Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
Mack’s p.o.v.
Maleah left three days ago, and in that time, her Mother has contacted her seven times already. I still don’t understand why it is so damn important for Alpha Bradley to have her move to his Pack. He should know she will never bow down to him, and he knows that she is strong enough to handle him. He knows that her aura is stronger than his aura.
He will never be able to force her to stay. No one will be able to overpower her to mark her against her will. “Unless he drugs her,” Commander responds to my thoughts, and I release a menacing roar at that thought.
“Mack, what the fuck happened?” I hear Dax ask from behind me, and I realize I had been so deep in thought that I forgot I was in the Alpha office.
They know about the messages Maleah has gotten from her Mother, and I turn towards Dax before I say, “The only way Alpha Bradley can have Maleah forcefully marked is if he drugs her.” I hear the others roar just like I did, and within seconds, the door to the office is pushed open. After we explain why we all roared, Luna Elyse asks me if there is a way to warn Maleah about it. I take a look at her schedule and tell Luna Elyse she will be back at the hotel in an hour.
“I asked her to send her schedule to me and to send me a message every time she reaches another location. I want to make sure no one tries something, but I also want her to be able to do her job,” I explain. It looks like I will have to talk to her about getting some security, and I have this feeling she will not like my suggestion.
It is as if the next hour passes in slow motion, as if time is taunting me by moving slower than usual. I know it is moving at a normal rate, but when you wait for something or someone, time always seems to move at a slower pace. I sigh in relief when I hear a notification on my phone. I send Maleah a message back, and within a few minutes, she calls.
“Maleah, there is something we need to discuss, and I understand if you don’t like what I am about to suggest, but it is for your own good,” I say, and I chuckle when she grumbles at me to just spit it out. “I believe they will try to drug you. It will make it impossible for you to fight off anyone that wants to mark you against your will,” I explain, and for a few moments, it is quiet on the other end of the line.
I have placed the call on speaker to make sure everyone can hear what is being said by Maleah. “Mack, I appreciate the concern, but it isn’t necessary. I have had my own protection detail since I was eighteen. I will inform them about your suspicions, and they will make sure no one comes anywhere near me,” she responds. I ask her why she has her own protection detail.
“Mack, I am a public figure. I am a very successful businesswoman, and besides having Fortune in my head, I also have a fortune in the bank. Would you like to see the letters and mails I have received over the years from Wolves and Lycans that want to become my Mate?” she asks, and Commander growls in my head. Just the idea of her with another male has him agitated. “Some of them have a very hard time taking no for an answer. More than half of those males gave up after a year or two, but others are a bit more persistent.”
I understand there is nothing I can say to get her to accept help from me, and I ask her if she trusts her protection detail. “Yes, Mack. They have been with me for years, and I doubt anyone has ever noticed them until it was too late. My team is well-trained. They can blend in with their surroundings, and if you have any doubts about it, I suggest you talk to my Dad and yours. They are the ones that recommended them to me,” she responds.
After we disconnect the call, I go in search of my Father. I would like to know who is in her protection detail and why he never told me that some of our Pack-members travel with her. I finally find my Father in his office on our floor. I close the door behind me because I don’t want anyone to hear us, and Dad looks at me as I sit down in a chair in front of his desk.
“Why am I not aware of the fact that some of our Pack-members work as Maleah’s protection detail?” I ask.
“None of our Pack-members work for Maleah or with her. Her protection detail consists of Wolves and Lycans that were raised in a town or city, and each of them took the training classes we offer to those that don’t live in a Pack,” Dad answers. “Diego and I investigated each Wolf and Lycan before we introduced them to Maleah. We knew why she wanted a protection detail, and we both made sure she got the best of them. She never had to fire anyone we recommended to her, and I believe all of them are still working for her.”
I ask Dad if there is anything else I might want to know about them. “Diego and I chose each of them because they are Assassins, and each of them has the ability to hide their scent,” he answers. Now I understand what she meant when she mentioned no one ever noticed them. She probably has the best team someone could ask for.
Dad and I are still no closer to finding out why Alpha Bradley is so interested in Maleah or why he is so hell-bent on her moving into his Pack. Dillon has sent out two Scouts to find out whatever they can about Alpha Bradley and what is so damn important about Maleah moving to his Pack.
Maleah’s p.o.v.
I am standing in the middle of my new boutique, and I am about to lose my patience with a new designer. She refuses to sign the contract I have placed in front of her. She brought her Father and an attorney with her, both of them agreeing with the designer that the contract is unreasonable and that she doesn’t have to prove to me that the designs are her own.
“Fine,” I say, and I see a triumphant smile on the designer’s face. I grab the contract from the table as I look at her Father. “I hope you can find another boutique that is willing to do business with you. I will find someone else to sell their designs in my boutique,” I say as I tear up the contract.
Pauline opens the door, indicating that this meeting is over. “Do you have any idea who my Father is?” the designer asks, and I just shrug my shoulders.
I know perfectly well who her Father is, and I don’t give a flying frog on Sunday – he doesn’t scare me one bit. Her Father growls at me as I turn my back on him, and I am surprised when I hear the voice of Alpha Dax say, “Thomas, don’t threaten one of my Pack-members.” I turn to see Thomas and his daughter pale as they stare at my Alpha, and I decide to embarrass Thomas even further.
“Alpha Dax, I hadn’t expected you this early. I will be busy the rest of the day with finding another designer, and I had hoped that I would be able to show you a fully stocked boutique,” I say as I walk towards him. Instead of shaking my outstretched hand, he pulls me in for a hug.
“Can I ask out loud why you need another designer?” he asks through the mind-link. I answer him that he can ask and that I will answer him truthfully.
“What happened to the designer that you were going to sign a contract with?” Alpha Dax asks, and I tell him that the designer refused to sign the contract. In addition, I tell him that the designer refused to show proof that the designs are hers.
“I got burned in the past by a designer, and ever since, I ask designers to sign a contract with proof of authenticity. I want to make sure that the designs that get sold in my boutique belong to the Wolf or Lycan that gets paid for them,” I reply.
Alpha Dax looks at Thomas with a knowing look, and without uttering a word, Thomas leaves with his daughter. Pauline excuses herself as I guide Alpha Dax to some chairs.
“Thank you, Alpha Dax,” I say as I sit down, and he tells me that he was glad he could help me. “What brings you to my boutique, Alpha Dax?” I ask as Pauline places coffee in front of both of us.
“Mom said that you are designing her dress for the Spring Ball, and I was hoping you could tell me the color of her dress. Mom always complains about the fact that we never matched with her and Dad,” he answers, and I smile at him because I have heard Luna Elyse complaining about that.
“Don’t worry, I know how much she hates that, so I will make sure you all will have cummerbunds in matching colors. I might even make bow ties in the same color as Luna Elyse’s dress,” I tell him.
I tell him I will do the same for Levi and Kay, so they will match with their Mother’s dress as well. “Thank you, Maleah. I look forward to seeing the look on Mom’s face when she sees that this year we all match,” he says. As we enjoy our coffee, he asks me about this boutique and every other boutique I have. I tell him how I started out my business with my inheritance from my Grandparents.
“Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to draw. It didn’t matter what it was – if I saw something that interested me, I would draw it, and you have seen the results of that, Dax. My fascination with fashion started after I met Ariel. Your Father had a meeting when I got out of school one day, and I went to the kitchen to pass the time. Ariel was sitting in a corner with a few small pieces of paper in front of her, and she was drawing with a pen.
