Malachi Barton Now Novels & Stories

"Oh, I forgot to mention—Mal's back from Europe. He finished his business degree at Cambridge and now he's taking over his father's company." "Congratulations," I said mechanically, still unable to look away from Malachi. "Thanks," Malachi replied, his eyes never leaving mine either. Adrian walked over to the bar cart, pouring himself a drink. "He's staying here for the next three days while he apartment hunts. I know I should have asked first, but honestly, I forgot he was coming today until he texted me this morning." Three days. Three days under the same roof as the man I'd been running from for four years.

"Malachi Jackson, from today, your title as the beta of Blood moon pack has officially been withdrawn from you. And from today onwards, you're no longer a member of this pack. I cut all ties with you." Malachi slowly rose from the floor, removing the invisible specs of dust on his cloth, then he stood upright, staring directly at me like we were in some kind of silent battle. "This should be the last time I set my eyes on you, Malachi" I managed to keep my voice low, "The next time I see you, I won't spare you. Hailey won't be there to plead on your behalf." Malachi chuckled humorlessly, "This won't be the last interaction I'd have with you and your girl toy. Mark my words, Carter."

Outside, Franklin turned back towards the house and looked at the place where he once lived with his wretched wife. Malachi sat down at the table and stared off into the distance remembering the night he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. “You don’t look so happy to be here.” The young girl looked longingly at Malachi. “Obligations.” Malachi emptied his glass and put the key card down on the counter where she looked at it. “Well, goodnight then, maybe I’ll see you later.” Alexandra left Malachi at the bar and he ordered another drink. He had stopped counting how many drinks he’d had. He just wanted to forget and be done with this night.

And Malachi… Malachi hadn’t said a word since entering the room. He sat in the corner, his expression distant, troubled. Something had happened last night. Something he hadn’t shared yet. “Enough about the girl,” I said, moving to the center of the room. “We have more pressing matters. What did you find?” The atmosphere shifted immediately, playfulness giving way to something darker. Rowan stopped pacing, Nikolai’s shadows stilled, and Malachi finally looked up. “Death,” Malachi said quietly. “Nothing but death.”

she said…her voice coming out softer than expected. Malachi tapped on something on his laptop and got up from his chair. “Then don’t” he said still staring at his laptop. “ we’re acting out this non-insulting scene I wrote” he said sarcastically Sierra was still looking at him confused. “Come on…get up” he said reaching out for her hand. At this point Sierra couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not. The Malachi she was used to was the ‘very non chalant annoying British guy’