The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Chapter 23: Blindfolded by a Beast

Maze’s POV

I awoke at dawn, showered and changed into a black shirt and black pants. I was a bit hesitant to wake Friday up at this hour. I was not sure if she were a morning lark or a night owl. She did seem cheery at breakfast time so perhaps she was an early riser. I knocked on her door. There was no answer. She was probably still asleep. I sighed. I had missed her yesterday at breakfast. Thaddeus had started his date early yesterday. I decided to do something a tad bit mischievous. I had a master-key. I used it to unlock the door.

Friday was sleeping soundly, bundled up in the covers. She was so beautiful. I just admired for a few moments. I gently stroked her wavy hair and trailed my fingertips on her cheek. She stirred a little and then slowly opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched, groaning. She blinked at me in surprise.

“Maze?” She said. “Hey,” I whispered, smiling. “Good morning, sorry to wake you.” She beamed at me and I felt my pulse quicken. “That’s ok. Good morning, Maze!”

“How did you sleep, Baby?” I practically purred. I was falling so hard for Friday and it scared me a little.

“Ok, I guess. It gets a little cold,” she said, pouting. She was such a little tease. She knew I would love to sneak in at night to warm her up. “Are you ready for our date, Princess?” I asked. She nodded sweetly looking up at me with her big doe eyes widened. “Where are we going?” She asked excitedly. Ichuckled. I could not help but smirk. “Absolutely nowhere!” I said grinning mischievously. “Huh?” She replied. “You’ll see,” I said simply. I led Friday to my room and locked the door. She grinned when she saw the table in my room set for sweet nonsense she liked to eat for breakfast: powdered donuts, chocolate chip muffins, chocolate chip waffles, chocolate chip pancakes. Friday had a fixation with chocolate chips. I begrudgingly made her morning coffee sweet and milky. She sipped it happily.

“Thaddeus stole you early yesterday and lintend to do the same today,” I said with a smile.

Friday grinned mid-waffle. She ate them with maple syrup, salted butter and whipped cream with extra chocolate chips sprinkled on top. I had made myself a solemn oath that I was not going to criticise Friday today at all even if she ate an entire bowl of sugar with a spoon or behaved like a little brat. I actually sort of liked when she behaved like a little brat. That reminded me of what I had on the agenda today. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“You know I always keep my promises, Friday,” I said softly. “Yeah?” Replied Friday hesitantly. She prompted me with her eyes to continue. I licked my lips, looking at her, “I promised you a spanking, remember?” Fang’s POV

I was convinced that Friday would bring misfortune upon the Fenestra Family regardless of which auts worn. It sne cnose i naggeus, maze would put part of the diame on us for making ner nate living in Marigold. I sighed, gazing out at the train tracks. My car was parked but I was still nervously clutching the steering wheel. Katrina Van Der Windt had agreed to meet me here by the abandoned railway.

The air felt colder all of a sudden and I knew the vamp must be close by. There was a knock on my car window. Katrina was standing there. Damn, she was stealthy. I had not even heard her approach. Nothing gave her away besides the temperature change which was uncontrollable. She looked even paler than usual. I let her into the car. She sat in the passenger seat.

“Are you sure about this?” Asked Katrina.

“No hello, how are you?” I chuckled. “Don’t play games, Beta!” She said sharply. I could tell she did not trust me. It would seem like a thinly-veiled trap. Why would be helping when my pack was thriving and her people were barely surviving, forced to live in the shadows? Sure they still had their wealth but their numbers were depleted, their name was sullied.

“I don’t want her killed, I just want her out of the picture,” I reiterated. Katrina’s POV

The Marigold Beta struck me as a fool. Who would hand over their future Luna to their enemy? She was not just his fellow pack member, she was also his younger sister. Sometimes the ties that bind choked

the life out of you. If she was successfully snatched from the two Alphas, both would be devastated, vulnerable. It would be the perfect time to attack. I doubted Fang fully understood the implications and the consequences of his actions but I was not his mother so it was not my job to explain it to him.

Theo’s POV

Fang had been missing in action these days. I knew he was up to something but I was not sure what it was. He had even toned it down a bit when it came to his concerned big brother act. I hoped that whatever was amiss was something manageable. Fang was more of a nuisance than a formidable foe. Fallon and Fargo were at the pack house today as if we needed more of the Fenestra family’s disfunction. The twins bickered relentlessly over every topic imaginable at the Alpha Dining Table. Thaddeus looked at them, his eyebrows raised. I knew he was probably thinking of his own identical twin brothers, Timothy and Titus. I could not wait to be back in Berryndale surrounded by familiar faces.

Friday, Maze and Fang were all missing at breakfast and Thaddeus was seething. I could tell he was trying to play it cool but it irked him. He was so possessive of his little Luna. I knew Fang was not with them. I had seen him start his car around five in the morning so Maze and Friday were definitely alone together so to speak.

Friday’s POV

I bit my lip nervously. My stomach clenched. My flower wept in anticipation. Maze had given me explicit instructions to shower and then put on his black t-shirt and lie on the bed. When he walked back into the room, I was surprised to find that he was in a tuxedo. He looked dashingly handsome.

“Why so formal?” I asked, grinning.

He smirked. “You will address me as Sir or Daddy from henceforth,” he said sternly, pausing pointedly, regarding me expectantly with his grey eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” I said sweetly. I liked the playful and devious side of Maze.

“I need you to think of a safe word. If you want me to stop at any time, you say your safe word. Have you decided on a word, Princess?” He cooed.

Maze’s grey eyes were really bright and excited. I realised he much preferred being called “Daddy” over being called “Sir” though he gave me both options.

“And what might that word be, Princess?” Purred Maze.

“Patience,” I said softly. It was the main thing I needed from a mate. I was sitting up in the middle of Maze’s Egyptian cotton sheets.

“Patience it is,” replied Maze with a smile. He pulled five silk ties out of his pocket. He tied my limbs, one to each bed post so that I was spread out forming an X on the bed. Lastly, he gently blindfolded me. I stifled a moan. He had not even done anything to me yet. I felt sharp claws run down my knees. I squirmed. Something warm and wet followed that pathway. Maze’s tongue?

I felt the cold air tickle my upper thighs and tummy as Maze lifted my T-shirt slowly. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I knew he was affected by how damp my red lace underwear was. I felt his breath tickle my bellybutton. I squealed. Maze chuckled. He peppered my abdomen with open-mouthed kisses. Everything was more sensitive because of the blindfold. He softly kissed my inner thighs licking the creases between my pelvis and my thighs. I moaned. He kissed me between my thighs through the fabric of my underwear. I was thrashing a little against the silk ties.

“Princess,” said Maze, his voice husky, “Are you ready for Daddy to taste you?” “Yes, please, Daddy,” I said shakily.

With one swift motion, Maze ripped my underwear off. I gasped as cold air hit my most sensitive area. I felt his large warm hands on my inner thighs as he held me still. I was panting and he had not even

begun. It was going to be a long and arduous day and I had a feeling I would love every second of it.