Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
Bradley and Diablo made their plans for our lunch date with Maleah, and my Wolf growled when Diablo said that he would forcefully mark her.
The moment we were informed about Diablo’s death, I knew Bradley would try to find another way to gain the status Maleah would have given us as Diablo’s Mate, and something tells me that it will end with me being dead.
The only way he will get anywhere near that status now is by taking her as his Mate, and I know he will try to take it by force if he has to. Luckily, I have about a week to find a way out of the mess I am in.
With my name on the invitations, it would be suspicious if I disappeared, so he needs to find another way to make sure that Maleah stays with us or will return to our Pack. I have tried to think of ways he could accomplish that, but so far I am drawing a blank, and by looking at Bradley’s behavior, I think he hasn’t come up with anything yet.
Bradley answered Maleah’s message when she asked why she had to attend the funeral, and I think that her talking back to him pissed him off even more.
I watch him as he walks out of the room to leave the Alpha floor, and I decide that there is only one option I have left; I need to call my Father to tell him about Bradley and Maleah. Hopefully he is willing to help me out, or at least to help out his Granddaughter – not exactly a phone call I am looking forward to.
I grab the little notebook I hid behind some books in our bedroom, and I quickly find the page with only two phone numbers on it; one belongs to my Father, while the other belongs to my Grandfather. It only rings twice when I hear my Father’s voice for the first time since meeting Diego.
“Hello, Dad,” I say, and I keep quiet to let him make a decision: either to hang up on me or to ask me what I want.
“Tara, is that you?” he asks.
“Yes, Dad. It’s me, and I have gotten myself in some trouble. I could really use your help, but I can understand if you don’t want to lend me a hand. I just hope you are willing to help your Granddaughter,” I say as I am pacing the floor.
“Sweetheart, it’s Grandpa. I think you might have broken your Father; he looks like a goldfish at the moment,” I hear Grandfather say, and I giggle as I try to picture my Father trying to speak, but unable to find the words.
I repeat to Grandfather what I told Dad, and he tells me that they will help me get away from Bradley.
“Will my Granddaughter be there?” he asks, and I tell him that she will attend the funeral, before I tell them my life story. Grandfather isn’t too pleased with me, and I can’t really blame him; I am as superficial as my Mother and her Sisters were.
“Make sure you have everything packed that you want to take with you; we will take you home, and after that we will see what we can do about the relationship with your Daughter,” Grandfather says before Dad grabs the phone away from him, because the next words I hear are:
“I love you, Sweetheart. I will see you soon.” Looks like I didn’t completely destroy the relationship between me and my Dad.
I didn’t tell them everything about my life; I might have left out that I would leave Maleah to fend for herself, with the exception of the three meals an Omega would drop off. I know it didn’t earn me any points with Maleah or Diego, and I doubt it will earn me any points with my Father and Grandfather, but in my defense, I wasn’t cut out to be a Mother.
Growing up with a Father that was an Assassin should have prepared me for the future I was going to have, but I never suspected that I would end up with an Assassin as my Mate, and I hated it every time he left the house for an assignment.
I thought I made my feelings clear to him, but somehow our conversations always ended in a full-blown argument, and the more we argued, the more convinced I was that he chose not to understand me.
I know the problem wasn’t Diego or Maleah; the problem was that I found myself in a situation I didn’t want to be in, and I blamed others for the mess I made myself.
Diego and I argued almost non-stop when he was home, and the day I told him I felt trapped in our home, he told me that I wasn’t a prisoner, but that wasn’t exactly what I had meant. For some reason I was unable to explain what I felt exactly, but I was also unable to understand what Diego tried to tell me.
He told me I could leave anytime I wanted to, and looking back, he probably didn’t intend for me to reject him, but I did the moment he told me I was free to leave. I didn’t think twice as I rejected him, and even though I could tell it hurt him, he accepted the rejection, which pissed me off. He should have fought for us; he should have chosen his Mate and his Daughter.
After I rejected him, I wanted to hurt him by sticking around; I needed to stay in Maleah’s life to see if she had more abilities and could be the next Royal Assassin.
Every time I left Maleah to fend for herself, I went looking for people that could get me closer to the Royal Family, but maybe if I had acted more like a Mother to Maleah, I would have had my way in with the Royal Family, and she might not have hidden her Lycan from me.
Looks like I did a lot of things wrong in my life with only one person to blame, but I will protect my Daughter from getting forcefully marked. It is too late to repair my bond with my Daughter, but at least I will get the chance to show her that in the end, I chose her.
Maleah’s p.o.v.
I wake up in Mack’s arms, who is still sitting on the couch in the Alpha office. I look up at Dillon, who smiles when he sees that I am awake. “Downside of your aura?” he asks, and I tell him I have always been tired after using my aura, but never like this.
“It feels as if I used all of my abilities at the same time, which I haven’t, but it still feels like it,” I answer Dillon honestly; I know every downside of my abilities, but I have never been left this exhausted.
My hearing gift doesn’t have a downside as it is just a part of me, but using my aura always leaves me feeling a bit tired, and the same goes for my gift of sense. Hiding my scent or hiding Fortune’s presence has become such a natural part of me that I am not sure what it does for me; maybe I should try to stop using those abilities while I am in Pack territory.
I hardly ever use my personal link, so I am not sure what the consequences are of using that gift.
I try to remember if I have ever felt this tired after an assignment, but none comes to mind, and I ask Fortune if she can think of anything that might explain my tiredness. Elyse opens the door to tell us that lunch is almost ready, and Mack allows me to get up from his lap, but his hand is on my lower back before I have taken one step.
“Get used to it, Angel. Even after we have marked one another, I will still take advantage of every opportunity to touch you,” I hear him say in my head.
