Chương 114: 34. Nothing Gonna Stop Us Now.
Number two and five approached Mimi cautiously, their faces filled with shock as they took in her fragile state. Mariella watched as number two gently cradled Mimi in his arms, his touch tender as he removed the IV, leaving the cannula behind. As Mimi stirred slightly, number five murmured comforting words to her, creating a soothing atmosphere. In an instant, they teleported straight to the Medbay.
Meanwhile, Mariella, wrapping herself around him tightly, sought solace in Damon's embrace. With a hunger in her eyes, she sank her teeth into his neck, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and surprise from him. She velveted him straight away. Not letting him give any arguments. Damon was placed in the incubator, just like Adam and Mimi, to be nourished and rested. Mariella positioned herself close to his lap, holding onto him with unwavering devotion.
As number two, and five, Charles, and the other boys focused their attention on caring for Mimi, they discussed the importance of extracting a small amount of her blood to ensure its safety. Mariella, having returned from her earlier errand, noticed their unwavering dedication to Mimi. Although Mimosa and Shadow seemed unfazed by their presence, Mariella couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy rising within her.
Charles had shown genuine concern for Mimi. He had been almost frantic when they had been missing and for Charles, Mimi had been the only one in his mind. As Mariella saw it, Charles had been neglecting his role as Mariella's protector. Mariella had to exert an effort to maintain a sense of calm and control amongst the group, especially considering the danger Mimi had unknowingly put the pack in. If only she had disclosed the existence of her old enemies earlier, precautions could have been taken to guarantee a safe activity day.
However, number two had dismissed her concerns, claiming that nobody would have bothered to investigate. He even accused Mariella of selfishly distracting Damon with her own desires, rather than protecting Mimi from her enemies. Meaning, even if Mimi would have said something, Mariella would have ensured that Damon's focus would be on her greedy pussy and not on Mimi's possible enemies.
Mariella felt a wave of frustration at his blunt honesty, but deep down, she knew there was truth in his words. Number two was always brutally straightforward, both physically and verbally. He didn't sugarcoat anything. Excusing himself, he left to check on Mimi, leaving Mariella to glance at the computer displaying Mimi's fragile condition.
It became clear to her that the current care Mimi was receiving was insufficient. Perhaps it was time for Mimi to be transferred to the intensive care unit, where her delicate state could be better managed. A plan was starting to form in her mind, which had been now filled with jealousy.
Mariella made a few urgent phone calls, her voice trembling as she pleaded with Colin to come and witness her fragile state. She spoke to him about the necessity of Mimi's recovery in their hospital, where the latest technology and round-the-clock care would ensure her well-being. Mariella couldn't guarantee that the other men would always be available to attend to Mimi's needs.
She was skilled in manipulating situations to her advantage, always knowing how to get what she wanted. This time, she craved attention and pampering, feeling that she deserved it after enduring her own suffering and relentless worry. She wanted the focus to be on her, as well as on Mimosa and Shadow. Mariella was aware that some pack members might be upset, but she couldn't ignore Mimi's dire need for intensive care. She was confident that Damon, at the very least, would understand her decision.
It took the men a couple of weeks to adjust to the incubator and feeding routine before Mariella granted permission for Damon to wake up. Leaving Mimi in the capable hands of Samuel and Colin, she whisked the rest of the pack away to Ireland for much-needed recuperation. Mariella ensured the wolves were well taken care of by the men she had assigned to their care.
Before Damon could fully awaken, she targeted two and five on her list. Those men belonged to her, not Mimi. It was high time she received the attention and pampering she craved. This period had been challenging for her as well, and she felt utterly powerless when she couldn't locate or assist them.
In her desperation, she resorted to expressing herself through sex and jealousy, as no one had ever shown her a better way. She concocted a spell and potion to unravel the alpha power shared between Mimi and Damon, driven by her jealousy and fear of their strong bond. She never stopped to consider whether it was useful, consumed by her envy.
As Damon awoke, he found himself disoriented and in disarray. Mariella, however, had a few tricks up her sleeve, using subtle dental substances to ignite his passion and primal desires. Now, Damon no longer felt Mimi's presence so closely; his focus shifted entirely to his Mariella.
They engaged in passionate and intense fucking. Their moans and gasps were heard throughout the castle, waves of their lust felt in the air, sealing their bond forever. They were each other, always and forever, and no one could come between them.
As Colin carried Mimi into the hospital with the help of Samuel, who effortlessly teleported them into the bustling intensive care unit, a rush of Irish profanities escaped Colin's lips, stinging the air around him.
Samuel, taken aback, questioned Colin, "Why are you swearing even worse than Mimi?"
Colin raised his wet hand, frustration evident on his face, and replied, "Miss is attempting to hibernate, and it's a damn awful thing because her straps are not cooperating, constantly slipping."
Samuel remained silent but swiftly made his way to the medicine cabinet, retrieving a syringe filled with an anti-hibernation drug. Together, they delicately shifted Mimi's position so that Samuel could administer the drug directly into her brain. Mimi let out a weak moan. Colin murmured soothingly to her, his words barely audible.
After the injection was complete, Samuel grabbed the strapping agent and a few bags, hanging them on a nearby drip stand. He carefully connected the strapping agent to Mimi's cannula in her neck. Colin kept a watchful eye on her straps, intermittently swearing under his breath, while Samuel adjusted the flow of the drug. As Mimi's condition stabilized slightly, Colin retrieved his bags and began searching for small bottles, carefully administering drops into Mimi's mouth, all the while remaining vigilant of her straps. They were incredibly delicate, and the last thing they needed was for someone to disturb Mimi's fragile state. Colin desperately wanted her to keep her straps intact.
She was quite the handful. Exhausted, Colin settled himself next to her, and Samuel approached, handing him a stack of papers and a cup of coffee. Both men had devoted themselves entirely to caring for Mimi, neglecting their own needs. Mimi, frail and stressed, her cortisol levels skyrocketing, faced yet another hidden infection.
Colin ran his hands through his greasy hair, realizing that it had been far too long since he had managed to take a shower. He had been faithfully at Mimi's side, his idol, tending to her day and night. It dawned on him that perhaps she would have fared better under the watchful eyes of the pack, in a more controlled environment. But Mariella, ever manipulative, had once again interfered.
All they could do now was ensure that Mimi didn't hibernate, prevent any further infections, and safeguard her precious straps. Soon enough, she would awaken, even if only for a brief moment. Her straps, not fully restored, had at least remained stable, and she had ceased her futile attempts to hibernate, instead gradually absorbing the much-needed nourishment into her body. With cortisol and stress being her biggest adversaries, Colin hoped that she would fare better if she could remain awake.
I woke up in the sterile hospital room, the faint smell of antiseptic lingering in the air. As I slowly regained my senses, I realized that this was our hospital. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my weakened body, as memories of everything we had been through flooded my mind. But amidst it all, I felt a profound sense of loneliness. The bond between Damon and me had been shattered, leaving me disconnected and alone.
Despite my weariness, a surge of determination coursed through me. I needed to gather myself and regain control. Although the room had been arranged to provide comfort, it still reminded me of the medical setting I yearned to escape. A whirlwind of emotions swept through me - disappointment, longing, and even relief, knowing that it would have been too much to bear. Acceptance took time, as I reflected on the uniqueness, perfection, and awesomeness of our connection.
But now, here I was, in the hospital, while the Pack was likely in Ireland. At that moment, I wished I had been in better health when we shared that bond. If only I had been stronger, no force in the world could have broken it. I recalled the teachings of the alpha females, how the bond between mates, the alpha bond, becomes unbreakable. I had been too weak to solidify our bond, and now I no longer needed it.
I could still feel Damon, but he felt me less, for he had given it away. I knew he no longer wanted or needed me, as he had Mariella now. Our connection had merely been a means for him to escape and find strength. I kept this knowledge hidden in my mind, deciding not to confront him about it.
It was time for me to be alone once again, to heal and become better on my own. The pack bonds had grown stronger for me, fueled by jealousy from Mariella, who desired them all. I knew that if the pack tried to care for me, I would end up under the care of others, unconscious and vulnerable. I wanted to avoid that, even if it meant not receiving their help. I was still so exhausted that I didn't immediately remove the IV tubes.
When Samuel came to check on me, he furrowed his brow and asked, "Why have you left all the tubes in place?"
Samuel appeared haggard, his face adorned with stubble. He looked utterly worn out, and his frame had become noticeably thin. I couldn't help but comment, "You look terrible, like shit, you know. I still feel so damn weak. There's no energy left in me. But I'm getting up and moving soon. No need to worry about me."
Samuel replied, "You've been here for six weeks, just waking up. We've been working tirelessly on you, my lady. For about five weeks, you were on the brink of giving up, losing your straps, trying to hibernate multiple times, and battling countless infections. It's no wonder you're still weak. I may look like shit, but Colin is worse off. I finally convinced him to sleep and take a shower after six long weeks. Mariella called him about six weeks ago, asking to come and see you. Men are recovering, but it's been a struggle."
My interest piqued, and I asked, "In Ireland?"
Samuel nodded and continued, "I apologize. Mariella severed that bond between you two. Charles would love to come, but you know Mariella, it's nearly impossible. Lately, she's been in a princess-like mood, and Charles is at his wit's end. There are also some issues within the pack."
I nodded understandingly and said, "Well, I'll find somewhere in the house to recover. Let the Pack know they can visit me whenever they want."
Samuel frowned and looked at me, saying, "I would prefer to keep you here for a while, considering your frail state. But then again, you have an iron will. Alternatively, I could come and live with you, watching over you, and serving you."
I furrowed my brow and replied, "I'll be fine."
I unhooked myself and sat up.
Samuel cautioned, "You only weigh 29 kilos, so you should still be in bed."
Ignoring his concerns, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower cascaded over me, rejuvenating my senses. Gathering my strength, I dressed myself, and Samuel brought me some food. At that moment, I didn't care what it was, as long as I ate. And then, I left. My powers had returned, thanks to Mariella's intervention, or perhaps my own development.
I went to the Belgian castle when Samuel told me that the Pack had been there. Well, they had been up to something. I'd been in the hospital for six weeks. I'd been in captivity for over three months and in the care of the Pack for a couple of weeks. Samuel told me that Damon and Adam had been in the incubator for two weeks. Yes, I remembered every fucking experience. And the only consolation was that Damon killed everyone.
I contacted a couple of my contacts and told them at the castle, they would make sure that the castle was destroyed properly and anyone involved who was caught would be killed. I went to one room, rested for a few days, and moved to my English mansion, the one in which we had spent that year together. I had kept it untouched, and it would be an excellent place to recuperate, reflect and wait for the lust pack to fuck the dams off. I mean, sex was the last thing on my mind at the moment, and my recovery was the main thing, both physical and mental.
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