The Sun God Diaries

Malachi’s POV

And as true as my word, I was right on the money with the whole world knowing of me being the Sun God Wolf AND the Moon Wolf Prince all in one day. The following morning after the sit-down about Cunningham and me shifting into my other forms, the paparazzi were all over the gates with everyone trying to get a good look at my latest forms. Of course, there were a few tabloids that tried to discredit the fact that the Sun God Wolf legacy was real and they wanted to get a rise out of me. It only took a few words and a possible lawsuit to keep them quiet.

One small-time newspaper even dared to sneak through the palace gates and planned to get a rise out of me. The reporter herself claimed that it was all a myth- the Moon Wolves, the Sun God legacy, and even (and I quote you) “the greatness that is of the Werewolf Kingdom now led by the House of DuBauer.”

Yeah...she got fired and her reputation was beyond comparison. The worse fact of it all was that she was a Beta vampire- and her own coven turned on her and had her shipped to a prison in Romania where my family was well-respected (they didn’t play at all).

But back to the matter at hand, folks. That morning led to me being watched by my newly-hired bodyguards that permitted me to do a handful of interviews and TV appearances (with the bulk mainly from the big-time media corps) when I was not attending my tutoring sessions or my royal lessons. And if you guys thought that I was given leniency regarding my combat training with Uncle Colin, Uncle Clay, and my hunter godparents; think again because this was when I had to practice shifting into Amon-Re’s wolf and my Gorgon warrior. In addition to that, I practice the art of mutatio (shifting into my various animals and elements) as I chose a small tornado and a column of water as my element forms while a peregrine falcon, a gazelle, and a tiger shark became my animals for land, sea, and air.

Add in studying the old and new languages (Latin was a breeze while ancient Akkadian was a bitch) and my usual schooling, and you can say that I was lucky to even be given a break with my secret stash (I haven’t forgotten to count everything, note the fact that I painted Phillippe and Claude’s bedroom pink when I found them eating my Oatmeal Cream Pies and chugging down my Diet Cokes) or even hang out with my friends.

But a week passed by until I was given a break to hang out with the Joneslake phoenix cousins and Pauly at Tammany’s for lunch. “I still can’t believe that you’re now the Sun God Wolf AND the Moon Wolf Prince,” Travis commented as he nibbled on his chili dog. “All of Bethune Memorial’s been gagging and gossiping ever since they saw the footage of you shifting on Action 16 News.”

“And that made a lot of Alphas there wanting to curry favor with you,” Sapphire added as she finished her taco. “Some of them were the ones that tried to pressure you into being their mate. And you won’t believe the Omegas there with them looking to you as their idol. One Omega- a male fey- said that it was a long time coming since we had a real hero to look up to.”

“But you guys, there’s still the Betas to consider,” Pauly added. “Some of them still think that the Sun God legacy’s a big fat lie, even after they saw the footage.”

“What?” I scoffed, placing down my hamburger. “They do realize that I’m related to the Moon Goddess, right?”

Pauly shrugged. “Try telling them that,” he commented. “You know that werecat pack the DuMartels owned with the late Marissa planning to take over?”

I nodded.

“Well, some of them weren’t too happy that you rejected their formerly future Alpha female,” my godbrother commented. “Two of them were good friends to each other- Sarah Biggins and her brother Wyatt. They were hoping that you’d be Marissa’s quiet and abused mate that would bear her young and remain demure while she boinks every eligible Omega- male and female. With her gone, all eyes are on her younger brother Todd to rule since he’s a submissive Alpha. And the Biggins hate him.”

I shook my head. “Someone needs to-”

“DUBAUER!”

We whipped our heads around, my friends groaning softly as we saw a model-esque redhead female that was dressed to kill while the guy behind her looked like he was coming in from football practice.

And from the looks of anger in their eyes, I had a feeling that this was Sarah and Wyatt Biggins. “And I take it that you two were friends with the late Marissa DuMartel,” I said as I stood up, my silent bodyguards (both Alpha hellhounds) waiting for my word.

“That we were,” the female said. “I’m Sarah Biggins. This is my brother Wyatt.”

“Your Grace,” the guy known as Wyatt sneered.

“We’ll cut straight to the chase, Omega. You needed to mate with my late best friend Marissa and accept the fact that you’re nothing but a broodmare for her future female cubs,” Sarah spat. “If you hadn’t had your brothers rat her out and your fucking daddies send her to hell, none of this would be happening.”

I rolled my eyes. “Listen, sister,” I began.

“She’s talking, OMEGA,” Wyatt growled, his eyes glowing Alpha red. “Know your place.”

“Fuck off,” I retorted. “Look, there was no way in all of creation that I was going to let some foul-smelling, pompous, self-absorbed skank hoe of a female Alpha get my V-Card. And even if I was destined to bond with her, there was little chance that she would truly accept the bond. If anything, the WSTD (A/N: Werewolf STD) carrying yutz would sleep with me for one night before rejecting me and having you two and her other supporters beat me to the point of death before she raped me over and over again until I had her cubs. And if they were boys, she would have killed them. If they were girls, she’d take them before having me killed and fed to the rogues. And that alone would have my family come after her and y’all with a bounty for your lives.

I held up my hand to silence them, grabbing some water. “Clear your throat,” Pauly said, nodding in encouragement. “Lubricate. Read them for filth.”

“And if you don’t realize, I have TWELVE sinfully-hot Alpha men who have claimed me as their mate: the Magnificent Eight Alphas from DC and the Sons of Enya- all of them more dedicated and loyal to each other as lovers and friends and to me as their mate than that she-devil would be to me. And not only that, you may or may not have heard that I have a thirteenth and final mate that’s waiting to appear,” I continued, “and he is heaven-sent! So, there was no way I was going to stand by and be bullied into being an unhappy mate to a snooty, bad-tempered, loud-mouthed Alpha female who smelled like old tuna melts, catnip, and rotten flesh. And in case you didn’t know, I am gay. G-A-Y!”

I took a deep breath, swiftly shifting into Amon-Re’s human form. “Now, tell your friends that this is your and their first and last strike,” I boomed, letting my Sun God Wolf’s fury flow through me in my voice. “The next time you try to demean or belittle my legacy...all bets are off.”

I shifted into the gold-and-silver-fur wolf, howling loudly as the customers and workers stopped to kneel before me.

Only Wyatt bowed while Sarah scoffed. “This isn’t over,” she seethed. “You may be the Sun God Wolf, OMEGA, but you’re messing with the wrong kitty.”

With that, she stormed out of the restaurant, not bothering to wait for her now-shook brother who was silent with guilt as I shifted into Amon-Re-’s human form again. “Sorry,” Wyatt said, still kneeling in humble submission. “I feel like such an ass.”

I smirked. “Well, at least you show humility,” I commented. “I meant it, Beta. This is your first and last strike, so tell your sister and her friends to show respect.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” Wyatt murmured, now bolting out of the restaurant like he was a scolded kid who was being robbed of candy while the rest of the diners and workers were applauding like crazy.

“That. Was badass,” Sapphire cried as I took my seat. “I just sent the footage to Dad and Uncle Eurydice and they posted it on Facebook and other social media. You’re a hit!”

“Thanks,” I commented, still focused on the glaring Sarah as she watched from outside. “But this isn’t over just yet. If I know better, Sarah Biggins might be a bigger threat than I thought. Her brother was dealt with easily. But her? She’s still out for revenge.”

“We’ll let your parents know, Your Grace,” one of the bodyguards said. “But we must head back to the palace for your royal lessons.”

I nodded, grabbing my to-go dessert plate. “See you guys later,” I replied, waving goodbye.

I headed outside to greet more supporters, noticing that Wyatt still talking to his sister who looked like she couldn’t care less. “You got a fair warning,” I told her, watching her roll her eyes. “Next time, I won’t play nice.”

I watched the siblings duck into their car as Wyatt gunned the engine and sped away. I headed to the waiting limousine and sighed. “Child, I got the chop. The chop-a-rooni. El Choparillo,” I mumbled, snickering faintly.

What an afternoon. This would call for some Oreos after my lessons.