Mala Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

Samantha swallowed hard. “Malia was unlike any wolf I’d ever met,” Mira said, her eyes growing distant with memory. “Fierce, noble… and deeply wounded. She saved us, yes. She stood against the Blackridge when no one else would. But there was something else she carried. A secret.” Mira took a deep breath. “She was pregnant.” Samantha froze. “What?”

Not Mala’s fear. Others. When I burst from the tree line at the forest’s edge, I see them. A cluster of small bodies—pups and Juveniles—mud-streaked, wide-eyed. Riven stands at the front, jaw set, blood matting the sleeve of his shirt. And there— “Mala.” The breath leaves me in a shudder. She stands near the center, braid half undone, chin lifted like she’s trying to be brave. The moment her eyes lock on mine, they fill.

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

The book on the altar exhaled ash scented like wildflowers crushed at midnight. She came the way light comes when it remembers it is also water. Not a woman, then a woman. Not radiant, then too much so. Dark hair braided with something that wasn’t metal and wasn’t vine. Eyes like moth-wings dipped in star-milk. Bare feet, because gods don’t need shoes to be taller than you. Malen went to a knee so fast I thought his bones would object; they didn’t. I didn’t kneel. It wasn’t pride. It was… recognition.

”You’ll never make it back in time,” Genevieve was watching all her friends lay dead around her. ”You said forty-eight hours. Trust me, we’ll make it back.” I said and raised my head. ”Amber,” Malia's voice rang out as she took a step toward me. When she was about to take another, her father blocked her way and raised his hand. Malia's eyes glowed and her canines extended. She raised her hand, blocking her father's punch but instead her mother came up and shoved her into the brick wall. Malia fell down, she wasn't strong, she had been tortured and starved.

"SURE, DON'T TELL ME. I WILL RAPE IT OUT OF YOU!" The beasts then pulled the chain towards him without holding back. Maira, on the other end of the chain, felt her limbs stretch as she flew towards the beast's abruptly. Malaka was so fast, she couldn't get a chance to let go. In a matter of seconds, she was already in front of the beast. She saw that Malaka had already raised his hand to grab her by her neck. The force behind the pull was beyond her strength. Changing the trajectory is now impossible. Although there was Armor around her body, she knew once the beast grabs her, he will tear it apart without much effort.

Rumor had it that it was his mate who looked out for the pack members. Liam found it disgusting, he hated the word, mate. He could never have one or live his pack in the hands of a female. He only saw them as free fucks. Tired of the galore, he was ready to call it a night when the anchor said. “And on a final note, let's have some closing remarks from Crimson's adorable Luna, Nicole Mallory,” Cheers and applause echoed around the hall. At once, Liam was curious to see the so-called Luna. He watched as she climbed the stage, adorned in a pale green sheath gown that lapped her curves and complimented her eyes. He heaved a sigh when he recognized her.

I mumbled. My father sighed and I saw something else flash in his eyes. He pulled out his phone and then the door opened and I saw Nick and... "Mack?" ----- A mole? There's no way in hell there's a mole in my mafia. If there is, then they know where Melody is and where she's at. And when I find out who this mole is I'm gonna kill them. I pulled out my phone and quickly started texting three people. L: where the hell are you? We have a problem.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?