Malachi Barton Now Novels & Stories

MALAIKA and her team had reached the Baraf safely. Everyone was wary of an ambush during their travel, knowing about the uprising. Thankfully, she regained her strength with the help of Attisha’s medicine. Everyone reminded her not to overdo her magic, especially since she could still not harness it properly.

Malachi’s voice is a low growl, “No.” I should act like i don’t understand him y’know, except i perfectly understand what he means by no, and this time i’m not going to stand for it. “We’re divorced. I don’t take orders from you anymore.” “You are not going to see Tieran. He’s my uncle Antonia, have some respect!” I’m surprised by Malachi’s outburst. But then my anger overides the outburst. Respect? “I’ll have as much respect as you’ve treated me with Malachi.”

But then again pretty much everything about Mackayla he liked. Where you able to get anything off the dective Carson asked Blake? A little they have a lead on the guy she was living with. His name is Tommy Bartoast and he is a court runner Blake answered. He's gone into hiding though and they can't track him down. Carson snickered at that why would someone like that need to go into hiding? As the gang settled down to eat lunch things were a little calmer. Sasha and Morganna was still sleeping so Mackayla laid Dominique down with them. She and Sue took Brenda and Elizabeth for a bit of a walk Jason accompanied them.

“I’ll help with Leon, and I have people living here that are paid to help. So drink. Get drunk for the both of us, because if I could, I’d be fucking wasted right now.” Malachi got up from the couch and moved to my bar, grabbing a random bottle. He took a big sip, then took the bottle with him back to the couch. “How can we get married now?” “We’re still getting married, Malachi. A deal is a fucking deal.” “There is that cold-hearted woman I am going to marry,” Malachi joked dryly. I rolled my eyes, “get drunk in silence then.” He shook his head, “my thoughts are too loud. Music. I need music.”

“Surprises like this can be… unfortunate.” My blood went cold. He didn’t know. He didn’t know I was aware of the ritual, of tomorrow night. Of what he planned to do at the old chapel. Good. Let him think I was blind. I forced my breathing to slow. “Where are you?” A soft click of his tongue. “You think I’m a fool?” Silence stretched between us. “Baron is alive,” Malrick said finally. “For now. Come to the old chapel tomorrow. Alone. Maybe you’ll get him back.”

“Help me up Di, I gotta stop this shit, once and for all.” She helped me up and I yelled, “STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!” as best I could still trying to get my breathing back. “I, Baron Malachi challenge you for the mantle of Alpha on the upcoming Red Moon for the bloodline of all, including her!” “What?!” Di and I said incredulously.

"You didn't mention the cottage came with such a beautiful woman, Jareth. No wonder you haven't checked in. I thought you’d finally gone feral in the bush." "Malachi, shut up," Jareth said, though the edge was gone from his voice. He turned to me, looking truly uncomfortable. "Sarah, this is Mal. He’s... a fellow hunter." "Hunter?" Malachi laughed, catching the warning look Jareth shot him. He immediately straightened his posture, his heels almost clicking together before he caught himself and forced a casual slouch. "Right. Hunting. Lots of... deer. Very dangerous. I’m Malachi Trombley, ma'am." He looked past me to the gas stove. "Is that coffee? I might actually weep."

My voice comes out hoarse, and I cough a few times to clear my throat. “O, check your socials.” I recognize Skylar’s voice right away. “Why?” “Malachi’s new podcast just dropped. You’re mentioned like ten minutes in.” My head snaps up in attention. The way Skylar’s normally confident voice comes through the phone tells me this isn’t going to be good news. She sounds concerned, and I start walking quickly to get home. “I’m at Touchdown Tavern. Can’t talk anymore, but you needed to know.” “How did YOU know?”

I slump into the nearest lounge seat, and the tears come rushing down my cheeks. “Why won’t he just leave me alone?” I whisper. “Why can’t he let me go?” The guys say nothing. They just stay close. Their presence alone makes it a little easier to breathe. Eventually, I wipe my face and force a tiny smile. “God, I must look like a mess.” “What you need, baby, is a fucking good party,” Malachi says, standing. “That’s what we came here for, isn’t it?” Jaxon raises a brow. “And how do we do that? Throw one of ours?”

she said and he heard the rustle of bedcovers. “It’s ten p.m. I just finished up at the Council and booked into a hotel.” “And John?” Jessica asked. “He didn’t make it,” Malachi said. “Who do you answer to now?” she asked and he smiled. “To me.” “You Sinclair’s always have to be the best at everything,” she said and Malachi chuckled. “Why even bother if you’re not?” “When are you coming home?” she asked. “The day after tomorrow,” he said. “I have to be inducted first.”