Malachi Barton Blonde Hair Novels & Stories

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

If Blake knows who I am, then it only makes me look weak. Before I can decide how to react, Blake takes my hand in his and presses his lips to my knuckles. I freeze. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, little rabbit,” he says. A low growl rumbles in Ethan’s chest and the corner of Blake’s lip quirks before he releases me. “You remind me of someone I saw back at the Southlands palace,” says Blake. “Did you know that the daughter of the king has red hair, just like yours?” “Give it a rest, Blake,” growls Ethan. “I know you know who she is.”

Darcie and I exchanged an arched brow at this but kept quiet in front of Ruth. I took a quick shower to rid my hair of the salt from the sea and slipped on a white maxi dress which looked incredibly nice against my sun-kissed skin. I waited for Ruth as she got ready and we both headed down to the lobby where Sasha, dressed in his brown chinos, charcoal button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows was waiting for us. His usually messy hair was neat and combed back and he had taken the time to trim his facial hair. I grinned at him appreciatively as his eyes moved up and down my body, lingering on my chest a while longer than necessary.

The one she'd punched, despite his anger, actually laughed at that, a genuine bark of amusement that made the others look at him in surprise. "Damn it, Malachai," the silver haired one said, glaring at the dark-haired one. "Stop instigating shit." So the one she'd punched was named Malachai. The red haired one took a step toward her and his eyes flashed gold for a second, his wolf clearly close to the surface. "Watch your tongue."

44. "What do you mean?" Ethan scrunched his brows. He was confused at Colton's question. "Look over there. Aren't those blond strands?" Colton pointed at the roots of her hair. Some silvery blond colored strands were showing. Veronica's hair was usually a light brown color. Ethan only noticed now the pale streaks growing underneath the brown. His forehead creased as he looked at them. Every fortnight, Veronica dyed her hair. No one knew about her secret except for three people; her bestfriend, her assistant and Nanny Lorene. Everyone thought she had natural brown hair.

Her blonde hair is braided down her back and her blue eyes sparkle with curiosity; this must be Maleah, Malachi’s sister. “That it is,” Malachi says, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hello again, Maleah. This is the woman I told you about.” Maleah chuckles and crosses her broad arms over her chest. “Ah, the mate; one I didn’t know would be split in three ways,” she says, crooking an eyebrow at Malachi. “But I have never been one to question the Goddess and her ways, and honestly, this might be the best pairing she’s ever made.”

NATHAN'S POV Malachi fully emerged from the shadows. I could truly see him. And it was like I could see him for the first time. He was dressed in all black, meant to blend in well with the dark. His hair was cropped short and he had a scar running from his left eye to his jaw. His mouth held a wicked grin, and in his hands, a blade – a short pocket knife that he played with, switching it from hand to hand as he spoke.

I flip it over and read the back again. Love you so much Mal! Violet xoxo Violet. With eyes a beautiful sky blue, teeth so perfectly straight, and hair a bright yet natural shade of golden blonde. She is beautiful. And she has her arm all around my mate. Am I feeling jealous of a girl in a photograph? Do I expect Malachi to have never had any relationships in the past before he met me?

'Malac' slapped Luca on the back as they broke apart. Luca turned to Alissa. “Malachi, this is Alissa, the young lady I spoke to you about, Alissa, this is Malachi McBayn.” Alissa had to crane her neck to look at him. Malachi extended his hand to her, she shook it. His hands were rough and calloused. A neatly trimmed beard led to his dark ginger hair which fell to just below his shoulders. He looked to be in his late twenties, his friendly blue eyes met hers. “You are as bonnie as he said, it's lovely to meet ya, Alissa,” he said.

I take his hand and respond, “Antonia.” He takes a deep breath as he gets up and goes back to the door. I half expect all of them to have been right at the door but no one is there when he opens it. Instead Doctor Ares has to stick his head out of the doorway and signal before he comes back in. They all file into the room a while later, including the “nurse.” I’m still finding it hard to believe Malachi cut his hair, dyed it black, then proceeded to dye his eyebrows and eyelashes the same color too, all so he could get in here. He looks like a different person.