Chapitre 310: 29. Can't Fight The Moonlight.
When I finally woke up, I found myself alone in a lavish bedroom. The room was adorned with a black, gold, and purple color scheme, and the air was heavy with the scent of velvet. Thick velvet curtains covered the window, allowing only a dim morning light to seep through. Despite the dimness, my vision was sharp, and I could clearly see a wallet and a phone resting on the bedside table.
A bouquet of roses adorning the table caught my eye as I sat up. I moved slowly, wincing in pain, and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water on my face and hands brought soothing relief, but the discomfort still lingered.
Returning to the bedroom, I pulled back the heavy curtains, allowing bright sunlight to flood the room. Squinting my eyes, I settled on the edge of the enormous, opulent bed. However, Damon's phone and wallet, placed alongside the bouquet, dampened the atmosphere.
Curiosity sparked within me when I noticed a card tucked into the bouquet. I plucked it out, noticing Damon's elegant handwriting. To my surprise, the message had been written in my blood, a reminder of our vampire wedding. Those quills which Damon wrote our names.
The message read, "Next time, darling, maybe you'll remember to behave. And maybe you won't recite so long and fervently to me. It's been a rewarding three weeks, darlin. See you one day. Gigs beckon. Vampire Lord Salvatore, your husband."
A mix of emotions washed over me, and as I recalled fragments of memories, I realized that my head had been subjected to a brutal assault. Some memories had been blurred, but I knew deep down that I had a backup of them. He had blurred even my earliest memories from the ship or before even that, too. My husband had been busy trying to clear my mind and memories. Examining my physical state, I understood I had endured intense pain, yet I was relieved to find myself in good shape. Despite the soreness, I felt grateful to be in such a condition. Three weeks of being stabbed took its toll.
I was sitting on the edge of the neatly made bed, the soft sheets beneath me offering a sense of comfort. The room was filled with a gentle morning light, casting a warm glow on the furniture. Suddenly, Adam entered, his footsteps echoing lightly on the wooden floor.
"Morning, Mimi," he greeted me hesitantly, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness. His eyes briefly met mine, but he glanced away, his embarrassment clear.
I nodded, feeling a slight tension in the air. It had been three weeks of stabbing and Damon doing his magic in my mind, and I had recovered considerably. My body had been nourished back to health, as I had lost weight because of the toll work had taken on me. When I focus, I forget to eat, or my schedule is too busy to have lunch breaks.
Curious about his unexpected visit, I asked, "What brings you here?"
Adam glanced at me, unsure of himself. I patted the spot next to me on the bed, a gesture of reassurance.
"Come on, I won't bite you unless you beg for it," I said softly.
With cautious steps, he approached and took a seat beside me.
Letting out a sigh, he spoke. "I was foolish to leave you without a heat therapist and to assist those werewolf girls. I was selfish and thoughtless. You don't have to be friendly with me. You can still be upset. I was a prick, a real motherfucker, no good at all. "
Damon had told Adam and Bran about what I had endured during those three weeks. As the alpha and caretaker, Adam hadn't even realized I had formed a bond with him and Damon. If he had known, he wouldn't have left. I had tied my heat to them. As Colin explained to me, it is rare, but not unheard of.
It turned out that Bran had set a trap to punish me for keeping that heat. Damon had made Bran feel what I had felt during that time, somehow extracting those memories from my mind.
Letting out a weary sigh, I responded, "So it was Bran's fault then, but it's all in the past now. It happened over six months ago. I am now a trauma surgeon and neurosurgeon. I have accomplished a lot. I have dedicated myself to my work, sometimes neglecting my own well-being, hence this self-inflicted nutrition session. But as you can see, Damon is no longer here. I have done a lot of work to be a better sniper, too. I am maybe 200% better with it. Murdock knows his business."
Adam grunted and said, "Yep, He showed me too few things, and he is a blunt teacher."
I giggled and told Adam a few times when Murdock ripped me a new asshole for various reasons. Adam laughed out loud and relaxed at last.
Adam's piercing gaze locked onto me, his powerful arms enveloping me in a tight embrace, drawing me nearer. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine.
"Did you know, Mimi, that I truly love you?" he confessed, his voice brimming with sincerity.
His words echoed in the air, filled with an undeniable truth. As he spoke, the scent of his cologne mingled with the room's subtle fragrance, creating a heady combination that intoxicated my senses. "You are such a wonderful creature," Adam continued, his voice filled with admiration. The words, like a sweet melody, resonated within me. His fingers gently brushed against my cheek, caressing it with tenderness.
The weight of his words sank in as he mentioned Murdock's.
He murmured, "Murdock was right. You are an exquisite creature, and I didn't always see it. I was a fool. You see, my dream was read to be a doctor, and here I blew it, We could have had wonderful six months together, but I was a fool and went right into Bran's trap and thought with my cock, not with my heart."
I just grunted softly. It was good to be near him in his warm, loving embrace. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us entangled in each other's embrace.
Suddenly, a wave of frustration washed over Adam. His brow furrowed, and a barely audible curse escaped his lips. "We always fall into Bran's trap every fucking time," he grumbled, his voice tinged with irritation. The weight of our circumstances hung heavy in the air.
Resolutely, I responded, "Learn if possible, but forget if not possible. You can forget; I can't, although Salvatore has cleared my head to a great extent."
The words hung between us, a reminder of the challenges we faced. Adam's determination shone through as he declared, "Fine, I've been on flea duty for a couple of weeks here and there while I've been busy with my business. Orders seem to pour in as every werewolf upgrades their security." The weight of responsibility marked his words, a testament to his dedication.
Sighing, I assured him, "Bran's work. He is trying to keep us apart and you out of the Fleas. I'll be fine. You focus on getting the business in order and getting back on track. I'll handle the fleas." Our commitment to each other echoed in the room, a shared understanding of the sacrifices we made for our love.
Adam snarled irritably. "This won't work. I show Bran that I am not his puppet." Adam's eyes flashed a little when his temper flared.
As the morning sun graced the horizon, we made our way to the breakfast table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a sumptuous spread of food greeted us. Adam's inquisitive nature came alive as he interrogated me, handed me my laptop, and demanded to be another one who had access to specific information. I agreed, granting him the rights, and discreetly left a dark web notice about it.
As per my morning routine, I had my laptop before me, so I worked. But before I got any further, Adam took my laptop to himself and looked at things that he had to do. He was determined to be again second in command, so no one would bother me without him knowing about it. He piled huge plates of food before me and put me to eat while he worked.
Engrossed in our tasks, the room was filled with the symphony of keyboard clicks and the soft hum of technology. Adam's tablet flashed intermittently as he sent files to himself, eager to delve into them. Amidst our work, he took a moment to serve me another plate piled high with delectable food, accompanied by a steaming pot of coffee and a refreshing glass of Coca-Cola.
I savored each bite, the flavors dancing on my tongue, while Adam delved into his work. Occasionally, he would ask me questions, seeking my expertise as a flea leader. My responses flowed effortlessly, as I had been immersed in the role for the past six months.
Finally satiated, I pushed my plate aside, signaling the end of my meal. Yet, my respite was short-lived, as Mr. Hauptmann's impending interrogation loomed in my mind. With a determined resolve, I excused myself and embarked on a journey to explore the labyrinthine house, its secrets waiting to be discovered.
For what seemed like an eternity, I roamed the unfamiliar halls, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. This was a huge and magnificent house. Damon had once again outdone himself. He was as good at buying houses as I was. Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when Adam appeared, wrapping himself around me, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. At that moment, I knew I was his, and he was mine.
Adam led me to the bedroom with a mischievous grin, where the air crackled with anticipation. The room, adorned with plush fabrics and soft lighting, became our sanctuary. He showed me how deeply he loved me in each touch and caress. And as our bodies entwined, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the intensity of our connection.
He was hard and hot as he pushed inside me and took me. He dominated, biting, nibbling. He fucked my brains out and then some. We were each other again, and I realized my happiness didn't depend on Damon alone. I can and should be happy and seek these wonderful moments with others. For example, with Adam. I couldn't be happier when I fell asleep fully taken, fucked satisfied on top of Adam after a week of marathon sex. We had used quite many few rooms, but we were on the second floor; this was our fucking floor, as we named it.
I laid on top of Adam; he was purring at me. I was about to fall asleep, and I knew this boy wasn't going to velvet me—no need to velvet when he could purr me into sleep. A few days later, we switched to Kansas, and Adam wanted me to show him how good of a sniper I actually was.
Samuel was already back in America, and the first thing I had to go through was, of course, a complete physical. He didn't take any issue with my refusal to get heat because he knew how fucking strong my will was and what I could do with it. There's a good chance I could keep my lust away.
I must have had at least a hundred tubes of blood drawn, and I had no problem with it. I realized Salvatore had worked his magic there, too, but what was it that always drove him away from me?
Why he didn't want to be with me somehow, I just got the feeling that he had left rather than what the job required, but I couldn't help it. Adam and Bran had given me permission to kill demons only if I had backup and preferably to snipe them, anyway. Adam was my alpha.
I didn't listen to Bran. He can give his permission, but he's not my alpha. When I was in the bath after my health check, I realized that if I were in a gig with Bran, I wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for him, but for Adam, I always give him everything.
They had a problem with demon kills, obviously. Adam gave me the go-ahead. If I needed it, I should just keep my wits about me and my backup. And always let me know if you're going on a demon-killing spree. Our main demon slayer was Magnum because the fear demons didn't work on him. He had developed all kinds of protective gear for himself and others.
I would not wear armor, but knives and bullets were always welcome. I had other demon slayers; we still had our own division that destroyed demons wherever needed, and now Adam was aware of it. He had been under Murdock's tutelage, and Murdock had then gone off to hunt Sark with Dexter. They also had a lot of Sark's underlings, so there were plenty of targets.
Of course, Bran was then in Kansas City and came to talk to me while I was making my supper. He was sorry about the whole breeding rush and explained that that's why he's been avoiding women; he's not nice to them. And then fell in love with me, all the while fearing my powers and Mimosa.
He was a monster who took advantage of my drugged state to fuck me, and then when he heard about my lust, he was a total prick and pushed men away, though he confessed that if he had known I had tied up my lust, he wouldn't have done anything about it. He'd expected me to beg for lust therapy from him.
I suspect that Mr. Salvatore had something to do with this confession, but never mind.
I said to Bran after he had confessed, "I'm glad you're aware of that now. Maybe you'll understand why I'm going to continue to keep a suitable distance from you. It's easier for both of us that way."
Bran didn't say another word but walked back to his study and closed his door. I then continued with my daily life, and, as I said, I kept my distance from Bran. No matter. I showed him around from time to time. One morning I was blood hungry, and I let my teeth show, so Bran went pale, then I went and sat on Adam's lap and pierced myself in his cock and ate slowly and so fucking naughtily that I had a lovely morning's fill in the process.
As Adam's thick, lovely cream of love properly filled me to the brim. Bran took a long look and sighed. He remembered what it felt like to drink from him, and then when I pierced myself with Adam, it was a done deal.
We were still with Adam and Samuel in Kansas. I was now a trauma surgeon and neurosurgeon. I had done six months of training and had been doing sniping on the side with Murdock. He had been right, and I had learned a lot of new tips and developed my skills tremendously during those six months.
I had been running my organization all along, but now Adam was more than up to date and had effectively given me time off from fleas. I had a break from sniping and was just about to go on a brief road trip, to continue my flea work and go through a few safe deposit boxes.
I had considered taking Adam with me and showing him how much stuff I have in my car, but Adam has a temper and might snap, so I decided not to show him yet. My storage locker had been revamped, and more stuff, including stronger medicines, had been put in there.
One plan I had was to go through the stock of medicines I had put in different houses at some point when Hugh was developing the machine. It had a very sophisticated AI that would analyze the suitability of the medicine for me. It would be very handy. The AI was constantly being fed my test results from my samples and learning everything about me. My life was getting more and more interesting.
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