The Sun God Diaries

“No fucking way.”

That was the first thing that left Floriana’s mouth as the Alpha female apparent and her brother continued to gawk at the masculine son of Sorunos after I introduced him to her, Carson, the Joneslake cousins, Mia, Persephone, Pauly, and Charissa on Sunday brunch after telling them about the events from my fourth date with Veronique. “No fucking way in hell, Malachi.”

“Uh, sis?” Carson said uneasily as he continued to give the sleek and domineering demigod, looking like a sex god incarnate in only jeans and a red T-shirt that hugged his chest and abs like a glove. “This is our royal best friend that we’re talking about. And you ought to know that when he’s related to the Moon Goddess, then you know damn fucking well that anything and EVERYTHING can AND will happen.”

“Hot damn,” Mia whistled, sneaking pictures on her phone to send to her family. “Mom, Aunt Arianna, and even Grandma wouldn’t believe this right now.”

“What I want to know is if this Bodum hunk-” Persephone began.

Sorunos cut her off. “Call me ‘Ollie,’ Miss Draper-Suarez,” he replied formally. “We’re all friends nowadays.”

“Yeah...no we can’t go formal since your daddy is the flaming and raging son of power and speed,” Travis breathed. “And you know that we know that you are too damn sexy for calling you ‘Ollie.’ So we’ll be formal-for now.”

“Ditto,” replied Sapphire, biting into the homemade lunch that Uncle Topaz bought for her. To me, “Malachi, you haven’t been tricked into giving any of those gods and demigods any potion? Or did you get the cologne mixed up for the potion? Because I want to have a guy of my own who can work that!”

The son of Sorunos grinned widely, his nearly-blinding light dimming my friends’ vision briefly. “Well, my lady, I knew that I felt Malachi’s bond with his other mates the moment I saw him swim with that Alpha vampire and Alpha merman,” he commented. “I was still hoping to find a forever love to call my own just like father did before he gave up. And when the Moon Goddess told me about Her great-grandson and his legacy as the Moon Wolf Prince and Sun God Wolf King, then I knew that I had to meet him and make sure that he is properly courted.”

Persephone gave him a quizzical glance. “So, what are your plans to woo our friend into feeling the bond between you two.”

That was a good question as I saw a few of the customers and even the workers had their eyes on the sinfully-handsome male demigod. But he didn’t look deterred or intimidated. “That’s for him and me to know and for him to tell you,” Olodom commented, “but let’s just say that I’m a sucker for artists.”

That made my heart skip beats as I remembered that I loved to draw in my spare time while keeping my finished projects away from my brothers to avoid more teasing.

“Well,” drawled Charissa, “then you should already know about Malachi’s pet peeves regarding his secret stash of snacks being pilfered or his favorite garden being trashed. Malachi doesn’t play regarding his junk food trove or his sacred garden of fruits and veggies. So don’t blame us if you get a nasty prank coming your way.”

Olodom only grinned wider and wider, blowing me a kiss in his direction. “Then if my baby wants me to respect his treasures, then I shall show restraint, but only if he lets me have some sugary and gluttonous passions to share with our other mates,” he replied.

Pauly rolled his eyes with the other men while the ladies and male Omegas were blown away, cackling and cat-calling.

“Damn,” Pauly moaned, hitting the diner table with his head as he slumped in his seat next to me. “Malachi, you’re my best friend and all. But where the fuck do you get your love potion from? Bloomingdales? Macy’s? Neiman’s?!”

I only shrugged as our food arrived. “Hey, just call me lucky,” I deadpanned.

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Later that evening, there was much more to celebrate while preparations for the annual Autumn Formal masquerade gala were beginning to take form with the maids and butlers now cleaning everything from top to bottom as Dad and I were chatting away with another event planner (a statuesque female Beta were-bear) about the theme (Met Gala, like my birthday celebrations), the guest lists (who’s who of the supernatural world and various celebrities EXCEPT the Langleys that made a faux-pas at Dad’s birthday celebrations years back), food (a spread that is catered with various caterers of color and food trucks) and more. “Looks like everything is coming up together,” the planner replied, brushing her short blonde bob back after writing down the last of the preliminary notes. “Your Graces, it’s an honor to be helping y’all plan another celebratory Autumn Formal that’s the toast of the town since the kids were born.”

Dad smiled faintly, accepting a cup of tea from Mrs. Yanez. “I want to make sure that nothing goes wrong,” he replied, “especially with Malachi being the Sun God Wolf King and a few threats that are still unseen.”

The event planner nodded. “Of course,” she replied. “My pack in Colorado Springs is keeping watch themselves and the Alphas have already contacted me about the situation beforehand. Rest assured that the guards and hired police officers will be checking the perimeters of the palace.”

“Thank you,” Gavin and Alain said in unison as they, Gabe, and Mike came into the room with the Booker twins, Kaden and Clayton, and Mariah following behind them.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Gavin beamed with pride. “IT looks like four of the young Alphas to be will be announcing their plans to marry,” he proclaimed. “Kaden and Clayton proposed to Mariah at the opera yesterday. Gabe and Mike did the same.”

I gasped happily, standing up to hug all of my brothers before making a beeline for their engaged mates. “Congratulations,” I cheered. “Does the others know?”

Mike nodded. “I called Phillippe and Claude earlier as they were at the movies with Tomeka,” he replied. “Those two are making plans for an engagement later next month. Same with Taylor and Terrell for Destiny. Abaddon and Azrael, however, are still taking things slow with Addison and Alyssa.”

“Maybe they need a bit more time to court the girls properly,” I suggested. “They still want to make the girls happy with the perfect dates.”

Alain snorted. “They’re way behind with your mates, Kai,” he drawled. “Those two need to up their game. I don’t suppose you can do some magic with-”

“Sir,” breathed a frantic maid who breezed in with another envelope. “This came for Malachi. The guards tried to catch the messenger, but the person slipped away.”

I tentatively took the envelope, breaking the seal and beginning to read.

Eight mates were bad enough, Your Grace.

Especially when those eight rightfully belong to me.

But now you have THIRTEEN male mates?! FAGGOT!!!

We’ll meet soon, Malachi DuBauer, so I can tell you face to face:

LEAVE MY MAGNIFICENT EIGHT MATES ALONE!

In fact, let me have all thirteen mates for myself and you find someone else.

Last chance, you stupid little shit! LEAVE MY MATES ALONE!

AND DITCH THE SONS OF ENYA AND OLODOM!!!

THEY’RE NOT YOURS, BUT MINE! M-I-N-E!!! MINE!!!

With significant HATRED for a faggoty legend as yourself,

-Alyssa Cunningham.

Gavin and Alain growled with my brothers, all the Alphas )including the female event planner now angry with eyes glowing red.

I rolled my eyes. “And just when I thought I forgot all about them and hoped that this bitch would move on,” I grumbled, turning to Dad as he and their mates comforted their mates. “Dad, what now?”

Dad gave me a firm look. “You prepare for the inevitable,” was all he said. “Tell your mates about the letter and do the same for the Queens of the Supernatural.”

I nodded, immediately dialing Damien’s number. Boy, they aren’t going to be happy to hear this!

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Third-Person POV

Outside in the dark shadows of the royal forests that were used for the DuBauers to run and shift into their animals, Alyssa Cunningham- dressed in all-black camouflage returned to the anxious Howell brothers. “Misson complete,” she whispered. “That brat ought to be reading the message by now.”

“Good,” Ryker purred happily. “It won’t be long now.”

Dawson remained silent, knowing that the blue-haired djinn was watching his every move and was planning to report everything to the gods and goddesses. And if he played his cards right, he would soon make his defection at the ball. “Let’s leave,” he said quietly, noticing how some were-hawks were watching in the now-darkening skies above them. “We can’t blow our cover.”

“Right,” Alyssa agreed. “Two more weeks until the ball, and then...we make ourselves known.”

“I can’t wait,” Ryker cheered softly as he shifted into his black wolf and Alyssa into a wasp before they departed.

Dawson turned to his right. “Report the gods and goddesses, Thebes,” he murmured. “In three weeks, I’ll be making my defection known.”

“Very well, Alpha boy,” the effeminate voice of the blue djinn replied. “Leave everything to Her. Trust in Her plan. Trust yourself.”

Dawson nodded before he shifted into his wolf and caught up with the others.

And as soon as the trio were out of earshot, Thebes appeared in a cloud of dust. “And I thought that I watched everything on all those soap operas Vinitra likes,” he muttered, swatting away a nearby fly. “But all will be made known at the gala soon. And once Dawson defects...well, we’ll see who will soon see the light next while the last one will be stubborn.”

He snapped his fingers and swiftly disappeared as the half-moon in the twilight sky shone bright, the eyes of the Moon Goddess watching all of her children and reflecting the sun and all that’s been said and done in the day.