Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
Dad guides me up the steps to the Pack-house, and I feel the same excitement I felt as a child walking into the Pack-house – I doubt it will ever change. I can’t wait to see Luna Elyse again; I have only had contact with her over the phone the past few years, and I haven’t been home long enough to visit the Pack-house.
I follow Dad up the stairs to the Alpha floor, and I wonder what kind of questions I will need to answer – one of them I already know. Why did I hide the fact that I have a Lycan? I know I will tell them the truth, and I know Dad, Alpha Max, and Luna Elyse will understand why I didn’t tell anyone.
I open the door to the Alpha floor, and I smile when I see the drawing I made for Luna Elyse when I was ten – a drawing of her sitting behind a desk and Alpha Max standing behind her as both of them look down at a file they were working on. I remember looking over at the desk from the small table I used to draw at, and both of them were engrossed in reading a file. I started drawing it in seconds to give it to Luna Elyse on her birthday a few weeks later.
I step into the living room to hear a few gasps, and I get wrapped into two arms that feel so familiar. “Maleah, what are you doing here?” I hear Luna Elyse ask me as she squeezes me tight, and I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her and lift her off the floor. She squeals as I spin around once – I know she hates it when someone does that, as I remember her scolding Alpha Max for doing the same thing.
“Maleah, could you put my Mate down before she decides to kick your ass for a chance?” I hear Alpha Max from my left, and as I put Luna Elyse down, I look into her eyes, winking at her before I turn toward Alpha Max.
“I know you loved it every time she kicked your ass, no matter how much you complained,” I say with a sweet smile on my face, and I hear everyone laughing their asses off while Alpha Max looks at me dumbfounded.
“Okay, are you going to answer what you are doing here?” Elyse asks me, and I tell her I was ordered to show up for dinner, that there would be no excuses. She turns toward her Sons with a look in her eyes that would make the toughest Warrior crumble.
“Luna Elyse, something happened when I got home, and I think your Sons just want to get a few answers. I know Dad would like some answers himself,” I say.
“What the fuck did that bitch do this time?” Luna Elyse growls.
Maleah’s P.O.V.
I can tell by the look on everyone’s faces that they haven’t heard Luna Elyse curse like this before – the only exceptions being her Mate, the former Beta and Gamma couple, and of course my Dad. I look at the younger males in the room, but I have no idea who is who. I turn to my Father.
“Why didn’t you tell me Alpha Max stepped down? I have no idea who those guys are, but something tells me that at least one of them is my Alpha?” I ask Dad. He tells me that the Alpha ceremony was during the fashion weeks in Gravta. “I told Diego not to inform you. We know how much time and effort you had put into it, and it wouldn’t make a difference if you were here or not,” Alpha Max responds.
Before I can say anything, an Omega walks in to tell us that dinner is served. I follow Luna Elyse into their dining room. Alpha Max points me to the chair where I can sit, and before they sit down, my new Alphas, Beta and Gamma introduce themselves to me. Their Head Assassin introduces himself last.
Fortune is front and center as I shake his hand – she seems very interested in him since he showed up at the house. With his looks, I believe most females would swoon over him.
While the Omegas place the food and our plates in front of us, Alpha Dominic explains what my Mother did, and I hear Luna Elyse growl softly.
“Mother showing up with Alpha Bradley is…” I don’t get to say another word as Alpha Max’s Lycan releases a mighty roar. It takes me a moment to see that his Beta and Gamma are holding onto him. Even Luna Elyse isn’t able to calm him down, and she is his Mate.
“We need to make him back down, Maleah,” Fortune says. As I look at my Alphas, I realize they have trouble getting near him. “Alpha Max, I mean you no harm, but I need to do this,” I say as I let my aura seep out. As I step closer, everyone else takes a step back. “Alpha Max, I need you and your Lycan to calm down. Don’t force me and Fortune to release our full aura,” I say calmly as I place a hand on his shoulder and keep my eyes locked with his.
I can see his Lycan on the surface, but I can also see that his Lycan understands I can really hurt him if I have to. After a few more minutes, Alpha Max is able to regain control again. “Thank you, Maleah,” he says as I take a step back. I know I have a lot of explaining to do.
“As I was trying to explain, it was my aura that caused my Alphas to order me to dinner tonight. I know it states in my file that I am Wolfless, but Fortune and I didn’t want my Mother to know I had a Lycan. She already hated me for some reason, and we had no intention of adding to it.”
“Alpha Max, you and your former leadership know what my Mother did when I was a child, and because of that, I never felt the need to shift when I turned sixteen. You know she left me to fend for myself with Omegas that would deliver three meals a day – and only if Dad was on an assignment. But if Dad was home, she tried to keep me away from him.”
“I don’t know if Dad knows why, but my Mother hates Lycans and Assassins. Dad never said a wrong word about my Mother, but she never passed up an opportunity to badmouth him. I never understood why she kept living in the house and in this Pack. That is why I never told anyone that Fortune had shown up or that I had shifted for the first time.”
I explain all this as we eat our dinner, and I am surprised no one interrupts me the entire time.
Everyone has finished their dinner by the time I’m done, and I wonder who will address the elephant in the room. The Omegas clear the table before other Omegas show up with our dessert.
“Hello, Ariel,” I say as she places my dessert in front of me. “Miss D’Angelo, you’re back,” she says as she places the other dessert in front of my Dad.
“Yeah, I’m back for a few days to a week. How is your designing going?” I ask her. As she walks around getting everyone their desserts, she tells me what she’s been up to. “Good to hear business is doing well,” I say before she wishes me goodnight. I immediately dig into my dessert – one of the things I really miss when I’m not at home. For some reason, our Omegas are better at making desserts than any chef in a hotel.
Just as the last Omega leaves the dining room with the remainder of the dishes, a Scout walks in. His eyes snap to mine, and I can tell he is mind-linking someone.
“Maleah,” Alpha Dillon calls out my name, and I turn my eyes toward him. “What is being said here doesn’t leave this room. Is that clear?” he says.
“Of course, Alpha Dillon,” I answer, knowing I will never repeat anything about our Pack business.
“Alphas, it has been confirmed that John Clarkson is after Diego. The only problem is that we don’t have any clue how he plans on doing that,” the Scout says. Fortune chuckles in my head as I shake my head.
“Sorry, Alphas, but I doubt he will be doing anything to anyone ever again,” I say. Dad asks me what I mean.
“As you might know, I was away on business. During my trips I usually stay in a hotel – it’s easier than owning an apartment in every town and city I have a boutique in. This morning I was woken up by sirens, and I saw Law-enforcers on the side of the hotel that holds suites for their wealthy guests.”
