Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 43: Chapter 43
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What the fuck is with all the emails and voicemails this morning?
Nikolai fumed as he went down the huge list of contact information his inbox was streaming with.
True, they were potential clients, but really? Was all this necessary? I mean, give a guy a day to get back to you. Some of them were repeats. One particularly insistent firm, which after a little digging, he found was run by that bothersome Witch, Angie White, was located on the west coast. They called themselves Viridi Lux or Green Light Coven.
He rolled his eyes. He’d dealt with their kind before. Witches had access to a finite amount of power and often held the upper hand in dealing with Shifters. This particular Witch seemed upset at his turning her down.
Well, Dragons were not like typical Shifters. She’d find out soon enough if she persisted in antagonizing him. Virdi Lux was spreading rumors that his firewall was less than what it was described as. He’d fix that very quickly.
Dragon Shifters had stepped out of the world at large some centuries back, preferring to deal with their own kind. Perhaps the Witches simply forgot that he had access to magic of his own. Phenomenal powers with unlimited access, unlike Witches.
He’d get back to Viridi Lux when he was damn well ready. He disliked liars and bullies in general, those traits in a Coven of Witches were a serious no-no. He sent a quick email to Callius, as head of the Falk Clan, he was to be kept abreast of all potential threats and this was a threat. However slight.
When he’d announced that Draco Fortis was building a firewall for Merlin Banking Solutions, he had no idea how many other companies would be interested in his product. Both in obtaining it and in destroying it.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He’d had some idea, of course. But this? No. He was not prepared for this bombardment. How was he supposed to code and work on growing their treasure horde if he had to answer all these inquests?
He’d need to take on more help if he were to continue. Creating something as complex as this firewall project with Graves Enterprises wasn’t like playing the stock market. This was something else. He needed an assistant. Someone to manage the business end of things.
He’d ask Randall for suggestions. In the meanwhile, he needed to pack a bag. He was headed out for the World Banks Charity Ball and to meet with the Merlin Banking Solutions president about the last upgrade to their system. Everything had gone beautifully, and he had the report to prove it.
So, why was he so fucking restless? Hmm, you know why, damn you. He was a lone Dragon Shifter in a castle surrounded by his three mated brothers and their families. He was not jealous per se, but he was feeling his age and his circumstances grievously.
It was wreaking havoc on his inner beast. His Dragon roared and slunk off in the deepest most cavern of his mind’s eye. The beast was still pissed off after his last failed encounter.
After that brief and somewhat embarrassing scene with Ms. White, he’d attempted to try again. He’d convinced himself it was okay to try and let off some steam with the opposite sex.
For fuck’s sake, I am a Dragon. Unfortunately for him, Nikolai found he was still unable to, um, rise to the occasion.
His Dragon roared and huffed out a breath of green smoke at the memory. Only our mate will do, he growled at Nikolai. None other.
Fucking bloody bastard. His body had failed him, and he was beyond furious. No sex for a century could do that to a male.
His Dragon’s scales glowed like emeralds in his mind’s eye as the beast opened his massive jaws to let loose a roar. The deafening sound was enough to send Nikolai to his knees.
He glanced at his chest to the place where his emerald rose sat as he undressed and went to shower. His frown was deep as he gazed upon the sacred marking. It was closed and pitiful looking. A tight, wrinkled bud, where a powerful blossom should be.
Fuck. He was running out of time. Alexsander had told him how he felt at Death’s door before he’d met his mate. The legend is true, Nik, without Noelle I’d have died.
Fuck. Nikolai did everything he could to find the one the universe had created for him, to no avail. So, he’d occupied his time with as much activity as possible. Trying to fill the void inside of him.
This new firewall he’d developed was a great accomplishment. Something he was immensely proud of. And yet, without finding his maiden, his one true and fated mate, it was all for nothing.
Soon, his beast would do one of two things. Either he would wither and die, or he would go stark raving mad. Nikolai already had an inkling which way things were headed.
His EnergyDragon was growing increasingly hard to control. Anger rolled off the beast in waves, he was restless and furious with his human half for failing to find his lifelong companion. His lack of libido was just one small symptom. There had been others lately.
Quick rise to fury. Lack of focus. Why just this week he’d almost decked two normals at the local sushi place, Roll Over, that he frequented. He couldn’t even think of a reason why he should be so angry at them. Only they’d rubbed him the wrong way somehow.
He shrugged as he stood under the hard spray of hot water. Even the normals had enough sense to avoid him. They knew better than to approach a predator in his state. Humans had some self-preservation skills at least, all evidence to the contrary aside.
He bathed himself in quick steady movements. Efficiently washing over his no longer working bits. FML. He growled and rinsed off his shoulder length dark hair, scrubbing his face roughly before stepping out onto the thick bathmat.
Nikolai stared at his reflection. His eyes glowed a pale green as his Dragon came forward. Yes, he was too thin, his rose shriveled, and his mood foul. But he had to push it all aside for now.
He had work to do. First thing on the list was to pack his bag and head out to New York City. He’d be driving himself in his sleek silver Phantom Rolls Royce. The luxury vehicle dominated the road the way his Dragon did the skies.
Though he could fly into the city unnoticed, Callius frowned upon such theatrics. So, Nik opted for second best. He hurried out of the castle without running into any of his brothers or their wives and exhaled a breath of relief.
Soon, he promised his Dragon, we will search for our mate again and we will find her. Or die trying.
Nikolai fumed as he went down the huge list of contact information his inbox was streaming with.
True, they were potential clients, but really? Was all this necessary? I mean, give a guy a day to get back to you. Some of them were repeats. One particularly insistent firm, which after a little digging, he found was run by that bothersome Witch, Angie White, was located on the west coast. They called themselves Viridi Lux or Green Light Coven.
He rolled his eyes. He’d dealt with their kind before. Witches had access to a finite amount of power and often held the upper hand in dealing with Shifters. This particular Witch seemed upset at his turning her down.
Well, Dragons were not like typical Shifters. She’d find out soon enough if she persisted in antagonizing him. Virdi Lux was spreading rumors that his firewall was less than what it was described as. He’d fix that very quickly.
Dragon Shifters had stepped out of the world at large some centuries back, preferring to deal with their own kind. Perhaps the Witches simply forgot that he had access to magic of his own. Phenomenal powers with unlimited access, unlike Witches.
He’d get back to Viridi Lux when he was damn well ready. He disliked liars and bullies in general, those traits in a Coven of Witches were a serious no-no. He sent a quick email to Callius, as head of the Falk Clan, he was to be kept abreast of all potential threats and this was a threat. However slight.
When he’d announced that Draco Fortis was building a firewall for Merlin Banking Solutions, he had no idea how many other companies would be interested in his product. Both in obtaining it and in destroying it.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He’d had some idea, of course. But this? No. He was not prepared for this bombardment. How was he supposed to code and work on growing their treasure horde if he had to answer all these inquests?
He’d need to take on more help if he were to continue. Creating something as complex as this firewall project with Graves Enterprises wasn’t like playing the stock market. This was something else. He needed an assistant. Someone to manage the business end of things.
He’d ask Randall for suggestions. In the meanwhile, he needed to pack a bag. He was headed out for the World Banks Charity Ball and to meet with the Merlin Banking Solutions president about the last upgrade to their system. Everything had gone beautifully, and he had the report to prove it.
So, why was he so fucking restless? Hmm, you know why, damn you. He was a lone Dragon Shifter in a castle surrounded by his three mated brothers and their families. He was not jealous per se, but he was feeling his age and his circumstances grievously.
It was wreaking havoc on his inner beast. His Dragon roared and slunk off in the deepest most cavern of his mind’s eye. The beast was still pissed off after his last failed encounter.
After that brief and somewhat embarrassing scene with Ms. White, he’d attempted to try again. He’d convinced himself it was okay to try and let off some steam with the opposite sex.
For fuck’s sake, I am a Dragon. Unfortunately for him, Nikolai found he was still unable to, um, rise to the occasion.
His Dragon roared and huffed out a breath of green smoke at the memory. Only our mate will do, he growled at Nikolai. None other.
Fucking bloody bastard. His body had failed him, and he was beyond furious. No sex for a century could do that to a male.
His Dragon’s scales glowed like emeralds in his mind’s eye as the beast opened his massive jaws to let loose a roar. The deafening sound was enough to send Nikolai to his knees.
He glanced at his chest to the place where his emerald rose sat as he undressed and went to shower. His frown was deep as he gazed upon the sacred marking. It was closed and pitiful looking. A tight, wrinkled bud, where a powerful blossom should be.
Fuck. He was running out of time. Alexsander had told him how he felt at Death’s door before he’d met his mate. The legend is true, Nik, without Noelle I’d have died.
Fuck. Nikolai did everything he could to find the one the universe had created for him, to no avail. So, he’d occupied his time with as much activity as possible. Trying to fill the void inside of him.
This new firewall he’d developed was a great accomplishment. Something he was immensely proud of. And yet, without finding his maiden, his one true and fated mate, it was all for nothing.
Soon, his beast would do one of two things. Either he would wither and die, or he would go stark raving mad. Nikolai already had an inkling which way things were headed.
His EnergyDragon was growing increasingly hard to control. Anger rolled off the beast in waves, he was restless and furious with his human half for failing to find his lifelong companion. His lack of libido was just one small symptom. There had been others lately.
Quick rise to fury. Lack of focus. Why just this week he’d almost decked two normals at the local sushi place, Roll Over, that he frequented. He couldn’t even think of a reason why he should be so angry at them. Only they’d rubbed him the wrong way somehow.
He shrugged as he stood under the hard spray of hot water. Even the normals had enough sense to avoid him. They knew better than to approach a predator in his state. Humans had some self-preservation skills at least, all evidence to the contrary aside.
He bathed himself in quick steady movements. Efficiently washing over his no longer working bits. FML. He growled and rinsed off his shoulder length dark hair, scrubbing his face roughly before stepping out onto the thick bathmat.
Nikolai stared at his reflection. His eyes glowed a pale green as his Dragon came forward. Yes, he was too thin, his rose shriveled, and his mood foul. But he had to push it all aside for now.
He had work to do. First thing on the list was to pack his bag and head out to New York City. He’d be driving himself in his sleek silver Phantom Rolls Royce. The luxury vehicle dominated the road the way his Dragon did the skies.
Though he could fly into the city unnoticed, Callius frowned upon such theatrics. So, Nik opted for second best. He hurried out of the castle without running into any of his brothers or their wives and exhaled a breath of relief.
Soon, he promised his Dragon, we will search for our mate again and we will find her. Or die trying.
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