MALIK
“Elizabeth? Beth?” I patted her cheek gently, willing her to wake up so we could clean up. She was unconscious throughout the ride to my place. Her silence was a bonus because I didn’t have to answer questions I wasn’t ready for, but it was worrisome now. She stirred in my arms, and I adjusted on the couch so she didn’t fall off. “Miss Scott?”Her eyes peeled open. She stared at the ceiling and blazing lightbulbs. “Where am I?”
“My house.” Elizabeth pushed one leg off the couch as she regained full consciousness. I missed the body contact as soon as she was entirely off my lap, but she was still close. Noting her confusion, I added, “You fainted.”
She blinked slowly. Her movements slow as she tried to create more gap between us. Her hand went over her mouth, and she gasped.
“You.” She pointed an accusatory finger at me. I had an idea what
Malik saw me naked and didn’t react. I closed my legs, annoyed at him and myself. Waylen would have acted differently, kissed me before taking me against that sink. Why was I upset when I always complained about his roughness? Because I wanted what he gave, even if I didn’t like how he took them.But my attraction to Malik made little or no sense to me. I liked him, alright. From our dates and chats over the month, I knew he was a cool person. Still, after everything that had happened tonight, my body should have shut down. I shouldn’t be horny or this tense.The sound of pouring water kept me awake. I rested my head against the headboard, my eyes so heavy I could barely see. My feelings were a mess. Right now, I was so wet I was certain I had soaked Malik’s towel. I wanted Malik to hold me. But I wanted to stay away. When someone helps you, you offer your gratitude and leave, not picture yourself in bed with them. Still, I couldn’t
Me: I quit my jobBecca: You did what?Fumi: Good for you. You complained that other time.Becca: Yeah but. But you seemed to be doing okay after that.Me: because I thought he had changed. Apparently not.Becca: are you okay?Fumi: do you need us to come over?Becca: I’ll bring wine. Chocolates too.Fumi: I’ll bring pizza.Becca: and sushi. You can cry it outMe: why would I cry?Fumi: because the job meant a lot to you?Me: I’m fine.Becca: liesMe: I swear on your Gucci bags and Fumi’s LV purses, I’m fucking fineFumi: oh, no. She said FUCKING fineBecca: yeah, I saw that too. We are on our wayMe: I’m not home guys. I promise, I’m fine. Let’s focus on your wedding.Becca: fuck that shit.Me: I just took a screenshot of this reply to send to MikeBecca: you wouldn’t dare
I exited the car before I did something silly. It was Monday, a few minutes past six in the evening, and I didn’t expect Waylen to be here. The building was empty except for the guard at the door. He let me in without so much as a fuss. Waylen mustn’t have told them he fired me. Or that I quit, whatever.My footsteps pounded loudly against the floor. In the silence, every sound seemed louder than it actually was. I arrived at my floor without a mishap, opened my door and tiptoed inside. My desk was as I last left it because I thought I would be coming back.The door to Waylen’s office was also closed. I wondered if he was in or had already left. Either way, I didn’t check to satisfy my curiosity. But my guess was on him being away. Typical him would have come out to haunt me. Or maybe he was finally listening to me and staying away. I found an empty box and emptied the valuable contents of my drawers into it. They weren’t much. The c
They say it takes a second for your life to be turned upside down. But in Beth’s case, it took one night. When an attack pushes her into Malik’s arms, she learns one hard truth: everything was a half-truth. Her world doesn’t belong to her alone. Werewolves exist. Her cocky, arrogant boss, Waylen, and the charming gentleman, Malik, who have spent weeks and months trying to woo her, aren’t fully humans. They are two of Indiana’s most jealous and possessive Alphas, and they want her. If Beth’s short stay as Waylen’s assistant has taught her anything, it’s this: Waylen Parker doesn’t share, even if the Moon goddess commands it. But when the council elder demands his mate's head on a platter, will he be able to set aside his pride and work with his rival—the very man he hates to save their mate's life? What about Beth? With her feelings torn between these two Alphas, she has a tough decision to make. Stand with her men and watch the people she cares about die? Or, choose the safest o
MALIKElizabeth was still asleep when I woke up. Her—my shirt had ridden up her ass to expose the succulent bronze skin. I placed a kiss on her butt before logic sank its claws into me. Otis purred. He had been excited since she touched us. Elizabeth stirred without waking up. She sucked her lip twice, and I smiled down at her. My dick pulsed with need as the immaculate memories seeped into my subconscious. I pushed my knee over the bed instead of waking her. Otis wanted me to bury my face in her heat and thank her for the best blowjob I had received in years. Maybe I was being sentimental because she was my mate, but everything about her was perfect. Too perfect. I wanted her to sit on my face and suffocate me with her pussy. I needed her more than I ever needed anyone. How was I supposed to practise celibacy with my mate? My fingers grazed her ear, and she purred, turning her face toward me. Worry lines marred Elizabeth’s usually smooth
MALIKThe silence lingered for too long. Elizabeth finally looked away when I made no move.“Elizabeth.”She returned to her coffee and took a sip. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.” She rubbed a hand over her neck and murmured, “I’ll just wait for Waylen. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing it.”A growl tore out of my throat. I twirled Elizabeth’s stool but didn’t get a chance to snap because she kissed me. She tasted of milk, sugar, and waffles. Her hands roamed my body, gently squeezing my cock through my shorts. I pushed her hand inside for actual contact, and she pumped me in fast, short strokes.Otis pushed for control. He had grown crazier since meeting her, feral, hornier. I broke the kiss and snatched her wrists, holding her hands behind her. She looked at me with questions heavy in her eyes. If she continued touching me, I would make good on
When I arrived on my floor, someone was seated in front of my door. My footsteps alerted them of my presence, and the person’s head raised. I stepped back. Waylen’s head tipped back like he was trying to understand the person in front of him. He stood, wiping the invisible lint on his jacket. There was no way to tell how long he had been here. When he smiled, that became the least of my worry. Remembering the attack made my insides knot with anger. I thought I was over it after seeing him at his office yesterday, but I thought wrong. I was still pissed. He was blocking my path, but I didn’t want to speak to him. So, I moved to the left, away from him, but he followed. “Beth,” he whispered. “I just need to get inside,” I told him—or the door. It was locked. I wasn’t with my key, not like I had the new one. That day, he locked the door, and I shut it from inside. Stepping aside, Waylen patted his pockets to retrieve a key. I co
Lynn almost knocked me off my feet with her hug. She stepped back like she was the bigger sister to inspect my physical state. Her eyes were swollen, and the tip of her nose was red. Alarm bells went off in my head as I pulled her in for a tighter hug. “It’s not as bad as it looks. But I’m fine,” Lynn murmured into my chest. Waylen said it wasn’t that bad, but her face and reaction revealed otherwise. I broke the hug first, my smile jittery as I wiped the under of her eyes. I was her big sis, and big sisters didn’t cry in front of their baby sisters, but tears clung to my eyelashes. If anything happened to her or our mom… An arm snuck around my waist, stopping the thought in its track. The familiar scent of Malik’s cologne tickled my nostrils. The urge to turn around and hug him tight while he comforted me was intense. But Lynn was here. And as far as she knew, Waylen was myoneandonlyboyfriend. “Who are you?”
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The door shut after Malik, and I switched off the lights. Sleeping was futile. I tossed and turned until I fell into a fitful sleep. The following day, I was still cranky. I splashed water on my face and made my way into his room. He was seated on the bed. But I ignored him as I walked past to the bathroom to get the spare toothbrush. I finished brushing and returned to meet him in that same position. He looked exhausted. What was I even doing here in his room? I had a toothbrush in the guest room. I was supposed to be ignoring my mate, but worry gnawed at my chest. Folding my arms on my chest, I tapped my foot on the floor, and he slowly lifted his head to meet my gaze. Sad, gray eyes connected with mine. My insides tingled, but I scowled. “Are you okay?” I almost barked. “No.” His reply floored me. The softness of his voice made my arms drop to my sides. Did he transition at night? Except from the tiredness in his eyes, he looked okay. “C
No, no, no. This was not my Malik, even if they looked alike and my body liked him. One, he was acting weird and more aggressive. His eyes constantly flicked between green and gray like he was contesting with his wolf. My thighs throbbed, not only from being in his presence but because they had been forced open while his fingers assaulted my pussy. I needed him so badly that as he ignored my plea to stop and continued thrusting into my wetness, part of me wanted him to keep going until my orgasm. But I also needed to put my foot down. If I could punish Waylen, I could punish Malik too. “Malik,” I called out, my voice louder. My body reacted in all the ways it should, and he continued to use that to his advantage. “What?” he barked, an unusual chill in his voice. He retracted his fingers to suck them clean. His eyes were different colors. One gray, one green. I didn’t know who was in charge. “Wolf got your tongue? Can’t talk anymore?
MALIKThe weekend passed, and we were still not on talking terms. Elizabeth was back to the office. Except for passing vital information when necessary, she wouldn’t talk or look at me. I loved my mate, I needed her, but if she wasn’t sure how she felt about me anymore, maybe some space would be good for her. Staying in the guestroom hadn’t improved her mood. It was worse. I parked in the garage, and as usual, Elizabeth stepped out of the car without waiting for me to open her door. That didn’t bother me as much as knowing she would head into the guestroom and I wouldn’t see her until tomorrow morning. The council was a part of me. I had separated myself enough from them by refusing to be a part of the table. But I couldn’t cut ties with them. Not right now. Governor Kane raised me. I still reported to him. I followed after my mate without trying to make conversation. It was futile. Nothing I said would be good enough. After a quick shower, I turned
My head was reeling. I was baffled. He lied. Malik lied to me. I walked back to the guestroom door to be sure it was locked. God, I wanted to leave this place. But the only option was with Waylen. He would gloat. I fell back to the bed with a sob, my hands covering my face as I let it all out. Fumi could have died. What was the point? To endear himself to me? That was unlike him. Puffing out a breath, I kicked off my shoes and tucked myself in bed without changing out of my dress. I fell into a fitful sleep and woke up feeling even more awful. My eyes were bloodshot red. My mind and body were exhausted. I tried to forget the conversation from yesterday, but it rolled back in too slowly to be ignored. Slumping into the seat in front of the mirror, I patted my cheeks and forced a smile to my lips. Thinking that I still had to go to work today made me want to return to bed and cry myself to sleep again. I defended Malik against Waylen so many t
MALIKElizabeth and Waylen looked perfect with her seated on his lap. I was almost hesitant to call their attention to me, but it only took a few seconds for Waylen to notice me. My hand raised in a wave that never happened. There was something different about him, not anything callous but relaxing. I slipped onto the couch opposite them as Elizabeth smiled. I knew how to tackle angry Waylen, but this version was something else. Scary. “Malik,” Elizabeth said. I noticed his arm on her waist. Instead of creating any more awkwardness by having her come to hug or kiss me, I stretched out my hand to her, and she placed hers over it. I dropped a kiss on her knuckles, and she chuckled. She was happy, the happiest I had seen her in a while. I couldn’t say if Waylen saw it, but this was what I meant when I always said, her happiness depended on both of us. “Did you have any trouble locating the place?” “No. It was pretty easy, love.” Waylen was
WAYLENI thought my day was good when I received an early morning nude from Beth. But it had only gotten better. A sleeping Beth snuggled in my arms while I worked was better than a picture of her naked body. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. It hadn’t taken too long for her to fall asleep after her release. I kissed my mate’s hair, smiling as my fingers worked on the laptop. Kane didn’t have any more people to kill from my end. Beth was safe. Alice and Evelyn were also in safe hands. The only unresolved issue was my relationship with Malik. I agreed to the meeting for Beth’s sake. She had been so generous with those pictures, but above that was the exhaustion. I was tired of our constant fights. Kane hadn’t provided the evidence yet. But until he did, I could pretend to tolerate Malik. A whimper from my mate made my fingers halt. Beth stirred but didn’t make any other move. I finished typing out the letter and closed the file. We needed replac
Today was a good day to reach out to Waylen again. I had learned that a nude was the fastest way to get a reply from him, so I went into the bathroom to get two pictures of me before texting him. Malik had left for work already. I would join him later. If I got Waylen to meet me, then Malik would be joining us at the venue. The time for games was over. They needed to talk so we could find a permanent solution to the council and prevent another painful rut for Malik. I also wanted my freedom and independence, that of my sister and mom too. They couldn’t go anywhere without someone watching. It was an exhausting life for all of us involved. Waylen hadn’t replied yet. The message hadn’t been read, so I figured he was busy. I smeared my lipstick with my index finger, covering every inch of my lips with red. My dress was knee-length and easily accessible. Hopefully, I could get a real dick today. If not Malik’s, then Waylen’s. My phone rang as I finished with my m
WAYLENThe lines on the paper blurred the longer I stared. I tapped the tip of my pen to the sheet, creating a bigger dot on the same spot. Firing Beth or having her quit had to be at the top of the most stupid things I had done in my life. I yanked my tie, loosening it as I kicked my legs out. I hadn’t gotten a new assistant and probably wouldn’t until she returned to work. I rechecked my phone to see if she had sent another picture of her boobs. When she sent that one on Friday, I had gone into the nearest bathroom to check for her. My forgiveness couldn’t be earned so quickly, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun while at it. The only genuine apology she owed me was for always throwing Malik in my face, putting me second when I should be first. I was her first mate, the one who decided how things would go with her and Malik. Thoughts of Beth took a backseat as I stared at my desk. I bunched the paper and tossed it in the trash can by the door. My finger