me to do next?”
Satisfied Aedan once again knew his place, Sela turned and walked to the built-in bar along the far wall to pour herself a vodka on the rocks. “I want you to find the Seer and bring her to me. Also, we must find a way to make sure Queen—” she could hardly say the word without choking—“Alyssa, miscarries that half-breed fetus that grows inside her. Do those things and I’ll reward you handsomely. Fail me again…” She let her words trail off, leaving the details to Aedan’s imagination. However, because Sela had quite a reputation for enjoying her torture sessions immensely, he should get the idea.
Aedan paled and then nodded.
“Guards, take him out of my sight.”
Two muscular Cunt warriors stepped forward and literally dragged Aedan from the room.
Sela sloshed more vodka into the crystal glass and narrowed her eyes. She’d worked hard to kidnap Alyssa all those years ago after it was clear the Cunt rebellion would never succeed. She’d raised the little bitch as part of her family for twenty-three long years. All so Sela could derail the ascension ceremony and punish the past queen and king—Annalecia and Darius—for daring to banish all the Cunts and anyone who fought with them during the civil war.
Sela flipped her white-blond hair over her shoulder and looked down at her hands, which still looked like they did when she’d been banished—smooth and unblemished. She prided herself on appearing much younger than her forty-four years. Thanks to all the sexual energy freely available on this backward planet, Cunts could regenerate and minimize the effects of aging. Although, if Sela were on Tador, there would be no need to constantly resupply herself for that purpose—anyone living on Tador enjoyed a significantly slowed aging process.
A low growl escaped from her throat. All her efforts so far to overthrow the Klatch and rule the planet that was rightfully hers had been thwarted. Alyssa had escaped Sela’s carefully laid trap and had ascended the throne on Tador, restoring the planet—for now. And Sela’s old nemeses, the past king and queen of the Klatch, had gone off to a comfortable retirement, while Sela and her people had been relegated to live on Earth with common humans.
The Klatch were nothing but breeding stock who should serve as a sexual food supply for the Cunts. Even though, due to their inherent magic, the Klatch offered more sexual sustenance to their partners than humans. However, that just made the Klatch more high-powered food for the Cunts. No more, no less.
Tador was rightfully Sela’s, and she intended to have it—no matter what.
She raised the vodka to her lips, anger flowing through her like a swarm of angry bees. “The Cunts will rule Tador, as it was meant to be. Very soon…” She took a sip and then tightened her fingers around the glass until it shattered in her palm.
Grayson lowered himself into a cushioned chair inside the council meeting chamber, wincing a bit as his back met with the chair. His shoulder had healed considerably after the dream he’d shared with the Seer this morning, but it would take either time or more sexual energy to heal it completely.
He had taken a seat near the raised dais—where the king and queen would sit once they entered—mainly because the stadium-type seating around the gallery wasn’t as comfortable as the overstuffed chairs here on the main floor.
Until he’d injured his shoulder, Grayson had never realized how much he used those specific muscles. Now, nearly every movement speared shooting pains down his back and side.
The sharp clack of a balda gavel echoed through the chamber, distracting him from his discomfort as the crowd around him quieted.
King Stone and Queen Alyssandra entered through the same doorway Grayson had, and both cast him a smile as they stepped past him and onto the raised dais.
“Thank you, council head.” Alyssandra nodded to the woman who had been in the job less than a month. After the last council head had attempted to kill the queen right after the ascension, the entire council had been interviewed and eventually replaced with those who were loyal to the ruling family. Of course, seeing your predecessor turned into a burned husk before your eyes could really inspire a desire to do your best.
Stone sat in one of the large thrones gracing the dais while Alyssandra remained standing and faced the crowd. She brushed her palms over the front of the gauzy white skirt she wore—an action Grayson had learned showed how nervous she was.
“As many of you know, the Seer has been found and is recuperating here on Tador from the Cunt attack.”
Murmurs flowed through the crowd and then died away as the queen held up her hands for silence. “She was hit with a beam of Cunt energy during the attack, but otherwise appears unharmed.”
Gasps of outrage erupted from the crowd until Alyssandra waved for silence and tucked her hair behind her ear—another nervous gesture. “We have not yet spoken to her about the triangle, and have decided not to mention it until she becomes comfortable with the Klatch and Tador. I would like to ask cooperation from everyone on this matter. It’s no easy task to ask someone to give up their entire life.”
Alyssandra’s gaze roamed the room as she made eye contact with several Klatch. “Now I’ll open the floor for questions, but please remember, the decision to move forward with the triangle has already been made, and I won’t waste time rehashing those discussions. The time for everyone to band together and support the decision of your chosen ruler is at hand.”
Here it comes…The decision to move forward with the triangle had basically split the populace, and only because Alyssandra was queen did the people not openly rebel.
Valen, the head royal chef, stood. Alyssandra recognized him and motioned for him to speak. “My queen, I and many other citizens have obvious concerns with introducing humans, even gifted humans, into the Klatch bloodlines. After all, the Cunts are a result of too many generations of dilution of our line. Might we not, with this decision, be breeding a new race who will seek to destroy us down the road?”
Grayson shook his head. He would never understand which part of “I won’t waste time rehashing those discussions” these people didn’t understand. He glanced up at Alyssa, whose jaw was clenched.
“Valen, as I’ve stated before on many occasions, the triangle has been used at least three times in our history that we know of.” Despite Alyssandra’s obvious displeasure, her voice was calm and commanding as it rang out across the chamber. “We are talking about taking human women with special gifts—human women who most likely have some Klatch blood in their distant pasts—and mating them with pureblood Klatch princes. The worry about diluting our bloodline will be moot if we no longer have a planet to live on.”
“We understand the dire nature of our circumstances, my lady, but we respectfully disagree with the methods of repair. Surely—”
“Damnit, Valen!” Grayson’s patience snapped like a brittle twig in a windstorm. He pushed to his feet, ignoring the lances of pain that shot down his back and shoulder. “We have talked this subject to death, and many of you don’t seem to be listening to the answers.” He stepped onto the dais, and Alyssandra squeezed his hand before taking a seat on the throne chair next to Stone, and yielding him the floor.
“There is no other way to save Tador.” Grayson tried to stare Valen down, but the man refused to look away. “Our best researchers have searched for a solution since soon after the Cunt revolt, and only through uncovering the treachery of the past Klatch council and breaking the spells placed on the journals in the queen’s
