Mornings were a pain. I wanted to eat in peace and now Mariella's new passion would be to get me and Damon back together. I'd taken a pretty fair break from the pack because I knew full well that I was just an obligatory evil, alpha female, alpha power keeper for the time being and there was no spark between us like there used to be.

No, my spark was with Charles. We always had naughty things on our minds at breakfast and I'd make up semi-naughty phrases to say in my head from time to time. Oh that I often ran out of drink and when I went to the fridge to get it Charles would come looking for some.

Our passion lasted 10-15 minutes and then we left the fridge just to chill out and continue eating. If we didn't have a quick one in the fridge then Charles pretty much seduced me with his breakfast. It didn't matter if Adam and Charles and I had already been up all night. No. The wolves were hunting and Damon was probably taking care of them too.

I had decided that if I had to live in a pack, I would live the way I wanted to. With Adam and Charles. I saw how Mariella was disturbed by our relationship. For real. But then again, she and Damon were so attached to each other, it didn't matter. Damon. I didn't even think much of him.

From what I'd observed, the real Damon is the guy who gave me the flank wedding. Darl's guy. And that's why I didn't go anywhere near him because I had a pretty good idea that I wouldn't be a good wife but would let the sentences come out of my mouth and I'd be screwed.

So I focused on my two perfect dangerous men. Charles was now very possessive because he too saw Damon as a threat. I was Charles and Adam, at least in their eyes, much more than Damon. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

We decided to move after two weeks when Mariella wanted to see other houses. We were going to South Dakota. Oh, I could get to the safety of the wing. We could if these two wanted to come with me.

We teleported to the house and Mariella and Damon walked side by side. I went straight outside to the wing and into the kitchen to eat. Mariella had been so frantic with Damon that those two wouldn't get far.

I had a really great meat fridge and freezer here because I had bought about once a local farm empty of meat. Now I could even make a cookout once in a while. The kitchen was fully stocked and I loved being in the wing, safe and sound, in my own peace and quiet.

The whole alpha female alpha male thing got on my nerves sometimes and I felt like nowadays it was all about sex and fucking, but that's how it had been with Damon and me back in the day. Our monthly marathons. For some reason, it didn't hit me anymore and I hadn't felt that connection with Damon for a while, our true soulmate bond was flimsy, flimsy when compared to what it was between him and Mariella.

Similarly, the bond between me and Charles and Adam was much stronger. And I couldn't blame it on time because I've actually been with Adam longer than Damon. And Adam and I have always had a connection. Always. There wasn't a thing I didn't do for Adam when he was my alpha.

It was just time and unfortunately, Damien and all the experiences did their job and here was the end result. Tepid. It was amusing that one time after Damon had divorced me, he had told his future wife that we had diluted. Now we've diluted. Of course, Damon can fuck and satisfy a woman, that's not the point.

But the need, which at least I had once when I couldn't get enough of Damon, is gone. I put my idle musings aside and started preparing for the cooking marathon. This was going to be wonderful. I went to the freezer and got a trolley into which I stuffed all the exotic meats and the usual.

I know I must eat wagyu, there was that too but with more special cuts. I took the meat to the counter to defrost in different containers, I would have time to make soup bases and sauces before the meat was defrosted every time. I was humming with happiness as I gathered the supplies and then smelled the apple and chocolate.

Charles was somewhere. He came and wrapped himself around me and looked over my shoulder at what I was doing. He said, "You're humming, what, honey, so wonderful you're doing now?"

I smiled and turned around and wrapped myself around Charles and said "Food, meat. Come and see my love."

Charles was allowed nicknames. He had no problem with them. Damon, well I don't know if it was Damien, but the nickname turned into a shed session once and an assault in the gym another time. So no nicknames. But this individual didn't care.

I took my lover to see my meat and he whistled lowly. And said, " Now that's a lot of meat, where on earth did you get this from?"

I smiled and said "I once bought one from a local farm for next to nothing. As you can see there's plenty to do, my husband, mine."

Charles glued me to the wall and kissed me very insistently. I said, Of course, those meats have to melt..."

Charles grinned and said, "Not yet honey, I'm going to go down to the pool and do some laps, you cook my sweetie and I'll eat." I watched as Charles left as the panther made his way to the downstairs pool. This was the wing where we had made a big fucking swimming pool in the basement and it was one of Charles and Adam's favourite places.

Mariella sighed and lay under Damon, sweaty and satisfied. Still, so many things bothered her when she knew that everything was not yet right. One thing that was grinding this pack down was the relationship between Mimi and Damon.

Mimi had let Damon go. Completely. She was now only with Adam and Charles. Sure, Damon had fucked Mimi, but there had always been a reason. Cooling down or a display of alpha power.

But Mimi kept the distance from Damon and a good distance it was. Mariella knew it was bothering Damon as much as it was bothering her. Because she knew and felt that her connection with Damon was what it should be

. But the truesoulmatebond between Mimi and Damon was like a wet rag. limp, lifeless, weak. And if it stayed that way for long, it would fade. And Mariella would know that Mimi wouldn't be horrified, she'd just accepted it. When Mimi was so unconditional. It was yes or no for Mimi. Black or white. To be or not to be.

Whereas Damon and she saw the whole gamut in between. They saw all the maybes. All the grays. Even now, Mimi was in the wing. What Damon had said, was a bit like Mimi, Adam, and Charles have their own house linked to this house. And they wouldn't have any visitors.

But now that it was a new time, Damon was the pack leader and he could do something about it. He was also a pretty damn powerful wizard and energy being. Maybe it was time Damon showed the whole pack that he really was a pack leader. And besides, Mariella was curious.

What would that wing, Mimi's kingdom be like? She said to Damon " Honey, aren't you a pack leader? Then why is the wing still closed? Because we're not going to get so in heat now that we have to isolate ourselves, are we? Have you ever even been out there? I'm bloody curious. I want to see it. "

Damon sighed, he had never been in this wing. And he remembered how he and Mimi had connected even in the wing. But that connection was gone, dead and gone. Damon knew he had Mariella now and he should be totally fine. But why did it bother him so much? Why should he have it all?

He got up and took Mariella into the shower and took her violently in the shower. Then he picked out Mariella's clothes and did her hair. Mimi had blonde short hair again, which Damon didn't really think was beautiful, but Charles liked it. They started to move and came to the door of the wing. It was locked, no surprise there.

Damon decided to test his strength and used some energy and blew the lock. Blew it to pieces. He opened the door and entered the wing. There was an atmosphere all of its own.

This was decorated in a completely different way to the main house. Here there was soft carpeting all over the floor at least in the corridors. The doors to the rooms were closed and each had a locking mechanism as in a reminded them of a hotel. Some rooms were open and Mariella saw lovely soft beds, beautiful carpets, and curtains. She knew this floor had been Mirella's because most of the rooms were empty and stripped.

What Damon had told her about Mimi, this was Mimi's way. To remove all the evil. And when Mirella had turned out to be evil it had been a slap in the face for Mimi because she had trusted Mirella for decades. And now she was a fucking traitor.

She passed the end of the floor and moved on to the next. This one was full of colors and geometric shapes. This was a mimosa. This was less of a hotel than the previous floor and there were vending machines where you could get coffee or cocoa, pizza, and fast food.

There was a blood room and Mariella absolutely loved it. The chairs were perfect and she found a treat, an angel. She went to sit in the chair and slowly sucked on the bag. Perfect.

Then she enjoyed herself for a moment and watched as Damon sat in another chair and just watched her, enjoying in admiration. They continued to go floor by floor until they reached the top floor.

This, too, was Mimi's domain. All of Mimi's floors were heavily protected. The rooms were closed as well as the medbay had been. Damon liked to poke the locks with energy and soon there was not a room on any of Mimi's floors with a working lock.

There had been nests where Mimi had recovered, and their energy was somehow so lonely, so desperate. Different, and Mariella found herself curious about Mimi. Damon had told her one thing and another about Mimi, but as he never did many flea gigs and he himself had guessed that some part of him knew that would be too much of a risk.

Damien would be a risk to let into the fleas and that's why he never attended while doing a few gigs here and there. The fleas had been in Mimi's life for many decades and she was never part of it. Adam had been much more involved and that's why Mimi and Adam had such a damn strong truesoulmatebond. Because they were truly soul mates.

Damon knew that Adam had once, or how would he know if more than once, seen the plaque where Mimi herself had carved all the people who had died at the fleas. Adam had been on one such trip when Mimi's strike team of 22 fleas had died on the job and Mimi had been caught.

Damon didn't even realize he was saying the thing out loud until Mariella wrapped herself around him when he got to the point where he went to talk some sense into Mimi who was being held captive by Sark.

And how he had then gone a second time and believed when sark had lied that Mimi had broken free from the scaffold and killed the nurses and was therefore being kept sedated in bed. He had a new wife at the time. Petra. He had then killed Petra himself when the truth had come out.

He told the whole story to Mariella, not every detail but enough. Then they began to smell the many smells of cooking and concluded that Miss Mimi was cooking. This was getting interesting. The other end of this floor was all kitchens and now they could hear Mimi working there.

She was humming and seemed pleased. Damon straightened up and somehow took on a more beastly attitude which only made Mariella wet herself even more.

I was making sauce bases when I smelled passionfruit and peach. No shit. How did those get on the wing? Fine, leave it then. We'll see about that now that the committee has been at the review again.

I concentrated on watching the sauces and soon a cough came from the door. I said "I'm in the cooking mode now, so I'm not socializing. Too many lovely new meats."

Ahhh my sauce bases were starting to come together and soon I would be able to add a groundhog to this. I'll have to see if it's melted yet. I turned around and ran straight into Damon who had come up behind me.

He grabbed me and said " Where are you off to in a hurry baby? Can we talk maybe sometime? I don't think I have the plague yet and yet you've been avoiding me. Why?"

I sighed and said "I'm in the middle of cooking. Will you let me get on with it perhaps? "

Damon was determined and said "Mimi, what the fuck is wrong? What on earth is wrong with you? You'd think you'd be happy that Damien's not in me anymore. Now I'm safe for you to approach too. Come on baby start talking."

I sat down and when Damon let go of me I said " We're not together anymore. You told me that yourself. Don't dwell on the past, focus on the present. Your gorgeous wife and I don't know, go to the Azores and spend a month or two there. Now, Damon, you're really free. Now you can do whatever you want. And be with whoever makes your soul sing, and I know it's not me. So, please. Now let me get back to cooking." '

Damon looked at me for a moment and went over to Mariella, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. Then they teleported away. I shook my head. And I went back to cooking.

Damon himself said to me, quite frankly. He doesn't know if we exist anymore. He doesn't. I've known it all along. The fact that Damon takes care of me when I'm sick, that's his protector's side and the way he always took care of me, but our relationship is no more. At least it's not what Damon probably thinks he wants, because I don't want it now.

I have a thing and a fucking good thing with Adam and Charles. and it pisses me off when I have to share them too, but I can take it. But the fact that I have to somehow fit in between Mariella and Damon or in the same job no thanks.

Mariella sighed. Again the same thing. Somehow Mimi knows how to say or do something to throw Damon off balance. This would take time and patience. Mariella let Damon unload everything. Mimi had now taken hope away from Damon again for a while and that was not a good thing.

Because Mariella knew that Damon wanted a relationship with Mimi and she so bluntly said it to his face. Huhuh. As said, one should be patient. Mariella loved Damon's pheromones, they were so perfect, but neither Charles nor Adam had given her pheromones yet.

An idea started to develop in Mariella's head. A group session. Mimi wouldn't get away with it. And maybe she would still find her passion with Damon. And cows would fly. Mariella thought sourly.