The Genius Delta novel Chapter 23

A tiny, like a planck worth, part of me feels sorry for Hana. She’s turned sixteen and had hopes that someone in the pack would be her mate. In the end, none were, and some even found their mates within the pack. So it’s an emotional time for her, but that’s not an excuse to be a rude little shit.

Persephone is the Delta female of Bloodmoon. Okay, she isn’t yet, but she will be after I mark her and she takes her oath. Technicalities aside, as the Princess of this pack, Hana should be treating Persephone with more respect than she has. She was probably nicer to her before finding out we were mates, which is a problem.

Hana cannot simply treat someone rudely just because of who their mate is, especially when that person is going to be a ranked member of the pack on top of being the sibling of an allied pack’s Luna. She knows better but is choosing to be a child. I’m glad she’s leaving today.

She’ll be gone all summer, and while the gatherings will most likely be a bust, she can use that time to come to terms with reality. I have a mate, and nothing will ever change that. John having a human as a mate gave her hope. It was false hope because humans being fated to a werewolf is a one-in-a-million chance. When she returns, most likely empty-handed, I hope she doesn’t take it out on others who have found their mates.

I wish Persephone had agreed to work remotely. Not simply because it would mean we could get away with more physical contact. But if we aren’t at the office, we don’t have to deal with that Demonclaw girl. I sighed as I entered my room and spotted my phone on the charging dock. I need to text Shikoba and get things in place at the office to nip this Demonclaw shit in the bud. I also want to find out more about Rohan.

I sent Shikoba a quick text instructing her to limit all intern access to shared spaces and the floors relevant to their division. I also asked her to bring up the company file for Rohan Rock. I need to find out why Dove put him on Persephone’s list of potential guards. I was clear when I stated mated warriors. I tossed my phone on the bed, took a quick shower, and went about getting ready to go into the office. By the time I was prepared to grab breakfast and leave, I had missed texts from Shikoba.

Shikoba: You realize that if I limit the intern access, including your f-buddy.

Shikoba: Rohan Rock is a transfer in our security department. He worked for Kinsley until a month ago. John approved his transfer, citing that additional security would be necessary with our incoming interns.

Shikoba: Are you ever going to explain what’s going on with your intern adequately? I need something concrete to provide to HR.

Shikoba: yes, HR. I’m sure you didn’t even consider the ramifications of you having an interoffice relationship.

Shikoba: You’re lucky I know the company policies, that relationships are okay if HR is notified, and that there isn’t any misuse of authority. Thankfully HR only knows you as Jonny Weaver and, therefore, someone who’d have no real say or power over an intern or anyone.

I frowned as I exited my room. John transferred Rohan to my company. I’ll have to ask him his reasons. Maybe he felt we needed someone from the pack in my office security in preparation for Persephone being an intern. Other than him being unmated, which unsettles Jaci and me, it’s sound logic.

“Everything okay, Jonathan?” Persephone’s voice made me look up from my phone.

I could have tried to dress professionally, but that’s just not me. I dress professionally when I have to attend pack meetings as the Delta. But at my office, I’m just Jonny Weaver. Once again, she makes me look like a slob, and I even put on clean jeans that aren’t stained or ripped with a geeky black shirt Kurt got me for Christmas that in white says “Stand Back I’m Going To Try Science” with a stick figure holding a beaker in one hand and a calculator in the other.

Persephone, however, was looking to drive me crazy today. Today she’s wearing black kitten heels, a black a-line knee-length skirt, and a teal sleeveless blouse that cinched at her waist and had an angled ruffle on the left. I don’t pretend to understand fashion, let alone women’s. Everything she’s wearing makes me want to drag her into my bedroom and rip the outfit off her.

“Jonathan?” Persephone snapped her fingers in my face. “Wake up and stop picturing me naked.” She rolled her eyes.

“Can’t help it. Do you seriously want to go into the office? Yesterday not touching was hard, and yes, that’s an intended pun. But now all I’m going to be thinking about is yanking that skirt up and fucking you.” I sighed as I rubbed a hand over my face.