Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
I can feel that Maleah has calmed down, and I smile when I realize she calmed down so much that she fell asleep in my arms; I move a little on the couch to get more comfortable before I make it clear that Maleah is sleeping.
Dillon chuckles as he moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Can you imagine, looking at that face, that she nearly brought all of us to our knees?” Dillon asks, and I remember the cold and calculated look on her face when she released her aura.
“I had trouble standing up straight; I truly believe that if I wasn’t a Beta, I would have been on my knees,” Kay replies as the others nod their heads.
“It is a good thing that Maleah is my Mate, or I would have joined you,” I say as I look at the angelic face against my chest. “Did any one of you succeed in finding memories of Maleah?” I ask before I place a kiss on her forehead; looking up, I see Kay and Levi shaking their heads.
“We have been able to find a few memories of her, but she is usually in the kitchen, and I guess we all thought she was one of the Omegas,” Dillon answers me, and I remember that as young teens they would always go to the kitchen to get snacks for us; as the future Alphas, they always got whatever they asked for. If she spent most her time in the kitchen or with our Alpha and Luna, I understand why Commander can’t find a memory of her.
I never felt at ease in the kitchen for some reason; just the smell of vegetables had my skin crawling, and it took me until I had Commander to find out why.
Apparently, as a Pup, I wasn’t the smartest one, and during a game of hide and seek, I hid in the basement under the kitchen – a basement the Omegas use to store the vegetables.
I spent hours down there before I was discovered by an Omega, but by that time I was in a total panic because the door had been locked and I couldn’t get out.
Screaming and banging on the door hadn’t helped, and it took ages before I was able to sleep with the lights turned off; it took even longer before I was willing to eat any type of vegetables again.
“Maleah will laugh her ass off if you ever tell her this story: our Head Assassin locking himself in the basement,” Commander chuckles after I have relived the second worst day of my life, and I am glad I have Maleah in my arms.
Tara’s p.o.v.
I always knew I would end up with a Mate that held no status, but I had at least hoped I would find a Wolf as my Mate. I should have known, though, that with my luck I would end up with a Lycan, and worst of all, he was an Assassin – not the high-ranking male I had hoped for.
Unfortunately for me, I had become pregnant immediately, and all I could do was bide my time, hoping and praying for a miscarriage every single day of my pregnancy.
My Father was a Lycan and an Assassin, but my Mother was a Wolf and a Sigma – not that it bothered my Father that he was mated to a Wolf or a Sigma. My Father loved me unconditionally; he would get me whatever I asked for, and he even started my training as an Assassin when I turned fourteen.
Looking at the other Assassins in our Pack, I was of an average level, and my Father was proud of me, even though I only had my Assassin aura.
My Mother was a different story though; she told me I was useless to her and that I would never be able to give her what she wanted. It took me years to find out why my Wolf was a thorn in my Mother’s eye; I knew from watching my Mother she was superficial, and status was everything to her.
I must have been about twelve or thirteen when I finally found out what my Mother had been hoping for; I overheard a conversation between her and my Aunts.
One of my Aunts asked if I had my Lycan yet. Mom told them she hardly ever lost sight of me, and if I had shifted she would know about it.
“The earlier she shifts, the more abilities she will have, and then we can claim her position as the Royal Assassin,” Mom had said, and I nearly screamed out loud. I kept listening as my Mother and my Aunts kept talking.
It was my oldest Aunt that found out my Father was related to the Royal Assassin, and because of that, my Aunt hoped she was his Mate, but when it turned out that she wasn’t, she told her Sisters about her discovery.
I was the only Pup my parents had, and when I shifted into a Wolf at the age of sixteen, my Mother got so pissed that in her anger she made it known that she knew about my Father’s ancestors.
When my Father found out that they had targeted him for a reason, he rejected my Mother on the spot, not caring about the fact that their bond had been a true Mate-bond.
My Mother and my Aunts were banished from the Pack, and Warriors escorted them to our eastern border, leading to an area known for the huge Rogue population. The Wolves and Lycans that didn’t fit in with a Pack and couldn’t settle in a town or city for whatever reason, they lived out there and were known to be outlaws.
Three weeks later, I overheard a conversation between a Warrior and my Father; they had found my Mother’s body not far from the border, and all my Father said was that they should burn her body.
He never told me that her body was found; I never told him that I knew that she was dead, and I never told him that I knew how she had died. It wasn’t difficult to tell from looking at her mutilated body; she had been beaten and raped before they had ripped her to pieces.
Knowing my Father didn’t care about hurting her when he rejected her, knowing he didn’t stop our Alpha from banishing her into Rogue territory, knowing he didn’t care enough for me to have a grave to visit, is why I hate Lycans and Assassins.
My hatred didn’t lessen with the Mate-bond between me and Diego; the only thing I could hope for was that my Daughter would give me the status my Mother had been after, and I wasn’t even granted that much.
She never shifted into a Wolf or Lycan, and I became even more determined to find myself a high-ranking Mate, a Mate that could give me the status my family deserved.
I thought I had found it with Alpha Bradley, but the guy isn’t playing with a full deck.
I mean, if you don’t want your Mate to find out that you know about her bloodline, then hide the evidence, and if you don’t want her to find out your Son wants to keep your Mate’s Daughter as a toy, then make sure the Idiot knows not to brag about it.
However, I was surprised to hear the conversation between Bradley and Diablo. Bradley is convinced my Daughter has a Lycan and has the ability to hide the presence of her Lycan, explaining why no one ever felt Maleah’s Lycan.
