Chapter 53

Tyson
Samira is dangerous…. I was actually a little worried I’d hurt her for real when I thought of the belt… and Surprised that she’d go along with it….
The office was cleaned, and we both got knowing looks since the damn door opened on its own. I think that was *my* doing… I remember reaching, just grabbing anything but her because she felt so good.
I was holding her, but I still reached… and grabbed hold of it? Maybe?
I found out today that she’s as much of a deceptively deviant little shit as me, and that’s saying something.
I was in just shift shorts, but I decided since I did actually have an agenda to do, that it was best to *actually* do it. Unlike my other siblings and family, as king if I let up even one day, I’m behind by quite a bit. There was the budget, I had to either pull 20 million out my ass, or out of pocket for the new prison that Kaiden proposed.
I denied it at first to be an ass, and also so no one says I just do whatever because a relative asked, but the idea was actually solid. With the new regulations Harmony made, humans are protected more than ever. And with mine, humans who are innocent and can’t go home will basically live in condos on an entirely new level made for them.
And you can’t just tear Horizon down. Where would all those prisoners who *Do* belong there go?
Creatures of all races are housed there, including humans who’d done nothing wrong other than be at the wrong place and time.
I mulled over the plans while Samira dealt with the new pack member. It was state of the art, with Wifi for those who are trustworthy. The behaved Rogues will as well. It will be a condo but without the kitchen. They will have a communal shower, though it will be styled like a walk-in without a tub. It’ll be 6 rooms, 2 bath per condo unit.
I texted Wix for what I wanted next. They will have the ability to buy our electronics, with social media and pictures disabled for obvious reasons. If they want to try WeTube, I’ll allow it, but they won’t be able to make profiles.
Wix already has this technology, and he’s charging 5 more million.
Fuck me.
I put my hand to my forehead and kept typing.
No goblin Jerry-rigged horse shit. They *can’t* go home, and they became our responsibility to *care* for, so they should have peace. The pseudo-apartments grandpa already made were nice, but that place was made or renovated last in the early 1900’s, I think 1902 or something. The building is starting to show its age, the other reason for the application.
It was clean but incredibly basic, and the innocents had to share the yard with real felons. Not at the same time, but it isn’t fair that they’re restricted outside because the Rogues housed by CharredMoon are absolutely awful.
The only reason why I have not behead them all, is because they are not *here*. They are not mine to punish, and they should thank grandmother than I’m not.
Fuck it. I’ll just buy it my damn self and he can pay me back later, or owe me one.
…. The favor would be better… I *know* I’m getting Samira pregnant the way I *fuck* that little unicorn so hard and raw-
“Tyson.” She said sweetly.
“Yes, little mate?” I asked glad she doesn’t hear me. It’s because she’s only mortal.
“How do you take a Rouge out the system.” She asked. One sat in front of us with Ulissa, her mate. He was a scruffy shifter, also in shorts. He ran from Jabari the second he saw him. He’s just a normal, dark gray werewolf, and I could tell by his wolf’s silver eyes that even just sitting here was taxing.
Silver is the lowest color. It’s pretty, but the goddess usually gives coin silver eyes to those she gives little to, because they are little wolves. It’s personally my favorite eye color, because it does remind me of the coin… Grandma Eclipse gave me that preference, I think.
“Oh, the new way’s simpler. You can either right click, or drag it out the trash icon folder.” I said showing her how. “Want a job kid?” I asked.
“Yes sir!” he said sitting up, surprised I’d welcome him so fast.
“Same day next month. You’re going to assist my Omegas.”
It was a good thing Ulissa did decide to ride with the delivery unit, or else Shakira would have ripped him apart. Ivan was scrappy, and weak, but he should be a fine addition to the staff. Since he’s marked by one of my staff, I figure no one would have issue with mates working together. We do still need about 9 more servants, well 8.
He’ll be the first werewolf shifter to be on the Omega crew, specifically any manual labor that they need. I also figure they’ll run him ragged if I don’t make the other 8 shifters too. They hate to ask the guards, even though they don’t mind.
Even I’ve lifted a box here or picked up a marble table for them… There’s also the fact that some of the Warriors, many of them, are mated to the staff… I suppose their children who have powers, but aren’t strong enough to join the Royal Guard could fill this void. I could have a few of them on staff at all times, that my Omega’s lives are easier….
“Thank you sir.” He bowed his head low.
“I made you the youngest wolf *ever* hired by any King that I know of. Don’t fuck it up.” I said looking at his file. He was 22, incredibly young… Younger than Ulissa; barely an adult for fuck’s sake.
“You have my word.” He bowed meaning it, but not fully understanding what he’d done.
I let him see the full glow of my flaming flicker, horns, and eyes. I looked into his soul, and his deep gray wolf cowered at the sight of me. Noodle knew… gods that name was actually silly… I see why grandma named him that though. She made the legs too long.
No… his father’s a ‘normal’ appearing, hybrid maned wolf… That’s kind of neat. I don’t think I’ve seen a full blooded one yet… or any. They’re rare up here.
I could see Noodle being made fun of; they used to call him ‘deer-dog’… I understood why he left PearlMoon of the Washerton State side of Grandia, and just ran east until he accidently found us.
“You gave me your word, but know should you break it, I can break more than your spine.” I said leaning back and but unable to turn my powers off… “Go enjoy your honeymoon. Take the month off, paid of course.” I smiled, though I doubt it would be seen as ‘friendly’.
It actually took effort to fix it, and that alerted me.
I won’t fuck with my powers again. It appears I am not stable.
They left, and my mate’s hand caressed mine. “Are you alright?” She asked.
A book fell off the shelf, and kind of floated there.
“I was going to say I *was* but not *now*.” I mumbled…
I opened the door with my fiendish desires… The book came to me with my outstretched hand.
“Alright… I can move things… that’s normal right.” I tried for a random potted plant. The fern was fine until the moment my claws touched the pot, then it fucking died. Blue whisps left the small plant, and its leaves shriveled to brown husks before it decayed... I reaped it…
I fucking reaped a potted plant….
Samira wasn’t touching me then… thank the gods. It didn’t stop us from squealing about it though. My initial surprise made it *worse*.
So much worse.
“AH!” She screamed and I did too.
“What the Fuck! Ugh it’s on my shorts!” It was slime, then powder in my hands… Then it caught fire.
And a portal opened up, and sucked the embers away…
“I heard a commotion sire!” Said Shakira, hesitantly knocking on the open door. “Who made you pissed enough to breathe hellfire? Do I need to break an arm?”
It did smell like that from the portal, but I’d share this with her.
“I kill living things with my touch. Great. Thanks hands.” I said sarcastically. “Don’t tell the council. Only we three know. For now, let it be.”
If Kaizen were here, he’d probably make a low hanging fruit joke about not wanking or something. I audibly groaned… I’m not letting him ever find out.
She bowed. “Of course, sire… I think once they do, they will plot in fear.”
“I know. For now, I’ll keep them alive. They are useful.” I said dismissively, but maybe that was a little too cold for a mortal? She might think I *want* to kill them, and then have to scramble to find wolves that old, or able to lead that WELL. As corrupt as they are, I can’t lie… They plot, but shit gets done.