Mal And Ben Descendants 3 Novels & Stories

But he ignored me, turning his sharp, commanding gaze to May instead. "I know you have Malachi’s protection," he said, his tone cold, edged with authority, "but don’t drag my wife into this shit." I tensed. His wife? I clenched my fists, biting back the urge to correct him—because I wasn’t his wife. Not anymore. But Randy wasn’t finished. His gaze flickered to Gregory, then back to May. "He is a direct descendant," he said, voice dropping into something low and dangerous. "And you know what that means."

For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed. “Silver Rock’s heir.” Ben says in a respectful tone of voice, his eyes on me but directed at his father. “Yes, one and the same. Finally home.”

She wasn’t bothered at first when she got the report because she thought Maliyah had probably realized that she didn’t stand a chance with Ben. But staring at the picture of Ben and Maliyah kissing and hugging at the beach told her that they had reconciled. That lowlife has her grandson wrapped around her little fingers and she was going to break those fingers.

Catalina recoiled, her face expressing disgust at the sight. "Sweetheart, I'm pleased you're here. It seems you're looking at my father. I'd like you to meet, Father. This is Catalina. Catalina, please meet my father, the man who picked you as my mate and orchestrated the kidnapping. I still have more to tell you. I also want you to meet your great-grandfather, Alpha Joseph Black of the Red Moon pack," Malachi said, pointing to his left. "He's the one who hired the people to kidnap you. She turned to her right, unaware of the older man, an Alpha by his looks, whose face showed signs of hardship. With his bread matted, his hair in a ponytail is more gray than black, and his eyes clearly show

She does, breathing hard, dirt streaked across her cheek. “Ben,” I call, raising my voice. “You’re up.” Mala blinks. “Wait—what?” Ben steps into the ring with a grin that should be illegal. He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and throws her a wink that makes her scowl. “Oh, this’ll be fun,” he says, swaggering exaggeratedly. “You sure you’re ready for this, kid?” Mala bristles exactly like I knew she would. Perfect, my wolf purrs. Let her feel it. The doubt. The challenge.

the last of Reagan’s sisters arriving today. Malin is mated to my son and she is a true Holstin. They have six pups and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she pulled an Angel and ends up having another pup several years younger than the others, just like Reagan. Emerson is mated to Malin’s twin, Quinn. Somehow, Emerson has managed to keep Quinn to a respectable four pups, but you never know. She’s a Holstin, after all. Both of them have a set of twins, both girls. They are terrors and I can say that because one set of those twins are my granddaughters. And by terrors, you understand that I mean those girls can get a wolf, ANY wolf, to roll over and show their belly just because they asked th

“Yeah, I’d like to know that too. What were you thinking?” “Apparently, I was thinking like an idiot,” Maloi muttered. She turned to the door. “I better go,” she added. “My cousin needs to know he’s about to be the next Ben Dawson.” The name dropped like a dead body on the floor. Everyone froze. “Maloi,” Cillian said, rising to stop her. She didn’t turn around. Just walked out. The door slammed behind her. Benita sat there in the ringing quiet, hands clenched in her lap. Her pulse thundered in her ears, but her face was calm—too calm.

he asked coolly. “Me?” Ben said, puffing up. “Someone who’ll make you regret ever crossing me.” Alina blinked, surprised. Did Ben really not know who Jesse was? How was that possible? Jesse was always with Aiden… “You?” Jesse pointed at Ben, then at himself. “You’re going to make me regret life?” Ben nodded confidently. “I’m Ben Wilson. Heir to the Wilson Empire.” Jesse tilted his head, acting puzzled. “Strange. Your family must be awfully small. I’ve never heard of you or your empire.”