Chapitre 113: 33. Uptown Girl.
Our trip was done and for some reason, Wulfe wanted me to bring our souvenirs to the pack in the Irish castle as they were already there. He had also called Magnum to accompany us.
Unsure of what to wear, Wulfe said, "Let me dress you with magic so you can make a lasting impact. Let's see what they are up to."
Without a chance to respond, he whispered something in a low voice. I could feel the clothes materializing on my body, a familiar ensemble. A black, tight leather top that exposed my midriff, low-waisted leather pants, black high-heeled boots reaching up to my thighs, a long black leather jacket, and, of course, my holsters strapped to my thighs and hips. Wulfe had dressed me in my gig clothes, my killing spree attire. The pack would assume I was returning to work, but I had no idea what Wulfe's plan was. Magnum wore a white t-shirt and black leather pants, looking incredibly attractive. Wulfe opted for jeans and a looser t-shirt, maintaining his youthful appearance.
With our bags in tow, we prepared to go to Ireland. Wulfe decided it was better not to inform them beforehand; it would be best to see for ourselves. It was the beginning of November, and we wanted to see what they were doing at the Irish castle. Stepping out of the portal room, we entered a hallway adorned with twinkling fairy lights, softly illuminating the art pieces hanging on the walls. Most of the artwork was from a house I had purchased, which Mariella had said would go to our museum, which was seemingly code for the Irish castle.
Wulfe grasped my hand and said, "You need to see this yourself, and they need to see that you know. It's not pleasant, but it's necessary. Trust me."
As we walked through the corridors, it became painfully obvious that there was a Christmas plan in the works. The air was filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, and the sound of holiday music floated through the halls. Finally, we reached the stairs, with Magnum offering his hand on my right side, and Wulfe by my left. The clinking of my heels against the marble floor caught the attention of the pack, guilt written on many of their faces. I maintained a neutral expression as we descended the stairs, ready to face whatever awaited us.
The pack was gathered in a cozy living room, sinking into plush sofas. Damon sat comfortably with Mariella draped across his lap, while Charles nuzzled with Mimosa nearby. Adam and Lepard sat teasing Shadow, their laughter filling the air. The Salvatores held beer cans in their hands, adding to the relaxed atmosphere. Luxurious rugs covered the floor, and a crackling fire danced in the fireplace, creating a warm ambiance. It felt like a family gathering, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider. This was their life in Ireland, always like this. But why not with me?
On the table, several wine bottles stood alongside glasses, and I watched as Damon reached for one, offering it to Mariella. Every woman in the room had fiery red hair, and they were dressed up like dolls, momentarily shedding their individuality for Damon's pleasure, or so I thought. Wulfe took a step closer to me, his hand squeezing mine, silently assuring me he would never leave my side. Mariella's body was covered in love bites, evidence of the attention she received from every man in the room. In contrast, the marks on my neck had faded, leaving behind only a faint hint of passionfruit mingling with the scent of strawberries, barely noticeable.
Magnum approached me, his vibrant scent of oranges and avocado wafting towards me, reminding me I wasn't alone. Mariella lifted her gaze, spotting Magnum near me, and lazily walked over, clearly attempting to seduce him as well. Her jealousy stunts were nothing new, but I remained unfazed. Wulfe was by my side, and he wasn't going anywhere. I could feel his power surrounding me like a colossal cloud, even though he seemed to be losing control. I needed to stay composed. He sensed my moods, my emotions so freaking well and I had to show him that I was fine, for now.
Gathering my composure, so I would not be too pissed off, I released Wulfe's hand and tightened my grip on my bag.
I walked up to Damon and spoke up, "I see that I'm not really a part of this anymore, but that's fine. I just had the best road trip of my life with Wulfe. Thanks to him, I'm actively fighting against your programming. I'm going to start enjoying my life and having fun instead of moping around while you all have your pack life without me. I even brought something for each of you. Wulfe and I explored India, singing and having a blast as we toured bazaars. I also showed him my secret places because he deserves to see them, too. You don't- not really no, as I am not part of your inner circle. You are not part of mine, either."
Once again, a sharp headache pounded against my temples, causing me to wince. Damon's frown deepened, and I could tell he had intentionally inflicted this pain upon me, attempting to manipulate me once more. Determined not to be a victim any longer, I pushed back, refusing to be his puppet. But before I could utter a single word, Wulfe's voice, ancient and tinged with an edge I had never heard before, cut through the air, sending shivers down my spine. He was making sure we all felt the full force of his power.
"Do that again, and you will lose her," Wulfe warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "She is mine to protect, mine to keep. And you, fool, have no idea who she truly is. How dare you attempt to make her feel guilty for the first time in her life for being selfish, while you plan yet another perfect Christmas? One more attack on her, one more attempt to manipulate her, and I will show you what I am capable of. I can even program you, and believe me, you don't want that."
Damon's face paled, and Mariella looked surprised but also angry, not at Damon, but at me. Once again, her jealousy reared its ugly head. Magnum had not been taken by her.
Wulfe turned his gaze towards her and spoke, "Don't worry, unicorn. I just shared with the princess how much fun we had, so she knows."
Mariella fell silent, and Number Four approached her, wrapping himself around her, and murmuring soothing words. "Don't worry, baby. I will take care of her. Let Mimi be the bitch. She's just petty. Remember, baby, I've got you."
Magnum sensed my distress and took me under his arm, offering comfort. I was no longer anyone's baby, not even Damon's. I had foolishly believed we had something special. Maintaining my composure, I walked up to Mariella and handed her a package. It contained a beautiful silk sari. I gave them to wolves too. They were ashamed of this whole thing. I nodded briefly to Mimosa. I also gave my foursome silk clothes, salvatores's got all of the little curiosities that I had bought. Number one got several very old and rare rugs. Then I turned to Number Four and handed him another music box, one I had managed to find.
Without waiting for a reply, I said to him, "You can give this to your baby. I just happened to find it."
My voice was flat. Let him give that to Mariella. So they would have one of their own too. It was the impromptu thing I had not planned, but him calling Mariella his baby, was too much, even for me. I know realistically that I could not expect that to be just for me, as Damon called me darling too, but why did it hurt so damn badly?
Magnum spoke up, "We will be leaving now. Have a nice life. Not sure when we'll be free to join the pack life."
He took me by the hand, and Wulfe walked beside me as we vanished in a teleportation.
We teleported back into Alabama's house, the air heavy with tension. I was seething with anger, my fists clenched tightly. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut - none of them wanted me anymore. It was painfully obvious that they had moved on, leaving me behind. The love we once had was shattered, destroyed by something deep within me. Even Damon, number four, who was supposed to be mine, holding a new 'baby' in his arms, seemed distant.
I was already dressed appropriately for a killing spree, ready to unleash my fury.
But Wulfe intervened, saying, "Nope, unicorn. Let's change into something more comfortable and hit the gym to blow off some steam."
I grumbled, "Not in the mood, no need."
Magnum smirked and taunted, "Oh, you don't dare to fight me now that I'm no longer a mere mortal? Am I too strong for you, hummingbird?"
I shot him a sharp look and retorted, "You will get hurt. I'm not in the mood to do this properly."
Magnum surprised me by suggesting, "You know what? Me neither. How about we go to the gym and fight it out? Wulfe will be there to ensure things don't get out of hand. Let's fight without any plans. Just unleash everything we've got. See if that helps."
I sighed, "Fine, your loss. I'll change here. There's a decent gym here."
Without waiting for a response, I made my way to the one bedroom to change into my fighting attire. Deep down, I knew I should be heartbroken and sad, but all I felt was a seething, furious rage. I was utterly disappointed, and no explanation would suffice. It had become painfully clear that I had never truly been part of their inner circle. My paintings and belongings were welcome, but not me. They never said anything, never asked, never told me anything. No wonder Wulfe wanted me to see it.
I walked up to the brightly lit gym. The smell of sweat and determination hung in the air. Magnum, a muscular figure, was waiting for me, his intense gaze fixed upon me. Wulfe, leaning against the cold brick wall, watched us with sharp eyes, his calm demeanor contrasting with the tension in the room. Stepping onto the worn-out mat, I prepared myself to fight.
With a surge of energy, I unleashed my fury upon Magnum. My foot connected solidly with his chest, sending him flying backward momentarily. However, he quickly rebounded, launching a powerful uppercut that knocked me off balance. Determined, I retaliated with a jumping kick, aiming for his chest, but he evaded it effortlessly. Instead, he struck me hard in the back, causing me to roll over in pain.
Refusing to be defeated, I swiftly swept his legs from under him, mounting him with a fierce determination. Locking eyes with him, I acted on impulse and pressed my lips forcefully against his, kissing him with an intense passion. At that moment, I dominated him completely, thrusting my tongue into his mouth without hesitation. As he began to respond, I abruptly pulled away, leaving him breathless but aroused, ready to continue the fight.
Standing up, I spoke in a calm, low, and dangerous yet seductive tone, reminding him of the boundaries we had set with Damon in the gym.
In a voice filled with confidence, I declared, "I play by the rules. What comes off stays off? Can you play this game?"
Magnum raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and replied, "Let's see which one of us will be soon without clothes."
He was ready for the challenge.
He aggressively ripped my t-shirt open, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air. I was wearing my sports bra underneath, but he used my own tactics against me, forcefully slamming me to the ground. His lips crashed onto mine, dominating me in a kiss that ignited a primal desire within me. I could feel my anticipation growing, my readiness to let go of all inhibitions. It was time to show him the unleashed passion. No regrets, none at all.
As our intense struggle intensified, our clothes were mercilessly torn apart, one piece at a time. I found myself left with nothing but my panties, while Magnum stood there, practically naked.
Wulfe, wearing a sinister smile, walked away, leaving behind a chilling remark, "Have fun, unleash your desires upon this place, you deserve it."
Not sure what he was going to do, but he was still tuned in. But now I did not care.
I forcefully pushed Magnum down onto the ground, straddling him. My damp panties and hot pussy pressed against his chest. I rubbed myself against his muscular chest, marking him with my musk. I kissed him fiercely, forcing his hands above his head, taking complete control. Then, without hesitation, I sank my fangs into his throat, drinking his hot blood. His moans only fueled my own excitement, and I could feel the hardness of his cock against my back as he reached climax. hot bump landed on my back. I took my time, savoring every drop, relishing in the pleasure of my meal.
But my momentary satisfaction was short-lived. Suddenly, Magnum flipped me over, leaving me naked and vulnerable. He forcefully ripped my panties off, causing a surge of desire to course through me. I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh as he kissed me, holding my wrists tightly in his grip.
It was now his turn to sink his fangs into my throat, and I eagerly moaned, lifting my hips, desperate for the friction. With one brutal thrust, he entered me, fucking me with an urgency that was both intense and savage. Each powerful thrust brought me closer to the edge, while he continued to sip my blood, his cock pulsating inside me.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, my voice filled with desire. "Keep going, don't you dare stop."
He didn't stop. I lost count of how many times I reached a climax as he relentlessly fucked me, his cock pistoning into my cunt like a thick lust piston, his movements fast and unrelenting. His bites left marks all over my body, fueling the fire of our passion. In that moment, I was as fierce and passionate as he was, marking him with my own desire.
I was about to seal our bond, to make the mating mark, but I paused and asked, "Are you sure? Once I do this, there's no turning back. We'll have a mating bond, and you'll feel me on a whole new level, maybe even too intensely."
Magnum, his voice husky with longing, replied, "Do it. I've been waiting for this moment, to be yours, for years. Do it."
With determination, I sank my teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck, channeling my alpha power into the bite. A powerful mating bond formed, connecting us in a way that was almost as strong as the bond I had once shared with Adam. I could feel Magnum on a deeper level, but my lust didn't waver. It wasn't the time for sentimental gestures or starry-eyed emotions.
In the sweat and sex-smelling gym, we had the whole damn place to ourselves. I showed Magnum the exhilarating thrill of fucking in various places and exploring exotic positions. As we moved to a different location, the air in the room seemed to change, becoming sanctified. I couldn't comprehend how he managed to coax out my pent-up rage, but Magnum knew just how to unleash it. Our bodies intertwined in a frenzy, our connection growing stronger with each passionate thrust. The intensity was overwhelming, but Magnum matched my every move, proving his stamina from his time with Mimosa.
At that moment, I had no regrets. It was perfect, exactly what I needed. Feeling desired was an indescribable sensation, one that was amplified by Magnum's husky whispers of adoration and his tender hands exploring every inch of my body. This was more than mindless rutting; it was a profound emotional connection. He made me feel like a woman again, someone who was not burdened by a foolish spell or considered a freak, but instead a beautiful creature worthy of love. It may sound shallow, but I yearned for this validation, to be wanted, cherished, and loved. After all, I was a creature of love.
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