Mal And Ben Descendants 3 Novels & Stories

"That is the only way out—" "It's not the only way. I don't believe that for a second," Malcolm interrupted, his voice cutting through Mom’s explanation like a blade. He stood tall, despite the burns on his hand. "I’m sorry, Mom, but I refuse to sacrifice my wife for the sake of a clean legacy. Not again. I am not Nathaniel." "Malcolm... enough. We’ve burned through too much energy tonight," Dad said, stepping in and firmly placing a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. He looked between us, his eyes tired. "The sun will be up in a few hours. We can't think straight like this."

" Benjamin nodded, understanding the weight of their family's legacy. "Her recent behavior is concerning," Malcolm continued. "I won't have our family's reputation tarnished by reckless actions. The Emerson name demands excellence, discipline, and loyalty." Benjamin's gaze dropped, his mind racing with the implications. "Adeline must remember her duties," Malcolm emphasized. "Ensure she doesn't forget the expectations placed upon her. Our family's legacy is at stake." Benjamin's shoulders squared, determination etched on his face. "I'll watch over her, Dad. I won't let her stray."

Which meant it had been over four months since Kellen came back home from his enslavement in Bhakhil. Just the sound of little cries reached my ears as Lamia’s mother, Vivian and her father Delta Marcus came in carrying the triplets. I reached to take one of the boys from Delta Marcus’s arms. Looking down at the small boy, seeing his bright grey eyes. This was Zachary, the firstborn. Marcus handed Tobias the second-born son, Maximus. Mathias snatched up the little girl Amali, from Lamia’s mother. Both boys had bright silver eyes like their father. Amali had silver eyes to but with a bright ring of green which made them look unnatural but unique and beautiful.

I read through it and slammed my fist down on the counter. “What does it say?” I hadn’t heard Malachi come in. “His due cause is your extreme lack of leadership that resulted in the deaths of our pack members and …” My voice faltered. “And? “And the death of the Alpha Female, Karani Sinclair.” Malachi nodded as he took a seat at the counter. “He’s right though. Their blood is on my hands. I should have acted sooner and taken Adrian out.” “He’s claiming the den, the house and the hotel, as a direct descendant of Georgina Sinclair.”

All I wanted was to release my anger, and since Gisselle was the next best thing, next to Maliyla, she would have to take what I had to give. "Fuck, this bitches mouth feels good," I mind-linked Nick; he nodded in agreement. Following that, Nick asked, "What do you want me to do?" "I need you to check if Maliyla is at the Crystal Blood Pack. If she is, bring her back here. I don't care how, I need her," I groaned as I was close to reaching my peak. "What's so special about her?" Nick asked as he thrust harder into Gisselle. With one last thrust, I came undone. "Maliyla is a descendant of the Odulf bloodline," I told him as I watched Gisselle lick every drop off me.

Felix took a sip of his beer before asking, "Do you really think this was a coincidence? If the Saphira family wanted to visit me, they could have done it anytime. Why specifically now?" Although he was unsure about Barack's background, Felix knew the situation was not as simple as it appeared. Seeing his expression, George decided not to pursue the topic further. "Oh, by the way, Malcolm is a direct descendant of the Crayden family. He's also one of Lady Nala's suitors," George mentioned. "He's actually one of those powerful pursuers Mr. Gibson warned about earlier."

Xander again nods. "Who is the beta's descendants?" Xander sighs. "Since I found out the cursed skipped me, I've been doing some digging and found out that Jerry Desmond is Beta Kirk Desmond's descendent," "Jerry? As in Julia's mate?" Xander nods. "You mean Dominic and Bane will have the same mate?" "Yes," "When will the curse end?" "When Caliana chooses a Caputo of the Demond's," "After all these years, she hasn't ever chosen a Caputo?"

I put my beer down and walked to him. "My mother is Grace Black, she died when I was 12, my half-brother Malcom killed her. Azzrail is my uncle and Malcom's father. Malcom and I, couldn't survive without the other; we were basically twins when we were kids. Malcom was supposed to be king, everyone believed that he was my father's firstborn, he is actually Azzrail's firstborn. But of course, neither my dad nor me or Malcom knew about this. I wasn't very strong as a child, so my father hated that he had a useless child. He used to teach and train Malcom, I might not have had a great father, but my mother was there, Malcom hated how much time my mother spent with me. Malcom and I are 1.2 years

Undeniable. And undeserved. At two months old, others might not see it yet—but I did. Aside from a few features he inherited from me, Ashton Pierce’s genes were undeniably dominant. “Kids can inherit traits from their great-grandparents on either side,” Zandrie said casually, rolling his eyes as if the thought were ridiculous. “It doesn’t mean Malakai has to look like me.” His tone was light, dismissive—but I knew better. He was helping me.

14 - Ben Seriously! I can’t taking with this woman. This is the third day in a row she has refused, and then fought me on her protection detail. She’s not wrong about needing to coordinate with Malcom Jr., but Junior has a team, his team, his age. She’s flying blind and alone on purpose, and I don’t understand. To top it all off my wolf is reacting to her stubbornness…by wanting to step in and be her protection detail twenty-four seven.