The Sun God Diaries

“Sonreir, Chico. Smile,” Firella told me as she, Chai, Renatha, and Divinity was accompanying me at the local spa and salon the following morning- the day of the long-awaited Autumn Formal masquerade ball that I would not be appearing. “I know that today was when you’re supposed to turn the ball and show those Beta haters that you could hold your own, but you being out of the spotlight could be a blessing in disguise. And besides, Mary, those three stooges that tried to threaten your family were more than likely going to be there just to get a rise out of you and throw a lot of unnecessary shade to make you look like the bad guy.”

“Mm-hmm,” commented Chai as we arrived at the salon, the workers greeted us on sight as we were led to the waiting room and were gifted with glasses of champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries. “And that alone could prove those nasty paparazzi that want to make you look like a fuck-up to boost their sales that you’re not worthy of being the Moon Wolf Prince AND the Sun God Wolf King.”

“I know that,” I replied, accepting a glass of nonalcoholic sparkling cider from a passing worker. “It’s just that today was when the guys promised me something to assure that our mating bond wouldn’t be broken after we talked yesterday.”

“I heard about that,” Divinity commented. “Your dad and I talked, him telling me everything that you told the guys, even going as far as threatening them about you doing them bodily harm if they did break the mating bond and leave you for that skank bitch Cunningham. If I was you, I’d add in permanent neutering and take away all their riches so they would be known as total pariahs and not be eligible to marry.”

“He should have,” Renatha replied curtly. “Malachi is way more worthy to have many Alphas fall for him in a heartbeat and anyone who dared to break his heart is an idiot who needs to have his head checked. Alyssa Victoire is a shameless cunt who’s laced with so many supernatural STDs and has no class. Malachi has self-respect and a lot of royal and home training to keep himself grounded and in check. All Omegas want to be like him and all Alphas want him in their beds. People would literally duel to the death to either make him theirs or live a day in his shoes while steering clear of Cunningham the Slut at all costs. All in all, Cunt-ingham is a big fat zero. Malachi’s a ten-out-of-ten, fifty-star, twenty-diamond Omega. And if his destined mates know what’s good for them, they better not break that mating bond, not after what we plan to do for Malachi.”

“And that is?” I asked.

Firella gave me a wide cat-eating grin, her eyes full of wicked glee. “Henny, it’s time to get out that freakum tuxedo and make the Unholy Trinity see who is really the fairest of them all,” she replied.

“Wait a minute, I thought that I had to stay out of sight,” I said, my eyes full of confusion. “And Dad said that I was to have a private party for some of the visiting male and female Lunas and Omegas.”

“That’s true,” Chai replied. “But the Moon Goddess Herself has commissioned us- the Queens of the Supernatural- to help you out tonight. And She has a honey of a plan to ensure that you, Malachi DuBauer, would have the last stand and the last word. Your heart is pure and you have the grace. But you need to look good to match your body and face. Do you trust us?”

I nodded.

“Do you trust in Her plan?” Renatha asked.

I nodded.

“Do you trust yourself?” Divinity asked.

I nodded. “I trust Her, you guys, my family, mates, friends, and myself,” I replied firmly, “with all my heart and soul.”

“That’s all we ask,” Firella replied as she clapped her hands. “Now, let’s get to work.”

And for two hours, the time spent at the mall was used wisely to not only make sure that I was well-groomed (clipped, cut, styled, waxed, trimmed, anointed, and polished) into perfection but also upgraded my wardrobe with the latest fashions (alongside the unleashed looks from the tailor shops) from Bloomingdales, Neiman-Marcus, Macy’s, and Saks Fifth Avenue. A trip to the spa ensured that all my worries were massaged, scrubbed, exfoliated, purified, and even poured out from my pores.

It was amazing how the hands of the Swedes could do wonders on a tensed-up body.

After lunch at a salad bar, it was time to head back to the palace and prepare for my private party that was located at a smaller ballroom that was adjacent to the main one (with the same theme, but with a classier and more intimate feel with jazz music and light meals), and I could only imagine how tonight was going to pan out.

And it was a good thing that I still had my Venetian-themed Armani tuxedo in deep violet and white with my accompanied sequined Venetian mask. Because tonight was when I was going to feel myself and show the world that I was not going to be denied or pushed around.

And thanks to the Queens (they were also going to be at my party with my Omega and female-hunter friends alongside Mrs. Yanez and Dad), I was going to unleash my inner Yonce and slay the game.

Fe-fi, fo-fum. Look out, Cunningham. Here I come.

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“Thank you so much for coming,” I gushed at a red-headed male Luna merman from Panama City, Florida as we hugged and shook hands. “I do hope you’ll have a grand time tonight.”

“Well, I wouldn’t miss seeing you, Your Grace,” the male Luna replied eagerly, taking a look around in the small yet tastefully decorated ballroom that was full with the other Lunas and Omegas that were enjoying themselves as Beyonce played in the stereo. “Especially after what happened not too long ago. I knew that nothing would keep you down.”

We laughed before I continued to make my rounds towards the other guests. The Omegas and Lunas of all ages and species were mingling and making plans for lunch dates and runs. A few celebrities and politicians were also in attendance alongside the members of the Supernatual Council- Mrs. Mauzey (Zechariah’s aunt) also in attendance as she shared some words of wisdom and encouragement.

“The party is a hit, Malachi,” Dad told me after I finished chatting with a Brazilian water nymph. “It’s amazing how the maids managed to get everything together and made sure that you weren’t feeling left out.”

I nodded. “Well, today was prime to make sure that I let no one deter me from having a good time,” I replied, turning to the direction of the entryway as I saw...them. “And here they are, just in time.”

Dad turned around, frowning deeply as we saw a scantily-clad Alyssa Cunningham waltz into the small ballroom with the black-clad Howell Alpha twins following behind her as the other guests parted and murmured in amazement and malice at her brazen and shameless demeanor. “Well, well,” the shameless phoenix drawled sarcastically. “Looks like a good party, Your Grace. But I was expecting to see you with the hot studs at the main ballroom so I can hear you reject them and finally accept Dawson and Howell as your replacement mates.”

“Why are you here?” Dad said, narrowing his eyes in anger.

“We’re here for our mate,” Ryker (now sporting an arm sling) replied, sneering at Dad with arrogance laced in his eyes. “And besides, Your Majesty, my brother and I can be better in-laws than those thirteen boys will ever be.”

I looked at Dawson, who looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here. I really couldn’t blame him, but I wasn’t going to trust him yet. If anything, he might agree with Ryker.

“Bitch,” hissed Firella as she and the other Queens came to my side while a few of the guards were at the ready. “You look like you’re a reject for the Playboy mansion.”

Alyssa scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” she jeered. To me, “Well, Malachi? I don’t have all day. Get those thirteen sex gods in here and kindly reject them so I can be their wife.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

All eyes whirled around to see my thirteen mates (all dressed in identical blue-and-black tuxedoes) storm inside and make a beeline to the middle of the room where the standoff was taken place as Damien, Galen, and Olodom led the way with the others following behind them and my fathers and brothers coming to Dad’s side.

“Ah,” crooned Alyssa, her eyes lit with excitement at the sight of the handsome men. “My dream is coming true. So, Damien St. Matthews, are you going to finally do the honors and ditch the ratty brat?”

“Watch it,” barked Gavin, his eyes glowing Alpha red as my other fathers and brothers echoed in agreement.

Galen smirked. “Even better,” he replied, nodding at Olodom who took out a familiar robin’s-egg-blue box.

My eyes went wide. “Holy...” I murmured.

Olodom got on one knee, revealing an elegant engagement ring- a silver band with an emerald-cut diamond with surrounding baguettes. “Will you make us the happiest men alive and marry us?” he asked. “Will you...Malachi DuBauer?”

“WHAT?!” screamed Alyssa, her face now thunderstruck with rage.

“What?!” Ryker boomed angrily.

“What?!” Renatha and Firella exclaimed.

“DAMN!!!” Abaddon and Azrael yelled.

“Yes!!” I exclaimed. “Yes, I will!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!!!” Ryker and Alyssa exclaimed fury lit in their eyes.

“I knew it,” Dawson muttered.

All eyes turned on him. Wait, what?