The Genius Delta

Chapter 19 - Silvercloud

HOLY SHIT!

Many things have blown my mind in my life. Usually, it has been some new discovery I’ve made. But

nothing, and I mean NOTHING, has blown my mind like sex with Persephone Fayte. I was so caught

up in the moment that I forgot a condom. Though saying I forgot a condom implies I have condoms.

I’ve never required them.

I bought a few boxes of condoms once. I bought multiple boxes of different sizes, types, and brands for

an experiment when I was fourteen. Luna Elizabeth, unfortunately, came across my experiment and

had a total meltdown over a minor having condoms. She called it improper and scolded Logan for

‘raising a heathen.’ She didn’t care that I was running scientific experiments.

Logan rolled his eyes and said she should be happy I was learning about safe sex. He also pointed out

that I was in college getting my master’s degree, so the fact that I was doing such a lowbrow

experiment showed that even if I’m a genius, I’m still a kid. Logan was big on the idea that kids should

get to act like kids. I guess that included experiments on condoms. He asked for the results from my

findings and would probably buy stock in the brand I found most effective.

After reviewing my findings with John, they bought the one I deemed the best instead of simply

investing in a brand and then made improvements to the product based on my results. It’s funny to

think about now. That was sort of what gave birth to the eventual founding of Silvercloud Industrial. My

company was born from an experiment on condoms.

But I digress and have lost my train of thought. Not an unusual thing for me to do. Now, where was I?

Right, my negligence in using protection. Even if I had a condom on my person, Persephone climbed

on my dick before I would have had the chance to put one on. And let’s be honest, no matter how many

improvements get made to condoms, a layer of latex will never feel the same or as good as bareback.

I was serious that I was sending a thank you basket to Luna Crista for ensuring my mate had such a

good and lasting form of birth control in place even before she needed it. I have a mental list of all the

apology baskets I need to send, so adding her as a thank-you wasn’t a stretch. It still amazes me how

alike Persephone and I are; she has an apology list too.

I hadn’t wanted to move. I was perfectly content lying in the grass, still buried inside Persephone. But

we both should wash up and get somewhere more private, even if no one often comes near my bunker.

Only a few people even know it’s out here. Its location is a ‘need to know’ thing. Only we ranked

wolves, and the guards of the ranked females know where my bunker is.

Ben Bristow was blown away when he learned of my bunker lab. Born and raised in Bloodmoon, he

never considered I had a secret liar, his word, not mine. It was bittersweet when Ben joined the guards.

It took a whole year after Nigel died in the battle of Mount Adams before we finally selected a new

Gamma guard. Warren would have pulled double duties as long as we needed, but we knew guard

duty was not a one-person job.

Ben’s a nice enough guy, mated with three cute kids. He takes his job of guarding Sybille seriously and Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

is doing his best to fill the irreplaceable shoes of Nigel. It still hurts to think he’s gone, and Holly is on

the other side of the country with their little boy. She hasn’t come back since Logan gave her

permission to leave. We all felt it when she took the oath of Ironfur and returned to her birth pack. It

was like losing Nigel all over again. But I’ve seen pictures of their son, Sammy, and he’s a cute little kid.

He reminds me of photos I’ve seen of Nigel as a kid.

While Persephone went to use the shower, I thought about the guards and wondered who would be

assigned to Persephone. I need to start at least narrowing down my choices. Who do I trust to protect

the most precious person to me? The people I trust most in this world are ranked wolves here in

Bloodmoon and up in Silverclaw. I glanced back at the bathroom door and smiled as I heard her

humming mixed with the running water.

“Dove, pull up a list of mated Bloodmoon warriors. Limit the list to those with gifts that either lend

themselves to physical strength or stealth. Also, limit the list to warriors under the age of forty.” I

outlined my query, knowing Dove should be able to do this from what it told me this morning.

“Generating. Your query may take a few minutes to process.” Dove answered. I nodded, having

assumed as much.

I turned my attention to the bathroom when the sound of water stopped, and her humming became

easier to hear. Shit, she doesn’t have any clothes here. I smacked my forehead and started digging

around in the little plastic dresser Sarael insisted I have since I spend more time in my bunker than at

the packhouse. I managed to find a pair of Bloodmoon tearaway shorts and a tee. They’ll be big on her,

but it’s better than her standing around in a towel or nothing.

‘I think you are confused. The fewer clothes Persephone is wearing, the better.’ Jaci commented.

‘Silence, horny wolf. We just had sex like five minutes ago. Shouldn’t you be sated?’ I rolled my eyes.

‘You stopped me from marking her. I’m not going to be satisfied till our mark is on her neck, so

everyone knows she’s ours.’ Jaci scoffed.

‘Of course, I stopped you. Persephone just started her internship. She doesn’t need to miss a week so

soon. If we mark her beyond what it needs to be with her full consent, it will send her into heat. Not to

mention it will look sus as fuck if we are both out for a week. And that would be a week that Mila could

spread whatever rumors she wants and discredit our brilliant mate in the eyes of her peers.’ I pointed

out.

He had nothing to say to that. He sighed and sat down, knowing he’d lost this battle. He may want to

mark Persephone and complete the bond, but he won’t do it at the risk of her professional reputation.

He knows just as well as I do how much this internship means to our mate. And she earned this spot all

by herself. I won’t let false assumptions of nepotism taint that.

My breath caught in my throat as she stepped out of the bathroom. The steam billowed out around her

like a fog filled with her scent. Her hair was wrapped in a towel while a second towel wrapped around

her body, hitting slightly above midthigh, and I currently envy the part of the towel that was tucked

between her breasts. She smirked, green eyes dancing with amusement as she raised an eyebrow.

“Get dressed, átawit.” I smiled, coming back to my senses. She needs to put clothes on before I rip that

towel off and do something I didn’t earlier… taste her.

“What does that word mean?” Persephone asked as she quickly dressed.

“It’s Yakama, my mother’s native language. It means love.” I explained. “Now come on, I’ll explain what

I know about Dove. After it finishes the query I gave, we can figure out what I don’t know.” I offered as I

took her hand.

I’m not sure where calling her átawit came from. While I still know the indigenous language of my

mother’s people, I haven’t used it since I was a boy. Her smile and soft blush indicate it was the right

call. This is what the mate bond has done to me. I’m not one of those nitwits using a pet name for my

mate. If I start to lose IQ points, I will not be happy.

“What do you have it querying?” She asked as I led her back to the workstation.

“I’m narrowing down the possible choices for Delta guards,” I explained, gesturing to the monitors that

Dove had wireless connected to. Each monitor quickly sorted through multiple pack profiles seeking

only those that met my criteria.

“Delta guards?” Persephone furrowed her brow.

“I’m not sure how things are done in the Sicilian packs. In Bloodmoon, we have plenty of enemies, so

every ranked female is assigned two guards. David and Mikali are Aurelia’s guards, Colby and Azriel

are assigned to Sarael, and Warren and Ben are assigned to Sybille. They mostly drive them to their

meetings and events.” I explained.

“Yeah, we don’t have that nonsense. In the Sicilian packs, our females don’t need protection. A guard

would be more useful protecting others from our ranked wolves.” Persephone scoffed. “Crista turned a

guy in a parking lot stain. Izzy can turn anyone and things to stone. And the Incubi Gamma and Delta

females are no slouches here. And don’t get me started in Nebrodi.”

“I think you’re misinterpreting their role. Trust me. No one would ever think one of our ranked females is

weak. Before becoming our Luna, Aurelia killed two of our greatest enemies. Sarael may have a

powerful new moon wolf, but wolf or not, she was a trained Adio hunter. Only a fool would discredit her.

And Sybille can easily protect herself with her gift and in general.” I explained.

“So please don’t think assigning guards is me dismissing your ability to protect yourself,” I assured. “I

did my homework on you before we even met. I know what your wolf can do, and I know you weren’t a

slouch in a fight even before your first shift.”

“As long as we are clear. So why do you only give the guards to the she-wolves?” Persephone folded

her arms, waiting for an explanation.

“The guards assigned to our she-wolves are more inclined in stealth. They are there to identify and

eliminate any potential threats before they even get near you. Their job is to provide support in

whatever way is necessary, be it in a physical fight or a meeting with sub betas.” I tried to explain.

“Hmm… okay, I can see how that makes sense.” Persephone conceded.

“Query complete. Six potential candidates identified.” Dove announced as a different profile popped up

on each of the monitors.

“Let’s see who I may have to deal with following me around.” Persephone sighed, leaning her elbows

on the workstation, chin in her hands as she read over the six profiles.

“Riordan McNamara, Finnian Ó Corraidhín, Fion Tracey, Justin Gardner, Sebastian Crane, and Rohan

Rock. Three born from Aurelia’s birth pack and three native Bloodmoon members.” I nodded as I

looked at the profiles, weighing what they said against what I could remember personally.