The Sun God Diaries

After everyone helped themselves to some pizza (and some snacks from my stash brought in by a few of the guards), it was time to get down to work. “All right, Malachi,” Cunningham said as Oliver was handing out black binders to all of the Lunas (he was obviously eating out of her hand after she met the Lunas earlier) while she took to the middle of the room. “All of the Lunas from Sigma Chi Gamma have sat down with your friends, the Queens, and myself while everyone else was running around with their heads cut off and dealing with your kidnapping. And since we knew that you’re going to be rescued, all we had to do was think about planning your wedding and coronation.”

I nodded just as I saw the heavenly lights that formed into Enya, Seraphina, Aurora, Vinzera, and Vinitra. “Your Graces,” we all breathed as we rose to bow and curtsey.

“At ease,” said the goddess of the vampires. “We’re here to have a hand with the planning for Malachi’s big day.”

“Of course,” Cunningham cheered as Oliver handed the goddesses their binders that held the notes. “And make sure the Moon Goddess knows as well.”

“We will,” Aurora replied. “What is the theme for the wedding, my dear?”

Cunningham grinned widely as my in-laws-to-be arrived and they received their notes. “Category is: Met Gala Realness for both ceremonies,” she replied as everyone opened their notes. “Malachi, when your birthday arrived, your theme was of the the Met Gala ceremonies, right?”

I nodded. “I always wanted to attend the ceremonies if it wasn’t for the school year,” I replied.

“Well, we talked to the folks at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and they offered to make this gala a part of your big day,” Tomeka commented, accepting some veggie lover’s pizza and a bottle of tea. “And we’ve collaborated with the people from Vogue, Cosmo, and even Elle- the original and supernatual branches to ensure that everything goes to plan.”

“Family and friends, various packs, and selected celebrities and the Met Gala directors are invited- and you’re welcome, by the way. The Langleys of Seattle will NOT be invited after their stint on Carson’s birthday, however. They’ve been blackballed for life,” Mariah replied as everyone hissed angrily at the mention of the disgraced family of alcoholics and druggies. “The ceremonies are set for after New Year’s Day at St. Catherine’s Cathedral. And for the reception, that’ll be held here at the palace grounds- but no one will be hunting or shifting since no one wants to see us in the buff while they’re eating salads or chickens.”

“We got plenty of caterers on hand to plan the menu and we got food trucks on hand for the street party that’ll be set up for the general population of Denver,” Evan noted. “The wedding cake is a lemon sponge with a cherry-infused frosting. Regan and I tasted with our mates and we loved it.”

“Media coverage will be handled by various stations in Colorado and the media corporation,” Travis added. “And you know my uncle Topaz will be covering the show on his radio show with Sapphire and me joining him. Your mates’ tuxedoes will be ready by Christmas and yours will be done before New Year’s Eve. I have this vision of you wearing-”

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted. “How did you guys get all of this done?”

Floriana smirked. “It’s amazing what we can do as a team,” she replied. “And not only that, you know that my mom, Aunt Valentina, and all the female matriarchs from the hunter dynasties want to pitch in.”

Aunt Ciara nodded as she and the other godmothers came inside with Yesenia and Dad followed suit. “And you know we love to plan the best wedding ever.”

“I’ll drink to that,” crowed Firella. To me, “And Travis was about to say, Malachi, he had this vision of you wearing Dior, but the fashion house has another commitment with the princess of Bangladesh. We managed to get Armani on board with your tux and our groomsmaid dresses.”

Amerie came to my side with another side of pizza. “Now your mates told us to not stress you out, but we have only a few lists for you to verify,” she said. “And they’re blissfully short since we managed to purloin your fathers’ credit cards as well as your mates and their fathers’.”

It took only an hour to verify everything, but it felt like two days passed since the lists seemed like they were two versions of the Declaration of Independence. Chai made sure that I was kept fed and relaxed and we managed to get it all done with Renatha vowing to get all the male Alphas and male warriors to do the heavy lifting for me.

I didn’t care if they were planning to ship in barrels of diamonds or have me riding in a spaceship. I just wanted to relax.

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One week after that, my pregnancy was in full force and I was a cranky-ass bitch from hell.

My brothers were tiptoeing around me, but they weren’t safe from my bouts of anger and emotional rants.

It felt like nothing had fit me anymore and all I could wear was various sweatpants and hoodies. I was feeling fat one day and too skinny the next.

Other than my mates and the Lunas, I wanted to see no one unless it was an emergency.

And it was good that the Lunas of Sigma Chi (all of them arriving from all over the world with most of them staying in the guest rooms in the central part of the palace) were on hand since most of them were also expecting. That way, we could keep our mates in line.

And speaking of mates...

I was one lucky bastard and I had chosen very well.

All thirteen studs were well-built sex-gods that I planned to keep by my side and be their lover and husbands until the end of time. Of course, I could easily break them with some magic (a lightning bolt or have them suspended in the air) if they plan to get fresh. And if all else fails, I can easily make them eunuchs.

You can tell that I was one lucky bitch, folks. And I was never going to let them go.

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The nursery for my four boys was ready and it was also going to be their bedroom until they had turned four. And I had everything set up in the way I wanted- the walls painted deep blue and gold, the changing stations loaded with all the necessities, the cribs neatly arranged each with a stuffed animal, clothes all put away, and the windows tinted so no one would dare break in and ruin their peace.

I was lying down on a nearby sofa bed (installed in case I wanted to sit in and be by my children) as Dominique with the room nice and toasty. It felt so peaceful like I was in my own world and I wanted nothing but-

“Malachi!”

I snapped open my eyes, my claws out and eyes glowing brightly until I saw Galen, Cyler, and Yavier standing at the door. I hissed before letting myself shift back to my normal form. “Do not disturb me,” I said lowly. “I’m trying to relax and be surrounded by the imminent love of our children.”

Yavier’s face softened. “Ah, mi amorcito,” he breathed. “You’re nesting. You’re getting yourself ready for their arrival. I should’ve guessed.”

“We should’ve guessed,” Cyler clarified, coming over to wrap his arms around my waist. “We’re so sorry, love. You just look so helpless and we didn’t know if you were-”

“I’m fine,” I cut him off. “I was simply in my zone, or do you not think that I deserve to be alone for a while to catch my rhyme?”

Cyler’s face went pale. “You do deserve some time-”

“We just want you safe,” Galen added. “You look so delicious right now and all I want to do is wrap your chubby little waist and-”

All I heard was “chubby” as if he was telling me that I was fat. I hissed, snapping my fingers and sending him flying out of the room. “Never, EVER call me fat again!” I bellowed.

“You’re not fat, amorcito,” Yavier said, fear lighting in his eyes. “I’ll get you something to eat right now. McDonald’s? Pizza? Tacos?”

“Subway,” I barked. “All-American club with the works- double meat- and extra veggies on Italian herbs and cheese! Get two of them and get chocolate chip cookies and chips!”

“You heard my brother-in-law! Move out!” shouted the voice of Regan and Evan as they came over with Gabe and Mike following behind them with bags of Krystal on hand. To a staggering Galen, “Run his bath!”

“Yes, sir,” the Gorgon said as he and his brother hurriedly raced to my bedroom.

I smiled as I accepted a bag of cheese Krystals from Mike. “It’s a blessing to have pregnancy hormones,” I said happily.

“We bet,” Gabe said.

“Always,” Mike piped up, leading me back to the sofa bed as we enjoyed our feasts- Mike and Gabe were allotted three Krystals each since they were always saintly.

Being a pregnant royal has benefits. And I was going to enjoy every second of it!