The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl



Ezra's POV

Raelynn and I went straight to my father. He was awake and staring at the raindrops streaming down the glass of his floor length bedroom windows. This was not unusual for him. He had not truly been normal since my mother's death. She had been his predestined.

"Father, Katrina is missing! Her room has been ransacked!" I said, my voice strained.

My father turned to me. His l!ps curved upwards into a strange smile. "I know," he said simply.

My heart plummeted. Chills crept through me. I pulled Raelynn close to me.

"What have you done with her?" I said through gritted teeth.

My father turned back to the rain-streaked window. He remained silent.

"TELL ME!!" I yelled so loudly bats flew out of the high towers of our Manor. My eyes were a glowing red and my fangs were bared. I was ready to pounce on my own father.

My father turned back to me with a disdainful expression.

"She has brought this upon herself," he said slowly, enunciating every word.

I launched myself at him. I tackled him to the ground and clasped by hands around his throat. My fingernails lengthened into claws of their own accord. I saw a flash of fear in my father's eyes for once. I felt some sense of sick satisfaction. It was usually impossible to get a reaction out of him. He was a sadist and a masochist so very little truly upset or unnerved him. Now, here, beneath me, at the mercy of my wrath he was afraid. But not for long. I heard a scuffle behind me. Raelynn. I yanked my father upwards by the neck as I righted myself. I held him in front of me still clutching him by the throat. His fingers clawed at mine to no avail. I spotted what the noise behind me had been and my bl00d ran cold. One of my father's loyal henchmen had my Raelynn in a vice grip and was holding a dagger to her throat. She watched me with fearful eyes.

“LET HER GO!!!" I demanded, making the room shake. Dust fell from the ceiling of the old manor at the impact of the sound.

My father cackled hoarsely. I tightened my grip and so did the henchman.

"Lord Ezra, let Lord Ezekiel go and I'll release Lady Raelynn," said the henchman.

I recognised him as Lane, a hulking vampire with skin as pale as alabaster and large protuberant light grey eyes. His long black hair was disheveled and he was panting from the effort of holding Raelynn. She was stronger than she looked. I would rather die than lose her.

"Let her go! Please!" I beseeched Lane, softening my tone and quieting my voice. I sighed. "I won't let my father go until you release Raelynn!" Lane didn't budge an inch. That sick bastard. I had always hated him. He had a thing for my stepsister Katrina and she was disgusted with him. I had threatened him many a time for prowling about near her chambers. The burn scars near his clavicle was from me. Holy water. I had gotten it from the vampire nuns at the orphanage my father provided for financially. They used to be regular nuns before my father set his warriors on the establishment and had everyone turned. Some had lit themselves on fire or walked into the bright daylight rather than be made to live as vampires. The holy water had burnt Lane's body from his clavicles to his navel. I knew he hated me and I him but I had to plead for Raelynn's sake.

“Lane, listen to me," I said, trying to keep my breathing even. I was terrified for my Raelynn. "My father has done something with Katrina. I know how you favour her. I know your heart is set on her."

Lane laughed. He cackled just as madly as my father. My father laughed with him, gasping with tears running down his cheeks due to the pressure I was putting on his throat.

“I have Katrina,” said Lane as though that were the funniest thing in the world. He guffawed.

"What do you mean?" I hissed.

My father coughed and wheezed a little. I loosened my hold ever so slightly so that I could hear what he was saying if he chose to speak. "Your stepsister is too hung up over that Beta," came my father's raspy reply. "I promised her to Lane so she would be out of the way. She would meddle too much in my plans on that Beta's behalf and he no longer wanted us to have his sister, the Luna Friday."

"NO!" Shrieked Raelynn. "Please, leave Friday out of this!"

"This has always been about Friday," said my father with a humourless laugh. "We had wondered if we'd suppressed both you and Friday's wolves too deeply but it seems Friday's experiment was a success! There is talk of her heat and her mind linking. Her wolf should surface soon. It was you who turned out to be a failure but I left you alive as my son found his predestined in you. It was a lucky coincidence that saved your life!"

"What?" I said softly. "What experiments?"

Raelynn's eyes were filled with tears. "Friday told me that Farris sold us to Ezekiel to be experimented on. We're really sisters, Friday and me. Farris told Felicity I was stillborn. I was injected with wolfsbane by Ezekiel as a child while Friday was injected with silver by Farris. Ezekiel wanted us to be super she-wolves. He even exposed you to sunlight ever since you were a baby, Ezra! That's why it's so easy for you to go out in the day, even more so than other highborns. I should've told you sooner!" Raelynn said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I was waiting on something."

My grip on my father slackened. I was nothing more than another lab rat to him. He was a bigger monster than I'd even imagined. “On what?” I asked Raelynn. “What were you waiting on?”

"I wanted to know who my father was," Raelynn said, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. Her eyes were glassy and distant.

I knew what she meant. She wanted to know if Farris was really her father before she revealed his treachery because she knew I would want him dead. Friday was probably keeping the same secret from her alphas. I had been keeping secrets too.

“Raelynn,” I said softly. "I knew my father wanted to kidnap Friday, and Katrina knew too."

Raelynn gasped.

"But I would've never let any harm come to her. I swear! I swear on my life!" I said, my eyes watering. "How touching," cooed Lane.

I fixed him with a glare. "You're going to let her go! And then, you're going to take me to Katrina!" I snarled.

"I don't think so," said Lane with a fake pout.

"EZRA! LOOK OUT!" Screamed Raelynn.

A searing pain shot through my side. I released my father and stumbled backwards. I looked down. I had been stabbed with an athame, a special ceremonial dagger. It was sticking out of my side. My vision blurred. It must've been blessed with holy water.I fell to my knees. I gripped the ornate handle. I looked behind me and saw a triumphant looking warrior along with a few other high-ranking coven members who were loyal to my father. The warrior was Fiord, a vampire with flaming red hair who worshipped my father. He had stabbed me! They had planned this, to get rid of me and marry Katrina off to Lane. I couldn't let them take Raelynn even if it was the last thing I did. My eyes found her. She was shaking. Raelynn! Lane actually released her out of confusion at her convulsing. I heard several snapping sounds. My father crawled to one corner away from her. What was happening? Fiord had another blessed blade, this one a throwing dagger. He aimed it at Raelynn. I used whatever energy I could muster to propel myself at inhuman speed towards him. I snapped his neck and yanked on his head with all of my might, ripping it from his body. He was a made vampire and they tended to succ.umb easier to death. The others involved in my father's plot surrounded me. There were about ten of them. I had the bless throwing knife now. I caught one of them in the c.hest with the blade. He keeled over. My body was weakening. They circled me. At least, they were distracted from Raelynn by me.

Raelynn fell on her knees, bracing herself with her palms flat on the marble floor. Her brown eyes became black and her features hardened. My eyes widened. Was she about to...

In a matter of seconds, her form grew and grew and fur sprouted all over her until a massive light brown wolf stood in her place, its black eyes on the warriors and its jaws opened wide to reveal h.uge dagger-like teeth.

Friday's POV

I sprang to my feet. The emotions inside me were too much. I was outraged, the indignity of it all was too much! I felt my body shaking. Pain coursed through me like wildfire consuming my form. It hurt! But it felt right, natural, predestined, fated. It was meant to be. Maximo looked at me, his mouth agape, his face contorted in horror. I could feel my eyes turn black. They had done this before. I could feel my teeth lengthen into fangs. That had never happened before! I lunged onto the table in one seamless jump, crouching on it. I felt myself growl. I heard the deep sound emanate from me. I looked down and my tiny hands were growing, their nails lengthening and darkening, the tips becoming sharp. Claws! I clawed the tablecloth shredding it effortlessly. I opened my jaws wide. I was halfway between beauty and beast as my she-wolf tried to fully surface. She wanted to sink her claws and her canines into the wicked old former alpha.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Finish him.

Maximo was too shocked perhaps to shift also. I crawled towards him. I felt something growing out of me: my tailbone was lengthening. The coccyx of my spine shot out of me covered in flesh and fur, forming a long tail that curled its end around a nearby butcher knife for carving the turkey. My she- wolf had a mind of her own. My tail put the blade against the former alpha's throat.

All the colour drained from him. I smiled at him with black eyes and bared canines, still half-human, my long waves swirling around me, my dress frayed but not shredded. I caught sight of my demented reflection in the shiny blade as it pressed against Maximo's throat.

I had made my point. I was not my father. The control came to me easily all of a sudden, like breathing. There was no need to think about it. My tail removed the knife from his throat and plunged it into the wood of the table. It was stuck there. Within a few breaths, I was back to being a girl, pet!te and wide eyed, sitting on her knees on the table top.

Maze and Thaddeus burst into the room. I had not told them explicitly about the brunch.

“Grandfather, what is the meaning of this? I did not okay any brunch with you and Friday on my day!" Snapped Maze.

"She's a monster! A monster! She's not a normal she-wolf. She's like a...a..." Maximo stopped yelling and pointing at me, taking in the tiny human-like

me.

I looked up at Maze and Thaddeus with my doe eyes. I smiled sweetly at them. Thaddeus smiled back. Maze was upset with his Grandfather. "Why is her dress like that? All frayed? What did you do?" Demanded Maze.

“Nothing!” Hissed Maximo. "The girl is a demon! A wraith! A friend!"

"Oh, please," said Maze, rolling her eyes. "She's an angel."

"Alpha Maximo, I can't accept this money to stay away from Maze. Both of these alphas are priceless," I said with a smile, handing the former alpha the envelope.

He took it with a shaking hand. I hopped off the table and ran to my Alphas, leaving the former Alpha to think about everything that had just happened. I needed to think about it too. I had no idea how I had done that. I was not a normal she-wolf? I had gone from being wolf less to having a she-wolf but an abnormal one. He would know. He was a pain, but a former alpha nheless. I needed to talk to Raelynn and we needed to come clean to my Alphas, her Ezra and our whole family.