Malachi Aphmau Novels & Stories

stated Alpha Samuel. Malachi exclaimed, "I came as fast as I could, thinking you wanted to see me, Dad." Alpha Samuel detects a scent and wrinkles his nose at Malachi, stating, "You reek of she-wolves and alcohol. Boy, what mistakes did we make in your upbringing? We are fortunate the moon goddess kept your mother away, preventing her from seeing your despicable self and suffering a broken heart.” His father's actions made Malachi feel small; he remained on his knees, head down, managing only a weak, "I'm sorry, father."

Just like his home. Malachi started to walk ahead towards a small group of people. As soon he approached them, they all turned to look at him then at the shifter behind him. “Excuse me gentlemen! I hope I am not intruding but I am looking for someone. Her name is Selly.” Upon hearing him, the men looked at each before they dispersed without a word. Leaving him and Jordan standing alone. Malachi frowned, without turning back, he said, “Am I the only one who is feeling hostility from them?”

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

the High Lykos greeted. Malachi’s stomach rolled. Sure, a pleasure. “I come bearing the news that your… request,” he spat the word, “has been carried out.” He lowered his gaze a little, not really wishing to look at the men before him. But he couldn’t for long… he had to act within expectations. Expectations he always hated. He wished he was back on his boat. Away from all these shitty politics. Rufas frowned, “Request? What do you mean?” he asked.

“However, you feel about Connor and Charlie, they are good agents who came here for you. Don’t forget that.” I rolled my eyes at him as I walked past him to go into the house. “Hi, I’m Malachi.” I turned to see Malachi extending his hand to Murphey. I completely forgot to introduce him and Alec. “Hi, call me Murphey,” Murphey said as he extended his hand. I always considered Murphey a big man, he was tall and solid. But seeing him next to Malachi was a joke, Malachi had at least a good five inches on him and was more board.

The paramedics exchange glances, nodding as relief flickers on their faces. “Mr. Malibu.” The paramedic calls out again, and her voice hits me like a splash of ice water. My breath rushes out in a sharp exhale, the weight on my chest easing slightly as I’m drawn back into the present. My father’s heart is beating again—there’s still hope.

Malachi POV “I am not the villain here. Remember all he has done for us. Remember? He was never there for us. Why should I be there for him now? He was never there for us. Why did he not explain anything to us when we were young? That was because he never trusted us. He only wanted to be the one Father always saw. Father always saw him. Father took him to places, showed him the best people. Always wanted him to marry, get married to the best girl. And now that can never happen. Because Bea belongs to all three of us. And we can't allow him to be with her. Don’t you see?”

He was highly intelligent and matter of fact with everything. If Malachi said something, you could believe it to be the absolute truth. Malachi did not talk bad about other people; he was quite the diplomat. Sometimes it was hard for me to see him as a wolf. He was not aggressive as a human at all, but as I would come to see, you should never judge a book by its cover. I powered up my laptop and opened Malachi’s message. The file opened with photos, likes, dislikes, names, background information, and allergies. You name it, it was there. Malachi never did anything halfway.

“You forget who you’re talking to.” “I remember perfectly,” Malachi said. He walked past me, inspecting the wreckage like a disappointed teacher. “You were the Alpha’s darling. The Beta’s pride and joy. Now you’re hiding in abandoned homes, drunk, and talking to yourself.” “I’m regrouping,” I snapped. “You don’t understand how hard it is to get to her. She’s slippery. And he’s always there. Watching.” “So kill him.” I stared at him. “What?” “Kill. Him,” Malachi repeated, turning to face me fully now. “You’re wasting your energy going after the woman. She’s protected. The children? Double-protected. But if you take him off the board—”

“You strike a woman, leave her bleeding on the ground like a beaten dog, and you call that no harm?” I could only watch from where I sat, silent, lips parted but words caught somewhere behind the tremble in my throat. My pulse beat against my eardrums, loud as a drum, and yet I couldn’t tear my gaze from Alejandro—not from the way his jaw locked in fury, or how his hand curled into a fist at his side. Malachi’s gaze flicked toward me and then away, ashamed. He stepped back again, faltering. “I only wanted her to apologise for how she spoke to me when i had nothing but good intentions coming here,” he mumbled, eyes darting.