The Bitch Is Back (The Kurtherian Endgame Book 10) by Michael Anderle

Author:Michael Anderle [Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781649716354
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-03-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Planet Ryleah

Ochan Ryleah studied his reflection in the mirror. He caught sight of a stray bristle protruding from his left ear and scowled, reaching for the nasal trimmers.

A healthy show of bristles was a fine thing for a Ryleahan male to have, but not when it was coming from the ears.

It was his lifelong habit to project utter control, beginning with his appearance. He expected the same of those beneath him, as many a former employee who hadn’t met his exacting standards had learned to their detriment.

He spent a moment admiring the polished gleam of his tusks, then turned from the vanity and left his dressing room via the door to his bedroom.

Ochan gave the decanter of eighty-year-old Yollin whisky on his nightstand an anticipatory glance as he passed his four-poster bed hung and dressed with rare Dorillian silks.

Only the best for the most powerful man in the Federation.

His valet waited outside the door. He gave Ochan a stiff bow. “Sir, the rest of the group has already called in. I have them on hold.”

Ochan waved a hand. “Let them wait until I’m ready. Did you ensure that fool Ca’Shal used the correct security protocols this time? The last thing I need is him giving CEREBRO a way to listen in on my plans. I’m sure that’s how those humans found us.”

The valet knew sugarcoating the news would only shift Ochan’s ire onto him. However, years of surviving his job had taught him how to handle the mercurial personality of his employer. It was a good thing his salary put most of the company executives’ to shame. Gods knew he earned it. “Kiaty Ca’Shal has not joined the holoconference yet, sir.”

“He is too late to participate in this meeting.” Ochan would find out why Kiaty was late and punish his tardiness accordingly.

“There is news from Torcellan you need to see, sir,” the valet intoned.

Ochan’s snout wrinkled. “Spit it out.”

The valet erred on the side of discretion and simply handed him a datapad containing the reports from Ochan’s spies on Torcellan.

Ochan’s face reddened as he absorbed the information that his son had been captured by the Queen. The vein in his temple pulsed as his blood pressure shot up.

Perhaps the Nacht were too formidable as opponents. Or perhaps he had invested in the wrong child.

Elamonn’s foolishness had cost the cabal the advantage. Ochan had done what he could to teach him to channel his drive to be feared by those beneath him, but the boy had no subtlety. Still, the Bitch Queen had not killed him.

He would have executed her son in a breath. He had no such weaknesses.

“First Vermott, now this. We needed those warheads.”

The valet knew Ochan better than to be surprised he placed his material losses over the well-being of his son. “I took the liberty of informing Harlia Nardoon she needs to double her company’s output, sir.”

Ochan nodded. “At least someone fucking listens to instructions. How did she take it?”

“She promised triple, sir,” the valet replied. “In return for a visit with her mate and children.

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