บท 55: 15. What Does The Fox Says?
I awoke in our den, Damon lying next to me. His voice filled the air as he informed me that I had slept for two days and that the rest of the females in our pack were also pregnant. He told me that they had taken ten units of enzymes from me. Big units.
He urged me to go outside and be active while I still could. Being pregnant for just four weeks took a toll on my body, and I needed nourishment. Uncertainty lingered about the distance between myself and the other females, and whether Damon would be there for me during the birthing process. Only time would reveal the answers.
Damon released me to hunt, understanding that he needed to attend to Mariella and organize the other dens. I could still feel the warmth in my loins, a gentle reminder of the new life forming inside me. The number of litters I would bear remained unknown, but if we could make this work, it would be quite extraordinary.
Two-week-old cubs were small yet full of energy, keeping the rest of the pack busy when they reached immortality and were cared for by them. It would be immensely helpful, as these cubs had a tendency to relieve themselves without warning. Ensuring everyone was clean, with no loose mess, was always a hassle. Some of the cubs from the past were too curious to focus on their bathroom habits, requiring guidance to empty themselves.
And, of course, after feeding and emptying, playtime ensued. It became a challenge to gather all the drowsy cubs scattered across the floor and put them in their sleeping box while tending to the smaller ones. However, now our focus would solely be on these tiny ones and their care.
Soon enough, I was on the prowl, capturing a few monkeys and a lizard. I hadn't provided the pack with many lizards to taste, but I indulged in them occasionally. The larger ones were more satisfying as they offered substantial sustenance. Rabbits or similar small prey were also enjoyable to catch and consume. I also nibbled on hay, though I had to be cautious not to eat it immediately after a meal, as it would result in regurgitating what I had just consumed.
The timing was crucial. One thing that always sparked my appetite was grazing on hay before embarking on a hunt. There was an exhilaration in hunting on an empty stomach, with the gratification of a full meal waiting at the end, or as full as my stretched stomach could allow. It wasn't easy to reach satiety with a stomach designed to accommodate ten liters of food, but if I managed to capture something substantial like a capybara, there would be plenty of meat to savor, and I might just find myself pleasantly content.
It was not long after Salvatore spoke in my mind, his voice echoing with a sharpness that cut through my thoughts. "My darling little mate, where are you? Are you in our den? I am free now that the others have been dealt with, and I long to spend some time with you."
The scent of pine and earth filled the air as he continued, "The pack members are eagerly exploring our lands with the help of drones, plotting the best way to find a wonderful pool for us to swim in as a pack."
I knew better than to voice my objections about others finding my perfect swimming area. It was always a time to share.
"No, I am not in the den," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "I have just hunted, and I am about to eat. I will return to the den after I have satisfied my hunger."
Damon, now near me, gently spoke, "Oh baby, another deer? Very well, I will eat first, and then I will give you bits that are suitable for you."
His presence enveloped me, his fur brushing against my side as he had teleported or ambushed me. I had no choice but to surrender my deer to him and watch as he devoured its liver, heart, pancreas, spleen, and a lot of fat. Finally, he ripped a few bits and pieces for me to eat.
Just as I finished the few bits and pieces that he gave me from that deer, number two presented itself. He appeared with a wagyu carcass or pieces of it.
"Here you are, baby. A good meal for you," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "It has been infused with his blood, so you will get your blood as well."
My hunger intensified, and the rich scent of wagyu filled my nostrils as I eagerly started to eat. Wagyu was undeniably tasty, but as a hunter, a predator, and an alpha, giving up my prey had never been easy for me, nor would it ever be.
The damn collar with the implant around my neck weighed heavily on my spirits. But I knew better than to resist. Damon had become a skilled teacher, using pleasure to seduce me into compliance. He showed me the wonders of behaving and, damn it, it was almost addictive. The sensation of his gentle touch as he washed me, his scent mingling with mine, reminded me of the alternative - being sedated and covered in a scented bump, all over me. So, I behaved, even though it was sometimes challenging to be a good girl. But the pleasure and rewards were undeniably enticing, making it all worth it in the end.
I devoured every morsel of that succulent wagyu carcass, leaving only a few scraps for Damon to finish. I felt a twinge of annoyance, as my enzymes had been stolen from me. They were thriving and active, and the Salvatores suspected that they would multiply soon, offering even more to harvest.
I had a small study in mind, a personal curiosity about enzymes. I needed to be in human form for this research, and it wasn't medically necessary, just my own desire to know about cub's enzymes. Did they have their own from birth, or were they a combination of mine and Damon's? It was likely that they carried mine, as I was the one carrying them. But then again, did Damon have enzymes in his bump, or could he transfer them through his fangs? Was it instinctual for him to provide enzymes to the cubs at some point?
These thoughts occupied my scientific mind as I indulged in my meal. Suddenly, Mariella and the wolves emerged from the jungle. The biggest surprise was that they all wore collars and had implants. Even Mariella had her own organ, but she also had a collar and implant. It was clear that every female was now under control, and I was part of something bigger.
Sensing Mariella's frustration, I finished my meal and approached her, gently nudging her. She was in her jaguar form, and her fur tips shimmered with a lusty violet hue. I, on the other hand, was all black, but my blonde stripe was visible even in my feline forms. I led the way as other males explored the jungle, and Mariella followed.
Through our mind link and our pack bond, I shared my little medical project with her. "I have a medical project in mind, something that may already be known, but it's not common knowledge to me. If I share my thoughts with you, can you find out if anyone has information on this?"
Mariella replied, "Of course, I'm curious. As a top-notch doctor, I feel like the pack hasn't fully used your skills and expertise. If you have an idea, I'm more than willing to listen."
I said, "it is about enzymes, specifically enzymes of the cubs. Firstly, do those cubs have any enzymes and where did they get them? Are they from me or from Damon? Or did they make their own? Are those enzymes a cross between mine and Damon's? So many questions. I was thinking of studying my cubs a bit, to see if they have enzymes and if I can identify their source."
Mariella answered, "I have no idea. Enzymes and cubs, well, Lepard and Demon, have their enzymes, but where and when they got them, no one has ever investigated. You might have a veritable goldmine in your hands, and it's going to take Damon and the whole pack. First, they are experts in handling enzymes and know what they are, and furthermore, this is right up their alley. We need to focus on being mothers and caring for the cubs, but you have a good instinct there."
I said quietly as I noticed Damon standing up, licking his lips, and starting to come over, "you told him?"
Soon Damon was next to me, pushing against me, licking me, and said in my mind, "My dear, Mariella is right. We haven't used your medical mind enough, and you just gave yet another project. Us and the magic house."
I did not answer. Damon went and pushed against Mariella, and to my surprise, she moved slightly away, not wanting him to push. I moved away, deeper into the jungle soon enough, as I saw him gripping Mariella's scruff, coming over her, and Mariella's screams told me she was being bred.
I was, this time, wise and behaved, letting the other three girls be more wild, meaning they were bred or drugged, while I, the wise alpha female, took it easy. I told my pack mates I might be hungry so they would deliver meat for me. Of course, as Mr. Salvatore had found my food stash, he might venture into our den and have lunch from there, but it was not too hard for me to replenish my supplies. Well, not at first. Our gestation was, this time, only four weeks, and I got to be pretty free around 18 days or so, but then it started.
There was always someone from our pack, their watchful eyes following my every move as the pregnant alpha female. They believed I shouldn't hunt so eagerly or engage in strenuous activities. But I had no desire to take it easy. Not at all. However, the collar around my neck served as a constant reminder of their control over me. I detested being abruptly pulled away from the thrill of ambushing my prey, only to find myself back in the safety of our cave. Damon Salvatore, my mate, held the damnable remote control, using it to teach me lessons. He warned me only once, and then action followed. It infuriated me when he also informed me how long I had been sedated to sleep. It was a constant irritation.
Our pack had made a path to a nearby pool, and it seemed there was always someone swimming there. I too indulged in the water, but the sarcastic voice of number four reminded me that my implant was water-resistant, rendering my attempts to disable it futile.
While I wanted to swim and enjoy the water, I was informed that it was still too cool for our cubs, so my time in the pool was limited. I found solace in exploring the jungle, searching for plants and herbs. But inevitably, a voice from the Salvatore clan would remark, telling me to rest, take it easy, and wait for them to bring me food.
I was pregnant, not an invalid, but it certainly felt like it. Weekly blood tests ensured I received the necessary nutrients, preventing the need for intravenous feeding. However, any slight decrease in my food intake would require the use of IVs. It served as a powerful motivation to eat correctly.
The food service worked flawlessly; a carcass, whether half or quarter, was always brought to me. It comprised fatty meat and bones, which helped keep my teeth clean. However, my mate, Damon, eagerly assisted me with the bones, devouring the rest of my meal once he noticed I was almost full. It was a lesson for me to learn, the importance of sharing my meal with my alpha male.
I could feel the gentle movements of my cubs growing inside me, their tiny forms shifting and wriggling. Nestled in the safety of our den, I considered retreating to the cozy warmth of the chamber, where a bed of soft fur and blankets awaited me. The thought of resting there, purring softly to my unborn cubs, filled me with a sense of contentment. Everything had been perfect thus far, and I hoped it would remain so.
Our den, an odd concept to contemplate, seemed more like home with each passing day. In my feline form, Damon's pheromones mingled with the air, his presence becoming a constant in my life. It brought us closer together, like mates, yet I held no expectations for him. Instead, I embraced each moment, savoring the simplicity and preparing to bring new life into the world.
Even if I were to give birth alone, I knew help was nearby. The pack would not desert me this time, and the meticulous preparations of our den assured me of that. My various chambers had been carefully arranged, every detail scrutinized to ensure perfection. As the alpha female, a jaguar, a sense of independence began to stir within me. I sensed I would choose to inform others when the time came, rather than rely on their presence during the birth.
Of course, my pheromones played a role in this decision. I wanted to be the scent my cubs would recognize, the one who would care for them. Bottles of reserved milk supplement stood ready, with all the necessary preparations in order. It wouldn't be much longer now. Any day could mark the beginning of my labor. And I had no intention of divulging that to anyone.
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