X took a long drag off of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. It looked like he was taking his time making everyone wait but really he was gathering himself, getting ready for the uproar that his announcement was sure to make. Yes he had told his rats that he would be choosing a queen and while most of them thought that it would be Eva that would take the spot they were wrong. Someone new had shown up that had his interest peaked. “I know that this has been a long time coming, most of you seem to think that I have already made up my mind. But do you know what happens to a rat that gets sure of itself? It gets eaten by the cat.” He didn’t care that he was stating what they were all thinking. He was trying to buy himself a little bit of time.
With another drag on his cigarette, he tapped the ashes onto the floor. How did you tell your clan that you wanted to pick someone that had only been back for a short period of time? Someone that didn’t really seem to care about the politics or making sure that the rat rose in power among the shifter groups. Well if you were their King… you just told them. “Would Miss Romance Moore please stand up” He smirked as he said her name, waiting to hear Eva’s angry outcry. It was true that he had promised her the spot but she was getting boring. It was always Yes Sir this and No Sir that. Where had her back bone gone? He refused to see that it was his fault that she did whatever he told her too.
He blew a few rings of smoke into the air as he put his feet up on the table in front of him. All around him there were whispers and a few people that made sounds as if they didn’t approve. But who the hell cared about that. This was his love life, his pack and he was allowed to pick whoever he damn well pleased. He looked over at Eva whose face had gone from an amused smile to an angry frown. He licked his lips before blowing her a small kiss. He lived for days like this, where he could ruin other people’s day, weeks and if he was lucky years.