LOGINThe following chapters will be for the bonus story Cult of Love. Some events will overlap with events that took place in The Genius Delta.
Cult Of LoveRohan Rock - I’m the Humpty Dumpty of Bloodmoon. My heart was shattered three years ago, and I firmly believed there was no going back. I’ve kept my heartbreak and shame private. I never expected my work would bring me a second chance. I should be on cloud nine, but my second chance is a human that knows nothing about our world and is mute. I know a werewolf and a human can be mates, but will she accept me? Can she accept what I am?Shikoba Thorn - Dating has never been easy for me. The men I've been attracted to can't see past my transition. As much as I would like to find love, I'd rather be alone than pretend to be someone else. It makes me envy Silvercloud and his cult, who firmly believe in soulmates and love at first sight. I don't believe in either of those things. But after one handshake with Rohan, I'm starting to. Did I drink the kool-aid? Would a guy like him accept me for exactly as I am?By the time he returned, I felt like my body remembered how to speak. Don’t mistake me, want was part of it. Bright and burning and buzzing straight through my nerves. But it went deeper than that. Focus. Attention. The sort that coursed through my veins and rooted itself deep in my core. Hours of slow burn had leeched any façade or edge away, leaving something warm where it touched. I didn’t feel frenzied. I felt heightened. Liquid fire had pooled low in my belly, spreading slowly and wide, and reminding me of every orgasm I hadn’t let myself have, as my skin seemed to remember just how thin it was finally. Sara pressed still inside of me, now relaxed but not retreated. Satisfied. ‘He knows we’re here.’ She whispered. ‘Yeah.’ I breathed back and meant it down to my lungs. Jonathan stepped into the room, and everything changed. Not the machines or the lights or even the rigging that had worked so expertly to bring me to this point. Him. He watched me differently now. Less sharp
I held my breath for a moment longer before touching anything else, allowing the room to continue cycling through our rhythm. Persephone remained still, relaxed, not passive. Not like she was somewhere else in her mind, but awake. Eyes open in that way that let me know she was exactly where she wanted to be. For what I wanted to do, that was all the setting I needed.Accuracy was only helpful when calibrated to trust.I stepped over to the console and pulled up the readings again, refusing to let myself sink into desire. Elevated heart rate, but consistent. Muscle tone was strong, but there was no tension. Sensory load was creeping towards the top of the scale but not over it. Excellent. She was not unravelling. She was holding.I reached for the cuffs first, didn’t tighten them, just shifted
As soon as he stepped away and allowed me room, the room exhaled with me.Left standing there, wrist-bound and buzzing warm, it occurred to me quietly. Disruptively. I wasn’t waiting. I wasn’t trapped. I wasn’t being strong; I was strong because I chose to stay right where I was.That was new.For as long as I could remember, planning my escapes rather than simply...living, bracing myself for the other shoe to drop rather than allowing joy, clinging to control because anything else was statistically irresponsible at best and catastrophically deadly at worst. I liked things to be done on my own terms and in my own time. Submission had sounded like a loss of control. Like loss of intelligence.Like losing.
The door sealed with a soft, final sound behind us, and the room settled into a waiting hush. Not silence exactly, but awareness. Every system was live now, every surface listening. I felt Persephone beside me, steady and alert, her pulse still elevated from anticipation rather than fear. Good. That mattered.I didn’t touch her right away.Instead, I stepped to the central console and rested my palm against the glass. The interface recognized me instantly, a low tone acknowledging primary control. With a second input, I linked Persephone’s profile, watching as the system adjusted, lights warming, parameters shifting to accommodate both of us.“This is the calibration phase,” I said aloud, my voice deliberately even. Calm. Measured. “Nothing happens without confirmation
I stepped into Jonathan’s office already five steps ahead of him, and he knew it.The dress was my first clue. Smart, structured, and deceptively professional at a glance, black with deep red accents that traced clean lines down my sides and across my shoulders. The real work was beneath the surface. Heat-reactive fibers woven into the fabric responded to changes in temperature and touch, subtle at first, almost imperceptible. My own little experiment. Not a trap. An invitation.The keycard rested warm in my palm as the door sealed behind me.Initialize Sequence: Valentine’s Protocol.My pulse thrummed with anticipation, the bond between us humming like a live wire. Sara stirred inside me, pleased and alert, her presence brushing mine with approva
Valentine’s Day started like every other workday I loathed, with too many people talking at me and not enough time spent actually building anything. Silvercloud Industries HQ buzzed from the moment I stepped onto the top floor. Engineers argued over deployment timelines. Executives debated budgets that bored me to tears. Someone tried to explain a workflow I’d designed three years ago as if it were new information. If there were a hell designed specifically for tech geniuses, it would look a lot like my morning calendar.Jaci stirred in the back of my mind, his presence steady and familiar. ‘You could fake a fire alarm,’ he suggested dryly. ‘Or a system failure. Those always clear rooms fast.’I smirked as I signed off on a software patch without really reading the final summary. ‘Tempting,’ I sent bac
I now have one more reason to want Mila dead. And while Logan and Jonathan are not as concerned that she even knows him as Jonny Weaver, I am. She upped her flirting after he introduced himself. She’s fixated on him, and I don’t like it. And no, it’s not just because he’s MINE, and I will cut a bitc
Riding in Jonathan’s Aston Martin DB5 erased all my troubles about Mila from my mind. Hard to think about annoying bitches that want my mate when I’m in a car like this. And while it was fun to tease him about him coming to Incubi, I never even consider
When we stepped out of the elevator, I’d been excited to leave and spend time with Persephone far from the office. But, of course, that was impeded by Shikoba. The other staff that saw her snag me by the collar probably assumed I was in trouble for something. While no one in the building but Shikoba
Shit, shit, shit! I quickly got up from the booth as my future ran out the door dragging her sister behind her. Scott at least had the self-awareness to look remorseful. “I…” He opened his mouth but quickly shut it when I glared at him. “You pick up the tab. I need to chase down my mate and hope to







