Novel & Cerita Malakai Mitchell

She couldn't let him see her break. "He isn't weak," Gina whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and grief. "He is twice the man you will ever be, Malakai. Even if he is gone, I will never be your mate." Malakai’s smile instantly vanished, his face twisting into a dark, angry mask. He reached out with terrifying speed, his large hand gripping her jaw with a tight, painful hold that forced her to look directly into his pitch-black eyes.

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

The brown-haired one, seemingly lost in thought, still picked at that loose thread on the arm of the chair. “That’s Malakai,” Edwin said through our Mindlink, his fingers tightening around my lower back. “He’s a morose jackass. Don’t even bother trying to engage him in conversation.” I suppressed a frown. I recalled Peter mentioning that Malakai had a mate, but she didn’t appear to be here. Despite his apparent disinterest, I noticed his eyes flicking toward Edwin and me, a hint of something—jealousy, maybe?—in his gaze.

He had uncovered the source of the mutilated wolf maiden found at Bloodmoon Lake, though unfortunately, whoever ordered that execution had already shifted and fled into the territories outside the Midrealm. Malakai was the brains and the diplomat of the den. There was no border dispute he couldn’t fix, no pack law he couldn’t bend. More importantly, there was no hunt he hadn't won. He was accurate in all of his decisions, which catapulted the pack holdings to success. After spending time in the underground fighting pits, Malakai became a true alpha champion with exclusive bragging rights, and he had an opponent for every scar on his handsome face. He was the force that kept the three of them

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

I am sitting in disbelief waiting for him to tell us who it is. As he finally looks back at me, I see the first real display of emotion I have seen since meeting this man. Clearing his throat, he says, “I believe it’s Caleb Sweeting. He is a man who was banished for trying to tarnish the reputation of a higher-ranking member of the Pack.” Alpha Jackson’s POV

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

“I think I may have spoken out of turn, I apologise. Malachi will tell you when the time comes.” My heart drops. “That doesn’t bode well for me at all,” I say, shaking my head. “Forgive me for saying this, but what made you say something like that and make me doubt him?” Maleah’s eyes widen. “Oh, heavens no, that was not my intention!” she says, placing a hand on her chest, then she sighs. “I apologise, I didn’t know he hadn’t mentioned her yet. Malachi…had a mate before you and she rejected him for someone else.”

Before he could take it in any other way, I said, “What he meant to say is, my mate alpha Isaac is slightly over-possessive, and like any other newly mated pair, it was tough for him to part ways so it would not be a good thing if you decided to speak to me alone. Marcus and James are our loyal men, so feel free to ask anything about Isaac. As for how your friend is, he is well. He couldn’t attend this meeting because of some of his personal problems, which I am afraid I can’t divulge even though you are his friend.” I didn’t avert my gaze although I wanted to. His keen eyes seemed to be filtering the truth from my answer. My tone had remained steady and diplomatic, and I was sure that my fa

Marlon said, intertwining his fingers and swinging the back rest of his chair. "All we know is that he's a doctor. They guy is also believed to be the Mafia's ring leader which I want you to prove if it's true or not." "What makes you think he's the ring leader?" I asked. Suddenly, the door flew open and Mark walked in, staring at his phone throughout. He didn't even spare a glance. He just walked straight to the couch by the window, seemingly unaware of his surrounding. "Sometimes I wonder why and how he's the head of LAPD and not you." I told Marlon.