I asked Charles as he teleported us into another room "Why?" Charles growled, "You are mine, I don't share, not easily, and now that Salvatore has found his true partner why won't he let me keep mine?" Oh, this one can be very possessive sometimes.

I said "Wouldn't you have liked to try Mariella? You do."

Charles looked at me for a moment and said " Don't you think my choice is pretty obvious, honey?" I was content and happy, for so many years, when Charles decided to become part of my life in the Sicilian house during that one European gig. It did change my life completely. I was happy and at peace.

We lay in each other's arms long enough for me to fall asleep on my perfect mattress again. When I woke up my mattress had once again escaped but I felt wonderful, enjoyable. A real Charles feeling.

You know, the kind of feeling where you've had pheromones, a good fucking, and then you get to lie there like a limp rag on top of Charles and fall asleep on it. I stretched and found when I got into the shower that Charles had left me only my knickers and one of his own shirts, a used one.

I sniffed it before I got in the shower. It smelled like apple and vanilla and burning wood, like a real outdoor sauna. Fine, I'll go to the sauna today and tell Charles what I'll do thereafter I do it.

The husband seduction series going on. Adam was a hothead. If I took him with me, I wouldn't have time to do anything. When he'd already been inside me, hot and hard and demanding. I was getting wet just thinking about it and I knew it was only morning so I had to take it easy my men couldn't take it.

I then went to look at the aquarium and discovered once again that we had hatchlings. Well, I had a nursery so where do I put the fry to grow, but they were born at such a rate that I had to keep putting them in. But if I had a plant. The idea started to form in my head.

I said to Charles in my head "My husband, my beloved. I have a new plant that I would like us to make. A fish hatchery. We're having fry at such a rate that there would probably be a demand for them and then we'd have fish in the new tanks again. "

Charles said " Fine, I'll see what I can do, honey. " Oh Charles was wonderful, he made it all happen. And this time the plant wouldn't have to be a Salvatore. It might as well be a Cornick. Nobody would mind. But then to continue with the plan of seducing husbands.

That would include a sauna, for sure. But how to guarantee our own peace? I know we're a pack and a sex-energized pack, but I just want Adam and Charles. And there's nothing wrong with that, but Mariella and I aren't the only women. Mimosa and shadow are also sex energy creatures and demand to be fucked so it's just a matter of sharing men as best we can. Luckily Salvatore sometimes takes care of the wolves so I don't have to be constantly giving my men to the rest of them.

I then went to look at the supplies and I had quite a few different stimulants, I decided to test them out a bit in between. But when I had a problem.

I did the energy. Fuchsia-coloured lust. I'm an energy-exploiting creature. I'm also the power reserve of the pack, a kind of battery, and the chaos cat told me in a dream that over the years I would get powers of all sorts and they would be of such a kind that the whole pack would benefit from them.

I wouldn't even necessarily be able to use everything in the same way as the herd. Oh, how I don't like to share. And now I was made a sort of backup battery for the whole pack. No wonder Salvatore is trying to find a way to control my willpower.

It's easy to seduce, well, easy and easy. First thing: make sure the victims are free, i.e. not fucking wolves, and not about to do so, but do it in such a way that the victims don't get suspicious. Issue two: ensure your own peace.

Make sure the power couple, Damon and Mariella, are as close as they can be. Another easy one. Get close to Damon when he's not ready. Show him the truth. That he doesn't really want me. You can do that when the power couple is out to dinner or hanging out.

Damon's lying on the couch. Start looking at him expectantly. The way you'd wait for that one look, the look he taught you when you could come into his arms. Guaranteed. The Salvatores will be gone in less than 10 minutes.

Because Mariela's taking Damon away so he doesn't accidentally take me in his arms. Number three: make the seduction arousing enough, but not too much. We don't need direct action, a little teasing might be in order at first.

I then went to the girls' fun room and started testing different substances. Well, yeah, maybe I should have. Because they were effective. So effective that I had to take one pretty good-sized crawler and use it in my cunt for quite a long time. But at least now I was ready.

But there were some minor glitches and their names were mimosa and shadow. I was tricked out of the girls' nice room by the fucking wolves and that was a lot of explaining to do so I didn't bother seducing anyone else because I had two wolves looking for men.

No problem. I let my wolves take the men and then decided to concentrate on the fleas. Now that Magnum had been grounded there was a bit of reorganizing and searching for the doers but I managed to get everything running smoothly again. I organized the blasts, kill lists, and sniper raids. I was looking for evidence in the medical facilities, I was doing stuff. I had a study in the wing. In fact, I had taken one of the rooms on Mirella's floor and turned it into a study for myself.

I went out to eat whenever I remembered. I knew that Salvatores were playing with each other and so were wolves and men. I didn't really mind. It was good to get back to something I knew and where I could actually be useful.

And since this was my organization, I had to take care of it myself. I found someone coming and putting my laptop in front of my nose. Damon. Fine, he looked at me for a moment and said " Are you ok, do you have any symptoms? Fatigue, loss of appetite?"

I said "I'm fine, I've been doing a bit of work here. Why do you ask?"

Damon sat down opposite me and said "I have a protector radar, you haven't eaten nearly enough, you're not sleeping, you're just working. In fact Mimi, you've been working for two months now. And your enzymes are pretty damn low, there are no reserve enzymes now and come on, Mimi, come on down to the medbay and I'll give you a proper check-up. If there's a deficiency that needs to be corrected to get your enzymes up."

My husband didn't really give me a choice and looked at me expectantly, and then took one of the flank syringes and started twirling it around. I was immediately reminded of how he had kidnapped me in the Azores in the first place.

I could see in his eyes that he saw it in my head too and stood up and said " Come on Mimi, I haven't got all day to wait." At least I didn't have to fear seduction.

Damon was tired. He had been fucking Mariella happily when his protector radar began to report Mimi's many problems. She was back to work as usual and not taking care of herself. Fine. It was Mimi's business and he didn't want or have the energy to get involved right away and knew that if he told Mariella she would demand he act.

He had given Mimi time to correct the deficiencies to stop working, but no. Then he had told Mariella and here we were. Doing something about it. Sometimes Damon wished Charles would be the pack leader and keep Mimi in line but then again his cat side wanted to take Mimi under and fuck her pregnant.

He hadn't said anything to Mariella about it yet, but the need to breed, to make kittens was growing steadily inside him and he could feel his body changing and getting ready to be a breeding male.

The thought of his and Mariella's babies made some warm feeling stir inside him and he was surprised himself when the same warm feeling came when he thought of Mimi and her babies. He knew for sure now that they were going to breed and that time was getting closer and closer. He could smell the changes in Mimi too, how her body slowly began to evolve closer to the female carrying her cubs.

The female who would be impregnated. A female whose time of heat had taken a leap forward. It was coming. And though Damon knew the first heat would not produce offspring, the thought of him breeding Mimi. Mimi firmly beneath him and him filling her with his sperm, his substances to put her in check, made his feline side purr with satisfaction.

I then went to the medbay and sat in a chair while Damon took probably 100 tubes of blood from me and examined and groped me through. He looked at the results on the machine every now and then and sighed and came over to me.

" I can't help your enzymes, they are low and that affects everything, your blood count is still within the reference range but just barely. You could weigh more than 44 kilos, missy, but let it be for now. Try to remember to eat and do more than work. Although I'm not the best talker, no one in this pack is if we've been fucking for about two months. "

Then Damon left, apparently to continue this particular activity. I went to turn on the sauna and saw that Adam and Charles were still completely caught up in the wolf. Let them be. I was looking forward to a relaxing sauna and then enjoying cream puffs, filled sandwiches, soda, and watching movies. I'd be in my den spending the evening off, you never know if it would inspire me to do something else.

The sauna was absolutely perfect. I took the hot steam and enjoyed myself. I'm just going to start reminiscing about every single shed session. There were a lot of them. I hadn't even processed everything per se and at one point when Damon took me to the shed, I just tried to let him do what he did. How he would strengthen me.

I realized now how long I was a victim. A victim to shed sessions, to medical facilities, to circumstances. And it hasn't gone anywhere since that Damien stunt. I'm still a victim of the shells. Damien's victim and that's why Charles and Adam are into wolves, because they're not victims.

They haven't been tortured for decades to the point where something inside them breaks. I don't know why, but I knew I wasn't whole. I really wasn't. I hadn't even told Adam or Charles about all the shed sessions and if indeed Damien was in charge of them, I didn't even know if Damon knew about them. But I wouldn't. They were all there in the black box where I had stuffed all the shit that had been done to me, that I had been through.

And all the gigs where I lost some of the worst ones when I had to kill fleas. There were four of those jobs. I'm not even counting the brainwashing victims. But four times, four fucking times I had to kill my friends. One time was when I shot them so Krycheck couldn't get to them.

Three times we were captured, and everybody knew what was coming. I never wanted to watch another person being slowly tortured to death again. The only way had always been for me to escape my rage on display when I had the chance. But I had to make sure my friend didn't experience torture first.

Although breaking the neck is a neat quick and painless ending. It was always as if it was my choice. What if someone could have been saved? Adam and Charles, and Damon had no idea how many times I had actually escaped from various institutions before they had had a chance to do me any real damage.

The rage helped. But it was what it was and the past is something you can't change, I just have to live with my choices every day. It's a heavy burden

So fucking heavy but no one else can carry it but me. And maybe everything has a purpose. I just have to be invincible. Ice queen. Flea. And then every once in a while, I'll get in Charles' or Adam's arms and just be Mimi again for a while. Then I don't have to be invincible, or strong. You just have to be.

Damon sees me as a flea, a survivor, a winner, someone who nothing feels like nothing. I've seen and heard him talk about me to Mariela. He talks about my armor several times.

As if that helps anything all the time. It's just my outer shell so I can function and this whole time has been one fucking adjustment to one thing or another. I just have to be that way when he sees me. Because he doesn't think I'm anything else.

When I'm a pretender, I can lie about who or what I am. I had only been working for a couple of days and I went to dinner the couple was lying in bed talking and Damon said to Mariela " You see darling, I don't know and I don't recognize Mimi. None of us do. She's a pretender and she doesn't show anybody who she really is. I've known it for a long time, I just realized it now. Maybe that's why we didn't always spend time together, because on some level I didn't even know who she was or if she was real. I've seen her in her pretend role and I can tell you she's totally believable. That's why it's better to try and let go of Mimi. "

Mariella had looked at Damon for a moment and said " There's nothing wrong with Damon if you let Mimi go, but you have to be absolutely sure. Because she'll be with Adam and Charles then. I know she's still your alpha and I also know she'll never get us separated. Never. She'll never come between us. There's no fear of that now. At first, I was unsure about her but now I see clearly. There is nothing to worry about. "

They say that when you eavesdrop you rarely hear flattering things about yourself. Apparently, that's true too. But I hid it in my head, so well hidden that Damon couldn't find it. That's why I concentrated on my work. Not my feelings, my work.

It's good to know that I was the reason Damon wasn't always home, or why he went away. This is the kind of thing I can't fix because none of my convincing is going to help if a strong fucking telepath believes that.

You just have to be objective and if there's some alpha male thing going on, it's just sex. I have already made that clear to myself. We fucked and that's it. There will be no lying on top of each other or cuddling. Just sex. What Damon used to do with other women when he was with me.

The fact that when Damon took Mariela, the strangers' fucking stopped there has probably been the biggest barrier between us all these years, even if Damon hasn't noticed it himself.

But when I saw that he was able and faithful and easy, worshipping Mariella, it again broke something between us and to this day it may not have been mended. I don't know if it's me or if it's Damon, but I never brought it up. I probably won't, because it doesn't help or anything.

The sauna was lovely and I was able to reflect and turn my thoughts and memories over again in peace. After the sauna, I went to one of the dens to watch Marvel movies and eat some treats. Drinking lemonade.

I ate as I should and drank a lot of coffee and Coca-Cola, but every now and then I indulged. Tomorrow I would go back to work. There were a few clues about underground medical facilities and then I tried to keep an eye on Damien, gathering information about nanomolecules.

Everything. Slowly, as I watched the movies, I realized that this pack life wasn't as hard as I thought. As long as I get some peace of mind, I'll be fine.

Then I got on with my work and a week later Damon came to bother me again and take a blood test to check my enzymes. He said "You could do with something more than being glued to work for a change, Mimi. I'll find a solution to that too, look Mimi you can't work when you're pregnant or have little kittens. "

I looked at my husband long and steadily and said "I don't think, Damon, that it will happen right away. We have these shells, there can be infections and secondly, you don't want me. You're letting me go. You see, we have pretty thin doors here and if they're not closed you never know what you're going to hear."

Damon looked at me for a moment, collected the blood tubes, and left. Apparently, there was nothing acute in the results because I didn't hear anything from him.

When Damon returned with just Mimi's blood tubes, Mariella sighed. Mimi has said something again that has made Damon back off completely. Once again.

And it took her so long to convince Damon to take Mimi's blood and check on her. And Damon now looks at this point like he just wants to go fucking and violently. Mariella put the tubes in the machine and figured they'd see the results at some point.

And let Damon take her to the now public side of the main bedroom and shut the door. After they had fucked, after a wild week Damon said "Mimi heard everything I said about her, how I let go. She heard. And she was right that we probably won't be breeding for a long long time, at least not until I get these shells off you with some op. "

Mariella said "So what if Mimi heard? Then she did. Mimi has now taken an attitude towards you that you always speak the truth and that's the whole truth and you don't change your mind, but that's not the case. None of us will ever stand by an opinion all the time. Mimi just has to learn it somewhere along the line, now dear, Damon will you look at the results of Mimi?"

Damon said " You darling, you can say the right things, but fine, I'll look at the results. Hmm... not good, not at all. Now darling I still don't know how to get those enzymes up, as they've dropped even lower again, soon they'll start affecting other values. "

Mariella said, " What idea honey you have, I can see from your expression that you have something to do with this, but what?"

Damon was silent for a moment and said "Platinum to liver. Last time Mimi told us how to boost the production of the enzyme, but there must be no pain relief, no pain relief at all if we want it to work in sufficient time. Mimi must not be around Adam or Charles because, well, they would help and then there would be no enzyme again. But knowing that my radar is going to go haywire and it can be a pretty damn difficult time, the heat won't come on until there's enough enzyme. It's a tricky thing."

Mariella said "Let's send Mimi to another house for a week or two. Then we'll see how it goes and take the platinum out of the liver."

Damon replied " That might work. Fine I'll invite the lady to medbay, I've got some platinum right there ready to go. We can then swap places when Mimi goes away and you can explore another house."