Two Alphas Too Many

Meeting the Mates

"When is this alpha going to get here?", Blake whines. "I'm tired".
"Well then go to sleep. I'll wake you up when he gets here", I say without looking over at her from my seat at the edge of the cot.
"Alright, thanks", she says appreciatively. She lays down and closes her eyes.
I am sitting in the cell next to a sleeping Blake when I hear light footsteps coming down the corridor. Suddenly a little girl, who couldn't be older then four, pops into the room. "Hi", she says giddily.
"Well hi", I say. "What's an adorable little girl like you doing down here?", she giggles at my complement.
"Mommy said there were new people in the awea, so I wanted to come see. I'm Emma. What's your name?", she asks sweetly.
"Oh, well, you see. My name is a secret".
She cocks her head, "Why?"
"Come sit and I'll explain", I sit on the ground behind the bars and pat the ground on the other side. She runs over and sits down.
Before I can start she asks, "Do you know how to braid?"
I chuckle lightly, "Why yes I do. Would you like me to braid your hair?"
"Yes!", she squeals. She turns her back to me and I start to fishtail her hair.
"Well, how should I put this? Ok, so do you know how to play hide and seek?", I ask.
"Oh yes I do! That's my favorite game!", she exclaims.
"Really me too. Anyway, so my friend and I, we are in the middle of a big game of hide and seek. But it's a slightly different version", she sits quietly and listens. "Right now, we're hiding, and the other person, is seeking. So if we go around telling people our names, and the seeker finds out, he'll know where to look and if he knows where to look, he'll find us and we'll lose the game. You see?".
"Mh-hm", she nods. After about an hour of talking and hair braiding she falls asleep.
Then, Michael comes in, "Hey girls-".
"Shh! They're sleeping", I tell him.
"Oh. Sorry", he apologizes. "What's she doing in here?"
"She said she wanted to meet the new people", I shrug. He nods and calls in another guard to bring Emma back up to her mom. I glance over at Blake sleeping peacefully. Then Michael continues quieter, "So the alpha just got back but he won't be able to see you for another hour or so". I groan. "But", he pauses. "The Beta would like to meet you and he'll be here any minute".
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?", I ask.
"Uh... I guess not", he says sheepishly. "Sorry".
"It's fine".
"Good. And I promise I have told them all good things".
"You know you didn't have to do that", I say.
He just smiles and laughs lightly, "I know, but I wanted to".
I smile at him. "Michael? You down here?", I hear from outside the doors.
"And that'll be the Beta", he says to me, then turns to the door. "Yeah James. I'm in here".
I hear footsteps coming down the hall, then they pause for a moment, and when they start up again they are much faster than before. "Michael do you sm-", he starts to say but when he gets through the door he freezes, his eyes trained on something behind me, or more of someone.

James' POV

"Michael? You down here?", I call out.
"And that'll be the Beta. Yeah James. I'm in here", I hear Michael say. He was probably talking to the rouges. Ugh! I hate rouges, I wonder why he's so intrigued by these she-wolves. Then I'm hit by the most amazing scent ever. So sweet smelling my feet skid to a halt. I then start moving again, anxious to find what is creating the wonderful smell that's making my wolf go crazy. It smells like whipped cream and watermelon. I step inside, "Michael do you sm-", I freeze when I see the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. Her beautiful, obviously natural, blonde hair is fanned out around her face. Her gorgeous face. Covered with a sprinkling of golden freckles everywhere I have never seen a more beautiful face. In this moment I wish nothing more than for her to open her eyes so I can see them. She also has such beautiful plump, pink lips. She is obviously very tall, with her wonderfully long legs sprawled across the cot. Had I not been so entranced by her I would be furious about the fact that they've had to stay in this dingy cell. Her body is very skinny, not so much so that looks anorexic, and she has slight curves in all the right places. "Mine", I whisper and then run towards her, desperate to have her in my arms, when suddenly the other girl leaps into my path and braces herself against the cell door, ready to keep me out.