The Genius Delta

Typically, I'm a distracted eater. So no one thinks twice about me sitting down, loading my plate, and digging in without much conversation. They always chalk it up to my brain going a mile a minute, and I'm probably eager to get back to my lab. And they would be right. But tonight is different. I still want to get to my lab, though not to work. Today I'm in a hurry to fuck or at least fool around with my mate.

“Is everything okay?” Delilah asked. “Was there some urgent pack business?” She cocked her head, blinking innocent green eyes at me like she hadn't just cock blocked me a few moments ago.

“It's fine, Delilah. It's being handled.” Persephone answered her sister.

Mikali arched his eyebrow from his seat at the table. I doubt it escaped his attention that Delilah's question was directed at me, but Persephone answered instead. Annai was giving me a similar look while still managing to stuff her face. I won't call her out on how much she's got on her plate. She's pregnant, and if I've learned anything, you don’t fuck with pregnant she-wolves.

“It's rude to stare, Mikali.” I taunted before I shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into my mouth. “It's also rude not to make introductions.” He countered.

“If it'll get you to stop looking at me like that.” I rolled my eyes. “You know of the Fayte sisters Delilah and Persephone.” I gestured to each as I said their names.

“They are here for summer, though Persephone’s stay has become permanent since she’s your new Delta female,” I explained. “Persephone, Delilah, meet Mikali Hamilton and his mate Annai. Mikali is one of the pack doctors and a Luna guard.” I introduced, gesturing with a turkey leg at them. “Priceless.” I put my fork down to hold my camera up to take. The looks on Mikali and Annai's faces were priceless. I snickered, texting the image to Kurt.

Me: Should I expect this look from everyone I tell that Persephone is my mate?

I knew I hadn't told him yet, and this was just an amusing way to go about it. I groaned as my phone blew up, and I suddenly realized it wasn't just my text thread with Kurt I sent that to. It's the group chat with him, David, Mikali, and Tanner.

David: CALLED IT!!!

Kurt: Excuse me, Isis and I called it first when we met Persephone

Tanner: That wasn't “calling it,” Kurt. That was suggesting how catastrophic that mating would be to the world at large.

Mikali: Still in shock. Does this mean we get to get him back for EVERY cockblock he has ever dished out?

Me: Mikali, I have been cock blocked by her sister twice, work the whole fucking day, and Aurelia. I owe you an apology basket. But cock block me, and I build the ultimate glitter bomb and put it in each of your homes.

"I feel like we are missing something, ladies.” Persephone shook her head and leaned over to look at my phone just as her phone started to buzz.

I snickered as I glanced over and saw she had multiple new text notifications from Isis, Crista, Katrina, and André. So much for the time difference as a reason not to tell her older sister.

“You told Kurt, and he couldn't keep his trap shut, so Isis texted in our group chat.” Persephone groaned. “What are these people even doing awake? The sun isn't even up in Sicily.”

"Well, I don’t want to assume or guess why André would be awake. But for Katrina and Crista, the kids may be fussy.” Delilah suggested.

David: That is NOT cool!

Kurt: Glitter bomb my castle and regret it

Tanner: Please don't. I am NOT dealing with Zelma freaking out over that.

Mikali: Do not

Me: At least the boundaries are set. And TY Kurt, you just put Persephone in the middle of a barrage of messages from her family whom she’d planned to tell when it wasn't before dawn in Sicily.

Kurt: I'm sure they were already up. Crista and Kat have kids. And André, well, he probably got up for a morning fuck before Darren takes his insane 10k run.

Me: Didn't want or need that mental image, thank you very much. Now I'm putting my phone away. The sooner I stop talking to you, the sooner I can finish eating. The sooner I finish eating, the sooner I get to be alone with Persephone. TTFN

With that, I put my phone on silent and pocketed it with no plans to check it till morning. Mikali was snickering, showing his phone to his mate. I'm assuming the chat is still going, and Ill have to look through a shit tone of messages to catch up. Persephone sighed and straight up turned her phone off.

“You alright?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.

“I don’t know. You don’t want to know half of what André said in that thread.” Persephone sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Delilah, don't look at that chat for a while. You are far too innocent to read the graphic smut André suggested.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Oh, now I want to read. What twisted shit did André suggest?” I asked as I gestured for her to hand over the phone.

“Nope.” Persephone shook her head, starting to turn pink.

“You realize I can easily hack your phone in five seconds.” I pointed out.

"And I could do the same to you. Just leave it as André is a twisted person, and Darren has my complete sympathy for being his mate and should have a holiday in his honor dealing with him.” Persephone shook her head.

“Fine. I'll leave it be... for now.” I shrugged. “You can tell me later when innocent ears aren't listening,” I suggested gesturing to her sister.

“I'm not that innocent.” Delilah pouted. “I know the kind of things André says. He probably suggested you get a strap-on and see if Jonathan likes pegging.”

Everyone at the table coughed. Some of us coughed on food or water, while others coughed on our saliva. Poor thing looked so worried as everyone coughed. Certainly not what I expected to come out of the mouth of the youngest Fayte.

“Are you guys okay? Can I get you anything? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so crass. Though I don't think there is a way of saying such a thing politely.” Delilah apologized as she poured fresh water into all our glasses.

After an awkward few moments, we got ourselves under control. “Delilah, I love you and don't expect you to be innocent forever. But please, never repeat things you hear André say.” Persephone sighed.

“Fine. As long as you aren't like some people who think I will be perpetually thirteen.” Delilah huffed. I don't know what that is about, but it reminds me of Hana and how she gets upset that people like me still see her as a kid. I can't help that I have only ever seen Hana as a little sister I never asked for. I was nine when Logan brought her and Suzu home. I hope she goes on that trip to attend the gatherings soon. It will get her mind off of me and some of the boys her age that has found mates. "Delilah, you are on the other side of the world. You got invited here to attend a college summer program in a field you are passionate about. Stop thinking about that fuckboi Alexander.” Persephone rolled her eyes.

Things were starting to piece together. Delilah has a crush on the Madonie Beta Alexander Petridis. I've, of course, never met him, but by all accounts, from the Delaney brothers, he's a good enough guy with a revolving door of women in his bed. I'm not going to judge because it's not my style. Everyone has to make their own choices in life. May the mate the Goddess paired him with not hold his whoring youth against him.

“See. This is why we've opted to wait to find our mate. Wouldn't want her thinking less of us or calling us a fuckboi.’ Jaci wrinkled his snout.

“You shouldn't call him that.” Delilah scolded. “He's a pack Beta, and you will now be a pack Delta. You should learn to treat other ranked wolves with respect.”

“Sure. I'll treat Alexander with respect when he starts earning it.” Persephone rolled her eyes.

“If you're done eating, Jonathan. You promised my wolf a run. And trust me. You don't want to make her wait longer than necessary.” Persephone teased as she got up from the table.

"Goddess forbid.” I laughed while gathering our dishes. “Have a good night, everyone. I'll see you... whenever I leave my bunker and come back to the packhouse.” I smiled, ignoring the laughter of Mikali and Annai as I led the way out of the dining room.

I made a quick stop to put our dishes in the dishwasher. I am not some rude shithead that would leave dirty dishes in the sink for Mrs. Carmichael to wash in the morning. “This way," I instructed with my hand on Persephone’s back as I guided her out the back.

I shouldn't be this nervous about seeing her naked. Maybe it's not nervous but more excited energy. Either way, I've seen plenty of she-wolves naked, so I shouldn't be nervous.

"You haven't seen our mate naked. Whole different ball game. Jaci snickered as my breath got caught in my throat when I glanced to the side and saw Persephone already stripping.

“You have no qualms about stripping at the office. Don't tell me you're suddenly shy.” She taunted me as she threw her blouse at me.

I know what my tombstone will say. Here lies Jonathan Silvercloud, a genius and a complete idiot who dry-drowned while gawking at his mate in a bra. Persephone at least was amused by me gawking at her in her dress pants and white with gold floral detail bra that was possibly a little too small or just one of those bras designed to make a woman's breast appear to be spilling out. Am I drooling? Most likely. Do I care? Not in the least. Change the tombstone to drown in his saliva.