As I returned to the kitchen, Wulfe had already distributed jugs of blood to Salvatores, who sipped them happily; Mariella, however, did not receive any; it was one of Wulfe’s lessons: no libido enhancers for her.
I went to sit at my place because Damon had already brought an array of smoothies and a few of my thermoses; he had reserved one for himself, and numbers five and two each had one thermos.
I had no regrets, and this was just one more lesson for both Mariella and Damon.
Wulfe had developed some serious balls during our time in that pocket universe, and he had no qualms about making everything work as he saw fit.
Colin was enraged, and I assumed Wulfe had informed him as well about the heat-inducing plan.
I saw an expression on my secret mate’s face that said he wasn’t going to be silent, but he had something to say and would definitely say it.
Damon brought us a large tray with my meat, fried and chopped, a few potatoes, my butter, and a few sweet potatoes drenched in what appeared to be cream sauce.
Mariella glared at our tray as Charles brought her chicken skewers, salad, and lamb nuggets, as well as a large bottle of pineapple juice, which was actually perfect for her, and she loved it, so it was good for her.
As Damon sat down, he too gulped a bit more blood, licking his lips and sighing softly.
He took a knife and fork and piled them onto my plate, mainly meat and mashed sweet potatoes, and made sure the butter was fully melted.
“Eat up, baby; this is good for you. But it’s even better for me,” he said as he began to devour his plate.
I ate my own food while others ate as well; my cake had been cut and sliced and placed on plates with some ice cream and even more whipped cream.
Plates were placed on other counters so that when we finished eating, it would be time for dessert.
It was tense in the kitchen because Wulfe was as loaded as he could be, and Magnum, Colin, and Murdock were nearly bursting out of their seams with rage because they had enjoyed our slow seduction games and were not in the mood to be sex slaves for Mariella.
I had only eaten about one-third of my portion when Colin said, “Just so you know, heat is not going to happen. Let me tell you what would happen if you continued to be a spineless wimp obeying Mariella’s pussy.” Colin said in a poisonous tone.
Damon responded, “Be my guest, Ferrell, if you know better than me.”
Wulfe, the next speaker, spoke in a calm and dangerous tone, saying, “Look to your right; reason is right there.”
Damon looked at me, furrowed his brow, and began to think.
Colin said, “You have the strongest alpha female in the entire freaking universe, and you obey the weakest female in the pack? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He continued in a poisonous tone, “First you barge into our party, and within 24 hours it had turned into Mariella’s private orgy, while you were attempting to suppress alpha power on Elena and Katherine. Then you ignore your alpha female, do not seduce her, do not work with her, do not ask for forgiveness, and try to play by our rules, but your brains are rotten whenever Mariella spreads her legs.”
Colin was furious.
He went on, “Now, if you were induced to heat in less than three weeks, all the females would have their heats in knots; Mariella would have a uterine infection; Mimi, Katherine, and Elena would have a significant drop in libido, possibly an aversion to sex, not to mention Mimi’s rage; their alpha power would repel yours, making this into a huge mess, which would drive you to fuck your brain out with Mariella. Other salvatores might have a chance, but Mariella would go back into princess mode after regaining dominance, turning Mimi into a villain and herself into a victim whose heat Mimi messed up.”
He took a piece of meat, hitting his fork forcefully to the plate, and ate it quickly, chewing and gulping coffee to wash it down.
Number four said, “I agree. In order for us to get heat, it would have started with Mimi, and still, according to a few books, it is difficult, right, Colin?” he asked, his doctor’s voice evident, making Mariella glare at him.
Colin nodded and said, “If and when you decide to get heat, Mimi is key, but it is not still a walk in the park, and you prepare that heat might not get off; it is not Mimi’s fault; it is just a fact that shifters who have not had true heat regularly in years are slow to get on. So it takes time and effort. Now, when heat comes, it might be short, or hard, or a flop, but one thing you must keep in mind, Mimi, is the key; therefore, she must be focused, never to be blamed but focused, one to be kept in line, one to be cared for, to be secured. Remember, Damon, you have a special bond; you will need to tap into that then, and it is not a surefire thing. Knots might happen, and it might take a few good years until heats are regular and easier, and knowing our esteemed alpha female, it is more than likely they will be more or less mode heats.”
Mariella rolled her eyes, muttering, “Of course, it’s always about that damn special snowflake.”
This caused Colin to snap at her, “You know, Princess, you don’t need to have heat. And since this is a pack, if your attitude continues, we might just vote against heats. As you know, this is a pack, not a tyranny, so no matter how you use your cunt, it’s not up to you. Keep that attitude up, please, and I can show you what I can do other than be an anaconda.” There was now real danger in Colin’s voice.
I sent him my love, trying to calm him down.
Because our bond was special, his irritation seemed to hit right into my rage, making it roar.
This, in turn, made Magnum and Wulfe look at me sharply.
I was not in the mood for rage-release therapy right now.
Damon grunted as he mulled this over.
I saw right away that Mariella was not happy, as she had once again called out and made to look bad.
She lacked self-regulation and good manners, and was overrun by her lust.
It was as if she had permitted herself not to even try to behave once the life in our pocket version was done and she was back to being a princess, a pussy with legs.
I had no idea what it would take for her to grow the hell up, and frankly, I wasn’t so sure if she ever even could.
And I didn’t really care, as I didn’t have to pull the whole thing on all the time.
I could also do what I wanted, and I didn’t have to think about the pack all the time, making sure it functioned perfectly.
Nope, that time was over, and now it was for me to have a life as well, as an individual, not just as an alpha female.
I said in a quite chilly tone, “I’m off to work, saving the world, etcetera, and I guess most of us are coming too. But for those who have something more important on their minds, have at it.”
My tone wasn’t friendly.
As I continued, I said, “I’m not the alpha female pulling the pack forward anymore. I’m just one pack member. What you do is no longer solely my responsibility. So, go on, drink up, boys. Wulfe made some nice mixes for you. And Mariella, you’re about to get what you wanted: cock and plenty of it. It’s a shame they’ll soon be in no mood to bother with your preferences and pleasure, but rather to see what you truly are: a set of holes.”
This little exposé made numbers five and two, as well as number eight, drink even more blood.
Numbers nine and ten followed suit, as they weren’t particularly fond of Mariella and, frankly, saw her mostly as a set of holes at that moment.
That blood mix certainly hit the Salvatores.
What was quite surprising, however, was the eagerness of number one.
He practically guzzled his jug, looking at Mariella and softly saying, “Yeah, darlin’, that blood packs a punch. Let me guess, baby, split demons?”
Wulfe chimed in, “King, it’s an entire bag per jug. So there are a few other nice bloods my unicorn had. Enjoy your time with your set of warm holes.”
Mariella gulped and pursed her lips.
Number nine noticed this and said, “You buttercup, you need to perform, so eat up. And by the way, we’ve had our dental work done, meaning no bump for you. We’ve stopped our bump production, so no feeding for you and not much time to eat.”
Number one smiled too, almost cruelly.
Well, Mariella was about to get what she was after.
The path was utterly wrong for her, but it was what it was.
I was determined to make a good impression here, so I kind of ripped off my next words, launching into a mushy, purple-prose sentence aimed at Wulfe.
“Wulfe, you are an amazing creature.
While I know our time will span millennia, I can’t help but feel a certain anemoia for the time you have seen and lived.
It must have been something.
You, my other half, are a true nefelibata who has taught me so much.
As we smell petrichor walking outside, hand in hand, I couldn’t be happier.
Your sonder must have been amazing, as it has made you so perfect.
You reach such eunoia that I can only dream of.
Perhaps it’s because you’ve been around so long, or perhaps you are simply my ultimate querência.
With you by my side, I feel this clinomania each morning, wanting only to be with you.
We’ve both had our share of monachopsis, that much I know, and maybe that’s the glue that binds us together.”
Wulfe smiled, wiping his eyes, and said, “Damn my unicorn, you had to do this to me again. You are mine, so much more than anyone else’s. You and I will be together until the very end. And when the time comes, know that leaving you will be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my whole life, because, my love, you have completed me, given me my heart, taught me to love, and let me feel your love for me.” His voice was thick with emotion as we sent love to each other.
Mariella pursed her lips and scrunched her face, clearly not understanding the words, but the emotion behind them was undeniable.
Damon’s fork was bent in half; Magnum and Charles smiled, and Colin looked impressed.
Charles smirked condescendingly at Mariella, telepathically explaining the meaning of Wulfe’s words, which only made her expression sourer.
There were no grand love confessions from her, only ever-increasing lust stemming from the Salvatores, evident in their knowing smirks.
Mariella realized that her impulse control had once again failed her, leading to this predictable outcome.
She had no idea how many times she would need to learn this lesson before truly understanding that her lust-filled schemes never worked, not when she wasn’t the alpha female.
If she had spoken to me and planned with me, making this our mutual plan, the outcome would have been entirely different.
However, she had dismissed me yet again, and I was not afraid to use my position as alpha female to make her see the error of her ways.
I was unsure what it would take for her to learn the correct way of doing things.
Perhaps a snappier attitude from Damon would be necessary, but then again, as he was easily swayed by flattery and Mariella’s cunt and tits, it was unlikely Mariella would receive strong enough feedback from him.
Since he was the pack leader, the responsibility fell to him.
What truly angered Mariella was the individuality of the Salvatores, as some still preferred me over her.
For now, they would use her as a means to an end, teaching her a lesson while enjoying themselves.
Number five, as well as number two, had told me quite a lot over the years in our pocket universe about what those parties were all about, meaning females were drunk and used and kept in a drunken state until they passed out, and then the next one was on the row.
There were no names, or if there were, there were no real names, and people came and went.
Number two said to me that he could not remember their faces, not even their bodies, unless there was something wrong, like different-sized tits or a big mole.
They were just a set of holes and nothing more.
Females were looking for relaxation; some of them had come because of heartbreak, some of them had been nymphos, and some of them were just looking for free booze and food.
It was not as glamorous as one might think.
And now Mariella was pretty much going to be just one more of those; she would not be a cherished wife or partner but just a body to be used, as it was all she deserved.
I knew that it was quite hard for my five, meaning numbers two, four, five, nine, and ten, to go and be with Mariella and not to come with me to work, but then again, they had a good dose of Damon’s cruelty, and unlike number one, these were channeling that cruelty to Mariella, not to me.
It’s ironic, really.
I had to admit it to myself, but I said it out loud, looking at numbers four and five, “You know guys, I don’t say this enough times, but I am one lucky girl. I mean, after all of my years of struggling to reach for something I yearned for, yet never got, this redamancy from you seems like heaven. I mean, I have what I have always wanted; I no longer need to be an eccedentiast. But I can smile for real, as I can feel your love for me.” I sent my love, my pure love, to each of the Salvatores, all ten of them.
I had taught them all to make pure love as well, and I got quite flooded back, even from number one.
He was one of the strictest when it came to messing with and mixing energies, as he had read a lot during that time.
So even I could no longer mix my energies so much; he had made Mariella and Wulfe construct a whole new way for my energy exploration and siphoning.
As I sometimes liked to test things out, and as I was not an energy creature, I lacked insight into what the outcome would be.
Say, I once combined solar energy, my lust, and my rage.
Well, as I gave it a bit of number one, Mariella was less happy, as her summer days were spent in bed by one damn eager and rough Salvatore.
Every time the sun hit him, it activated my super lust, and my rage boosted him so he did not say no.
As said, he made this new system after that minor incident.
But now it was time to move on, start my life as a leader, as an alpha female, once more, and leave this lust-filled time behind me.
Surely there would be challenges up ahead, but I was more than ready to take them head-on.
Surely I was pissed off on one point, as my perfect relaxation had been ruined, but my life- this is it; it is what I make out of it, not anyone else.
Just me.
And Wulfe, of course.