Bab 84: 4.Ring Ring.
After Mariella left Mimi's fancy tranquil room, a sense of unease lingered within her. The room had exuded an air of truth, but now it was time to move on and let go. Mimi, the underdog, had shown her power over her own body with no adverse effects, and Mariella had keenly sensed her strength.
Subduing Mimi would prove difficult, as she refused to conform to the pack's expectations. Mariella desired harmony, but Mimi's abilities and defiant attitude created a disconcerting atmosphere. Seeking a solution, she knew she needed to discuss this with Damon and gauge his intentions. Perhaps it would be easiest to simply forget about Mimi and continue with their pack of life as usual.
Mariella entered their room and settled on the bed next to Damon, conveying, "The lady is defensive, independent, and refuses to reproduce. She wields her alpha power to manipulate her own body, and her rage is palpable. So..."
Damon looked at her, contemplating the situation. "No drugs would work, right? Not surprising. But now I'm torn. What should I do? Should I give her space and time for whatever she's demanding, or should I take direct action and show her that I won't yield to her demands? But then I think about how long it took me to find myself. What if Mimi is on the same journey?" His voice carried a pensive tone, reflecting his uncertainty.
Mariella smiled and tenderly caressed Damon, reveling in the tactile connection they shared. Mimi, however, still shied away from such intimacy. Maybe a more assertive approach was necessary in this situation to see what it would yield.
Mariella spoke softly, her touch both soothing and affectionate, "My darling, you and Mimi are quite different. How did you find yourself, and what is Mimi doing now? You had Damien. Damien emerged from within you, and it was a tumultuous experience. Finding oneself is no easy feat. You were alone for the first time in a millennium."
Mariella whispered softly in Damon's ear, her warm breath tickling his skin as she spoke. The room was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. Damon had made this room romantic and candles were kind of the ultimate seduction, and the mood in this room was all about love and their connection. The faint scent of passionfruit and lust vines hung in the air, mingling with the musky scent of their bodies.
"In your whole life, for as long as you could remember, Damien had been inside you," she murmured.
The words hung heavy, filled with a sense of longing and vulnerability. "But Mimi. Mimi has had no one inside her. Mimi has just discovered that there are other kinds of people in the world than what she assumed."
The sound of their hushed voices was the only sound that filled the room, a quiet intimacy shared between them. Mariella's fingers traced gentle patterns on Damon's arm, her touch both comforting and electrifying.
"Mimi has just learned that not everything is always what she thinks it is," Mariella continued, her voice tinged with sadness. "For example, the perfect man called Charles revealed a whole new side of him to her. He was a monster, and what he did to Mimi was not nice, not at all."
Damon's gaze met Mariella's, his eyes filled with unspoken thoughts. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the room, the tension palpable.
"She had to face the fact that one she thought would never hurt her, made her feel pain like no other," Mariella spoke softly, her voice laced with empathy. "And you know how fucking hard it is for that lady to change."
As Mariella spoke, her fingers tightened slightly around Damon's arm, a mixture of determination and concern in her touch.
"That lady wants to be in charge of her affairs now and show the pack that I, I, I," Mariella's voice grew sharper, her words filled with determination. "And then how does the leader of the pack take it? Well, that's up to you."
The room grew still; the silence stretching between them as they contemplated the path forward. Mariella's fingers continued their gentle touch on Damon's arm, a reminder of their connection.
"You can give her time and space, but will that help? Does it matter?" Mariella's voice was filled with uncertainty. "Or you can take action. Get close to Mimi and show her you don't care about her little self-exploration."
The room seemed to hold its breath as Mariella's words lingered in the air. The flickering candlelight cast fleeting shadows on their faces, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the scene.
"Also, while you're at it, tell Charles that it's OK to teach Mimi occasionally," Mariella suggested, her tone thoughtful. "You teach Mimi that it might be possible to do tricks like this for her?"
Mariella's voice held a hint of anticipation now, her thoughts drifting towards the future. Her hands continued to caress Damon's arm, a soothing gesture amidst the turmoil of their conversation.
"I think it might be good for Mimi to see what you do for me so that she understands that she's not the only one who gets hurt sometimes," Mariella said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Mimi would also do well to realize that so many things in this pack differ from what she thinks."
The room seemed to grow smaller, the weight of the pack's dynamics pressing down on them. Mariella's words carried a sense of exhaustion, the weariness of having to explain things repeatedly.
"The girl should realize so many things, and I don't have the energy to go around explaining when she's ranting and raving about something," Mariella spoke with a touch of frustration. "How does she sleep on her island? How does she make herself feel safe? But that's not the point of being alone in a pack."
The room felt heavy with the weight of unspoken truths, the tension thick in the air. Mariella's touch on Damon's arm conveyed a sense of urgency, a plea for understanding.
"And, remember, darlin? My love," Mariella's voice softened, filled with affection. "We don't take lone wolves in this pack."
Damon thought about his wife's words for a moment and said, " But when I should be able to be fair to treat everyone the same. If I respect the need for others to be themselves and reflect, shouldn't I allow Mimi the same?"
Mariella wrapped her arms around Damon and took him to bed. Now, Damon should have time to think things over in his head before acting one way. They were passionate and gave in to their passions completely, but there was a consequence, and after a week of hard fucking, Damon cursed when Mariella smelled like heat so damn clearly. Now, it would be too late to do anything to get Mimi in on the act, which meant that Mimi would once again be left behind. Not part of the pack, a lone wolf even though he had sworn to himself so many times that he wouldn't let that happen, and then this happened.
Mariela saw and sensed Damon's frustration, disappointment, and even self-hate. But this was also the lady's own choice, and Damon should remember that. And maybe he remembered. He knew it, and he also knew that this wasn't his decision. He was the pack leader; the alpha fucking male, and he didn't know his stuff when it came to the alpha female. Mimi had done 1-0 to them and showed that she knew her stuff so much better than Damon. She did not want to be in heat, so she had made it so. She held no respect for Damon's position as the alpha male, as he was clueless about his stuff.
And then he might get bored with the whole thing and forget about Mimi for a long time and fuck. And he's changed nothing when it was all just a phase that he thought he'd changed. Here he was, fucking Mariella in heat when the right thing had been that he would have to go to Mimi a week ago, but no he needed to fuck. There went his big change.
Mariella watched as all the emotions flashed across that gorgeous creature's face, and she couldn't help but feel genuine sympathy and know how messed up Damon was right now. This was not a wonderful situation to find oneself and there was nothing they could do about this right now.
Damon sighed and looked at his wife. He said, " Well, there's nothing to be done about it. The heat is on, and it's on. Well, we'll have to put it on. Get in heat and see what comes of it. And then I don't know, darling. I don't know. I would have wished that Mimi had gotten in on this, but when Missy did what she did, I didn't think at all. Not a drop. I was just a fucking machine, not an alpha male. Damn it, I should have gone to her a week ago, tell to her that there are no lone wolves in this pack, and tried to mend things but no, I am just led by my dick. Not my brain."
Mariella thought for a moment and said, " But, Damon, this is not your fault. It's not your fault at all. When the lady gave me the pheromone, I didn't notice it right away when I went to talk to her, but she put some alpha female pheromone in the air. So, when we were talking, I sucked them into me, and then this is the result. We have one very strong alpha female on our hands."
She was disappointed in herself too, as she was too weak to see that pheromone. There had been a time when Mimi had not controlled her pheromones at all, but that was a long time ago, and nowadays, those pheromones were just one more weapon in her arsenal of tricks.
She sighed, frustrated as she asked, "And what do we do with her? How do we keep that power in check, or how do you control your female? This question is for the future because we have a heat season. But we need to find a book or something where she's found those tricks. I'm sure she's read it somewhere. Not everything is just something she's made up."
Her face scrunched up from displeasure as she pondered things out loud.
"And that's the hidden island I'd like to find out. I know she should be allowed to have her own hideaway now. Yes, I know that, and I understand that. But then again, that kind of isolated island so she can sleep by herself and get a sense of security for herself is not conducive to pack life. And that island must be gorgeous. Perfectly laid out. But it's then past the heat if you want to do anything about it. I'm not forcing you. None of us are forcing anyone. Except that little bitch needs to be put in her place and put in her place well. But how do we do it? After the heat, it's a problem. She should be knocked out, drugged, and controlled with drugs. But it's quite difficult if she keeps up the rage all the time."
She was yearning to see Mimi, the alpha female of the pack, being put under control and properly so.
Damon grunted. He noticed her desire to get Mimi in her place, but it would have to wait.
So he remained calm and said, " Let's take one thing at a time and get the heat on now. I've already told the other salvatores to tune up the wolf's heat, including the foursome and Samuel and Bran. It's crazy that there are so many more of us men than women, but lust always gives everyone a chance."
They continued frantically in bed, and Damon tried not to think about Mimi and the future, concentrating only on this matter. He was feeling disappointed, and angry, but then again, heat. Three months of fucking with nothing else was something that he was so ready for.
I knew my little pheromone had gotten through. I noticed it as soon as Mariella picked it up. And that was a good thing. The pack deserved the heat. The pack deserved pleasure. I didn't mind the pack going away for three months. I'd be fine. I'll always be fine. And then we'd look at it again. I didn't deliberately drive the pack away. But I knew that the inevitable heat would come at some point, and I was not in the mood to fight with Damon about hormones or controlling them.
Because it wouldn't amount to a damn thing when I can pretty damn much do things to my body these days. No matter how much power Damon sucks out of me, he can't get me to the core of my alpha power. I am a triple alpha. I am alpha, a feline shifter, a female, and a vampire. That's what I did this with. With my female alpha power only.
And because I've learned always to use every advantage and power you have. Always use every advantage you have. It is one lesson that I have learned over the years and it was almost one of my first lessons in this supernatural life.
I've evolved as an alpha female, perhaps further than Damon has evolved as an alpha male. I am a special creature. My evolution has not stopped and as a siphon, I do collect powers all around me. So those powers will boost my other powers and I will get stronger. And Alpha power is like a muscle more you use it, and manipulate it, the stronger it gets. It is all about the balance, once again.
There was a book that talked about this balance. If the alpha couple were true, it means they loved each other, and they were each other. The alpha male would immediately notice when the female would get stronger and strengthen himself at the same rate. They would grow strong together and the male would be always strong enough for his female. It was the balance of love, or so it was written in that one book. I had seen it when those old couples had been in my clinic.
But when we are us. Me and Damon, I never get that balance of love. It is just a fact that I have known for years and I have accepted it. I did not know what would happen if he or Mariella found out about it. Their balance of love is perfect. He is always strong enough for her and they are together.
Damon's priority is Mariella, who always has been and always will be. Not me, even though I am the alpha female. Damon doesn't pay me the attention an alpha male should pay. And therefore, my alpha power grows in relation to Damon's power in a whole different way.
He can draw that power to himself, but it does not strengthen him to be stronger than I do when he doesn't know how to use it. He can't control it. That's why I get to do these tricks. I have most of the power to myself and, moreover, the knowledge and skill to use my power.
And now, if they could find the book where I read that stuff, it would be nothing but a crisis when Damon realizes what he's done—or what he hasn't done. He might watch me for a month or two and try to be a real alpha male, but in the long run, it won't work. There will be never a balance of love between us. It is just not meant to be. It's just a fact of life that in this pack, the alpha couple is a pretty unusual case.
And I can't help it if my alpha power develops and gets stronger. It's my business. I refuse to stay weak because Damon doesn't want to be an alpha for me. He has no genuine feelings that are needed for this balance of love. You can't be an alpha only part time.
It's an interesting thing about this pack. When I think about these things. Almost 20 of us are in this pack, more men than women. And yet there's only one couple in this pack, one single couple, and that's Damon and Mariella. At one point, I thought that and Charles we would be a couple, but then again, after that stunt, it is quite clear that his feelings for me aren't just romantic ones but he too sees me as strong, almost someone who could enemy or someone that he has permission to hurt and he enjoyed it.
And Charles is indeed into wolves. We're not a couple. I'm supposed to be alone and the lone wolf in the pack. Always alone, always different. It is rather useless to come at me, rave, and rant to me that there are no loners in this pack and then reality sets in.
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