Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
Just thinking about what we did is enough to make me come hard, making me wish I had a hole to fuck.
I clean myself up as I wait for our guest and I can’t wait for her to arrive, my Wolf is pacing in the back of my head because he is as impatient as I am. Ever since we heard that my Father found a female with a Wolfless Daughter, we have been hoping for a chance to meet her, neither one of us ever expected Father to offer her to us as a Mate.
My cock grows hard again just thinking what I want to do to her and I groan when Father links me that she has arrived. The one thing or person none of us had counted on, is Alpha Dax and I am left with nothing.
I stand next to my Father when I get informed that she is moving to another hotel and I watch her as she walks out of the hotel to get into her car, driving further out of my reach.
The next few hours I spend yelling at my Father and StepMother for fucking this up. I made sure someone booked the room next to hers when Father failed to get a key to her room and I already knew how I was going to get my Wolfless Mate.
It takes me a while to calm myself down again, at least enough to fall asleep and I wake up startled when I feel something sticking into my body. I open my eyes and look around me frantically the moment I realize that I can’t move or speak.
“Hello, Diablo.” I hear a female voice from my left and as I move my eyes towards the voice, realization sinks in, the Angel of Death is in my room and that means that my life is over.
“You have been a thorn in the eyes of many females and a few of them have had enough of your behavior, but you know what I like the best. I was already hired for this job when someone offered this job to me again.
After one of my team members talked to him, his offer was accepted as well, this guy was willing to pay a huge amount of money to remove you from his Daughter’s life.” I hear the voice explain, but I still can’t tell who she is or what she looked like.
“Do you want to know a secret?” She asks. “Oh, wait. You can’t answer me. Doesn’t matter, I will let you in on my secret anyway. There is no one you will be telling about it and I am going to enjoy the thought of you dying with the thought that you will not be the last.” She says as she moves closer to me and I slowly see her silhouette form, she looks like a dark Angel as she takes another step forward.
Fuck, this is Maleah D’Angelo. She is a famous designer and she is supposed to be Wolfless, but there is no doubt in my mind that she has a Lycan. I can feel the presence of her Lycan and I realize it wasn’t her Father that stopped my Father and StepMother from taking her with them, she did it all by herself.
I feel her dig a silver knife into my body and I know that this is the start of a lot of pain she will inflict on me, she will make this very painful for me.
“I see that you know who I am and I am talking about both my identities. I never agreed with Angel of Death, because I kill with a purpose in mind. I want to rid the world of as many evil bastards that I can get away with, while I am giving their victims some justice.
I believe my name should be Angel of Justice, but I guess I can’t be picky and I sure as hell can’t object to it.” She says and I guess she is correct in everything she just said.
I know that it is useless but I try to scream anyway, the silver in my body makes it impossible for me to heal and even though I can tell he is still there, my Wolf is of no use to me.
She knows what she is doing and how to inflict the most amount of pain, but I fear what she will do to make a statement as she has done with all her kills.
By the time she walks onto the balcony she has shoved the biggest vibrator she could find up my ass and the Goddess knows I have tried to resist it but that damn thing vibrating in my ass made me come, it felt so fucking good mixed with the pain I am in.
My body is screaming for relieve but with my cock being cut off that won’t happen and I believe she is very aware of my bodies discomfort.
She told me that I would bleed out slowly and with the Do Not Disturb sign gone a Servant will find me, she explained that it was the way she works. She wants a stranger to find me, just to make sure the rumors on how I was found are made public and she does it to make sure my victims will know that she took care of me.
The last words she whispered in my ear keep running through my mind, “Your Father will eventually face the same kind of punishment and I will enjoy watching him as he looks over his shoulder every fucking day.”
Maleah’s p.o.v.
I had my meeting with my new designers, and both of them are confident that they can open the boutique by the end of next week. I have no doubt they will make this a success, and I am currently talking to Stan about the Spring Ball. He is going to design the outfits for the males.
“I want you to incorporate the colors I am using into their outfits, and knowing that Alpha Dax and his Brothers like your work, it should be easy enough,” I say to Stan.
He writes down the colors I use and the names of the males that go with them, but then I remember Colter and Mack will be accompanying them as well.
“Stan, I need you to design two more outfits. Our Head Assassin and his Father will join them, but there is no female accompanying them. Can you pick a color that will complement the other colors we are using?” I ask him.
He asks me a few questions about Mack and Colter, writes down everything I tell him, and says he will have the designs ready in a few days.
“Your team can make the outfits by the start of next week. With males, you hardly ever have to make adjustments,” he says as we walk out of the office.
I head back to the hotel to check out and go home. There is no need for me to stay here, and I know Fortune is itching to go for a run in our own territory.
I know Diablo was found this morning by a servant who was going to clean his room, and the rumors about how he died and how he was found have spread through
Albarr. Fortune is front and center when we walk into the hotel, and I see my Mother standing at the front desk.
“I am sorry, Ma’am. Miss D’Angelo is not in the hotel; she left over two hours ago,” I hear the receptionist say to my Mother. She keeps my Mother’s attention on her as I slip into the elevator.
