal instantly pushing the glass splinters out and then the skin came together until every trace of the injury vanished. I had to admit. It must s.uck to be Friday, knowing that this was in her genetics but it skipped her somehow. Healing at a human rate seemed like a nightmare but it would also bring out the most protective sides possible in both of her alpha mates. They weren’t even fighting with each other anymore because they were so concerned. This was horrible timing.

“I’m upset because…” I paused, thinking of a plausible lie. “I wish Friday and I could be closer.” That came out fake and Astrid raised her eyebrows incredulously.

“I mean…she’s going to be Luna. There’s no higher rank than that and she dislikes us you know. It might jeopardise our position here,” I said.

Astrid looked pensive. She clearly had not considered this before.

“We just have to be nicer to her,” she suggested, shrugging.

“Maybe…you should spend some time with Friday,” I added.

Astrid looked like I had asked her to eat a tablespoon of ground glass.

“Remember when you dressed her up for the opening ceremony of the challenge. Everyone was amazed at how different she looked and she made the front page of the Marigold Morning newspapers,” I said, throwing the larger shards of glass away.

Astrid smiled. “I did do a good job.”

“You should offer to fix her up for her wedding, her engagement party, her bridal shower…that kind of thing,” I continued.

Astrid was nodding fervently. I knew Astrid adored the limelight.

“Those are great ideas, Hun,” she said, clapping her hands together.

Thaddeus’ POV

“I love you,” I whispered, gazing into her eyes. It was true.

Her eyes widened. They were glistening with tears. A stray tear escaped down her cheek and I quickly wiped it away. I had loved her since the moment I laid eyes on her but now it had become more apparent. Her pain was my pain. Her joy was my joy. Her suffering was my suffering. Her triumph was my triumph. She was my heart, existing outside of my body.

“I love you, Thaddeus,” she said.

I nuzzled her and held her closer. We stayed like that until it was five minutes to midnight. I tucked her in and k!ssed her goodnight. I was really apprehensive about leaving an injured Friday on her own but I was right next-door and Maze was opposite. He was far from my favourite person but we did see eye to eye on one thing and that was Friday. She was the top priority.

Maze’s POV

I was a little unsure of what to do with Friday on my day now that she had broken her foot. I wanted to do something relaxing, something that was manageable even for someone high on pain-k!llers. I was lucky I was the Alpha. I called in a last minute favour. I went to fetch Friday first thing in the morning and found Thaddeus already in her room. I was livid. He put his palms up. His tone was apologetic.

“I know it’s your day but I wanted to make sure she had help for anything she needed and I woke up before you. I couldn’t just not check on her,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Friday was dressed in a blue sund.ress that Thaddeus had probably helped her pick out on my day. He had no right to infringe upon it, especially with that half-baked excuse, as if I couldn’t help Friday get ready.

“Thanks Thaddeus,” said Friday sweetly. She was sitting in her wheelchair. She had crutches but we had also gotten her a wheelchair which allowed her to put her feet up. I wheeled her to the dining room. It did not make sense snatching her away early today. I had to give my special guest time to prepare for my date with Friday. Thaddeus followed us into the dining room.

Friday refused everything she was offered for breakfast, complaining that the pain-k!llers were making her nauseated. The thought of little Friday not eating properly for the next six weeks was making me nauseated. Thaddeus and I both pleaded with her to have something so she would not have to take her medication on an empty stomach. She obliged, sighing. I carried her bridal style down the stairs and to my surprise, Thaddeus followed us holding the folded-up wheelchair and crutches. He put those things in the trunk and opened the door so I could gently place Friday in the car. I looked at him awkwardly.

“Um, thank you,” I said nodding.

“You’re welcome,” he said, shrugging his shoulders at me and waving and blowing a k!ss to Friday who had begun to sing again. She did have a sweet soft singing voice but the lyrics which I was sure she made up herself needed work. The chauffeur took me and Friday to the Marigold Hotel. I carried her into the h.uge empty kitchen there. There were several kitchens at the hotel but I had shut down this one in particular for Friday and me.

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“What’s going on, Maze?” Asked Friday excitedly, her breath ticking my ear.

I k!ssed her gently. Right on cue, Gregory Georgetown walked into the kitchen. Friday squealed in delight. I could not help the smug smirk that slid onto my face. Gregory was one of the most famous werewolf chefs in the world in addition to being a Marigold native and family friend. He was well-known for his desserts so I had hoped my mate and her sweet tooth knew of him. She clearly did by her reaction.

“I’m Gregory Georgetown. Call me Greg. I’m the head chef here at the Marigold Hotel Restaurant which boasts five Michelin stars,” said Greg, winking. He was a tall guy, lean with wavy blond hair and brown eyes. He had on his white chef’s uniform and hat. “I also have my own cooking show, Wolf it or Waste it, where amateur chefs win cash or their food ends up in the thrash!”

I struggled not to roll my eyes. Greg was all about self-promotion. Friday clapped after his introduction and I grinned at her. She was so adorable.

“Greg is going to do a private cooking class with us,” I explained as I put Friday down on a chair near the kitchen counter. “This is my mate, Friday.”

“Nice to meet you Friday!” Said Greg cheerfully. “Now as I always say, if you want to learn how to bake, you gotta start with the cupcake!”

Ugh! But Friday was into it. Greg walked us through the batter recipe. He had everything already measured out in bowls so we basically just poured things and mixed them. We made chocolate, vanilla and red velvet. Friday kept stealing batter to eat. I took the bowls away from her. Just because I was not going criticise did not mean I would not confiscate either. She pouted and sulked.

Friday’s POV

My family never let me watch too much television but even I knew who Gregory Georgetown was. His desserts were legendary and all of his restaurants were top rated. All of his cooking shows were hits. He showed us how to make three basic cupcake batters. The chocolate was so rich, the vanilla was light and fluffy and the red velvet had an exotic flair to it. Maze took the batters away from me after a while to my chagrin.

Next we made chocolate b.uttercream frosting for the chocolate cupcakes, vanilla b.uttercream frosting for the vanilla cupcakes and cream cheese b.uttercream frosting for the red velvet cupcakes. The cream cheese b.uttercream was my favourite of the frostings. Maze eventually took that away too. We a.ssembled the cupcakes and had fun decorating them. There were so many cute decorations in the kitchen, star sprinkles, heart sprinkles, all colours of edible glitter, and dark, white and milk chocolate chips. I could tell Maze was wary of me being around the chocolate chips. He said I had a chocolate chip problem.

Maze made his half-dozen cupcakes say Friday. I smiled. I wrote I on my six cupcakes. Maze grinned. We fed each other cupcakes. They were delicious. Greg was looking at me curiously.

“Why are you in that cast?” He asked.

“I broke my foot yesterday,” I explained.

“It should be healed by now,” he said matter-of-factly. I felt a small prickle of shame.

“I heal at a human speed because I’m wolf-less,” I mumbled.

“That’s tough!” Exclaimed Gregory. “You gotta watch her like a hawk to make sure she doesn’t get injured again,” said Greg to Maze who nodded in agreement.

“I remember I would never let my wife out of my sight back when she was wolf-less,” said Greg thoughtfully.

Huh. “Your wife was wolf-less, meaning she’s no longer wolf-less?” I asked eagerly.

“Yeah, she was wolf-less when I met her around age twenty-one. After I marked her, she shifted,” said Gregory plainly, his mouth full of cupcake.

Friday seemed content to just eat cupcakes for lunch but I encouraged her to have some savoury food at the hotel restaurant. After that, we returned to the pack house. Astrid, Beta Fang’s mate, stopped us on the Beta floor. Her wardrobe consisted entirely of outfits that resembled the one I had confiscated from Friday. She was wearing an orange tube top today with a tight short skirt. Friday had made my mouth water in her skimpy outfit that day. Astrid made my eyes burn. She had no business dressing like this. I sighed when she came over, preparing myself for some bullsh!t that Fang had probably put her up to.

Friday motioned for me to come closer. I did and we were soon breathless from k!ssing. I planted k!sses down her neck and she k!ssed across my jawline all the way to my ear. She rubbed the bulge in my pants and I growled instinctively, my eyes darkening. For a split second, I thought I had seen Friday’s eyes darken too. I looked at them closely. They were large and a warm brown just like always. This was why I stayed away from sugar. It made people unstable.

“So you didn’t ask him?” I growled.