Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
It was my eighth birthday, and as every other time, Dad was on assignment. I woke up in an empty house; my Mother had done this every single time after she rejected Dad. She would disappear a few hours after Dad had left, and she would somehow always return before he got home.
She always made sure an Omega would bring meals to the house, but she never cared about me being left alone, and I was always glad if this happened during the week because I had school, and that meant I wasn’t alone the entire day.
I had finished my breakfast that morning, and after getting dressed, I had gone off to school. I had been feeling off ever since waking up, and it didn’t go away during the day, but the biggest surprise for me came when school was finished.
Alpha Max had been waiting for me at school, and he told me that I would be staying at the Pack-house until Dad returned from his assignment.
He had guided me to his office, and when I walked in, I was surprised to see a birthday cake on his coffee table.
“Happy eighth birthday, Maleah,” he had said as he lifted me in the air to place me in an armchair. Luna Elyse had been there with the Beta and Gamma couple.
After we had eaten a piece of cake, Alpha Max handed me a present and told me that Dad had asked him to give it to me if he wasn’t back on my birthday.
Dad had gotten me the sketchbooks I wanted for my drawings, and I hoped I would be able to do some chores for him to earn some money for the skin-tone pencils and the one-hundred-piece pencil map I wanted.
I loved drawing very much, but I only had the basics at that time, and I wanted a few high-end items for my drawings. I wanted to practice for my current career.
I spent most of my time in the Pack-house after that day, even if my Mother was at home, and I enjoyed every moment of it. The only training I got was at school because my Mother didn’t believe a female should train, but I trained in secret, and it became easier after my eighth birthday to do so.
My stay at the Pack-house is how I met Ariel and her friends. We could both draw for hours and hours, and her friends would just sit there and talk to us.
Maleah’s P.O.V.
After I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and place a hair towel over my long violet auburn hair. I walk into my walk-in closet to pick out an outfit for dinner.
I pick my favorite pantsuit – a jumpsuit with spaghetti straps and wide legs – and to top it off, it has a cardigan with lapels. I own this in three different colors, and I pick the light purple one for tonight’s dinner, finishing it off with sand-colored, four-and-a-half-inch high-heeled shoes with an ankle strap.
I place it on my bed before sitting down at my vanity table. I start by blow-drying my hair until most of the water is gone, then I pull my hair into a high ponytail before braiding it.
I dry off the remainder of the water from my body and apply lotion to my entire body before putting on a lace thong and bra in the same color as my pantsuit. Once I am done putting on my underwear, I sit back down at my vanity table.
I pick peach and brique as my eyeshadow colors and use black mascara. I choose a light peach-colored lip gloss.
I slip into my jumpsuit as I hear a knock on the door. “I am almost done, Dad. I will be right down,” I say as I put on my cardigan. I sit down to put on my shoes, and after closing the ankle straps, I get up to head down the stairs.
My phone starts buzzing as I reach the door, and I look down to see I have gotten a message from Pauline. I read through the information she has found. Fortune is getting agitated the more I read, and I decide to leave it for what it is – I will analyze it in the morning.
“Fortune, let’s concentrate on tonight first. They will ask questions, and I know Alpha Max will always do what he needs to do to get answers. I doubt his Sons are any different,” I tell her to make her calm down. We need to stay in control of our emotions, and once I am certain Fortune has calmed down enough, I walk out of my room.
Dad is waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and I see the surprise in his eyes when he looks at my hair, but instead of saying something, he just smiles at me.
We talk about my upcoming project; I have purchased a new boutique in the town of Albarr, and I have a lot to do when it comes to the inside of the boutique. Albarr is known for their wealthy inhabitants, and I know a boutique that carries my name will become a success, like every boutique I have bought in my career.
The first boutique I bought was one my Mother would drag me to, in hopes that I would suddenly start wearing dresses, but it only resulted in my love for fashion becoming bigger.
I talked to Dad about what I wanted to do, and when the funds from my inheritance came in, Dad helped me with purchasing the boutique. He supported me with my new endeavor. I changed the interior of the boutique, and I allowed Ariel, my Omega friend from our Pack, to sell her designs in the boutique – a way for her and her friends to have an extra income.
It was after I purchased my eighth boutique that I decided to do a little more research into the designers that get to use my boutiques.
About three months after reopening the boutique, I received a message from a client from one of my other boutiques, and I found out that the female who used my boutique wasn’t the designer – she was forcing an Omega to hand it over to her.
I asked Pauline to investigate for me and soon found out what she did was pretty despicable.
She was forcing an Omega to design clothes and other Omegas to make the clothes before she would sell them in my boutique. She had been planning it for a long time, and when I reopened the boutique, she had more than enough clothing to put in my boutique, but I put a stop to her plans.
Ever since then, I do a major background check before I allow someone to sell their designs in my boutique, and it has improved the lives of those designers and their employees.
I have made a few changes for the use of my boutiques, and one of those changes is a contract every designer has to sign, but I never asked Ariel to sign one. I never asked her because she is the only one I know for sure designs the clothes herself. I have spent quite a few hours growing up with Ariel drawing in the kitchen of the Pack-house, and I loved every minute of it.
Between the ages of eight and thirteen, I spent a huge amount of time in the Pack-house, but that might be a story about my life I will tell another time.
