I'm tired of someone always coming between us. We were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door. I was surprised because there was Wulfe, the teenage vampire wizard. Wulfe entered and walked past me into the kitchen "Good morning everyone, I have some surprises for you but as you can see none of you are allowed to move anywhere. Just a little magic. Now I'm going to give your pack a new life or lives. Bran, you're going to Peru, you've got a wife and a good life waiting for you, you're a company director, so you're in charge. Samuel, you'll be a top surgeon in Italy and you'll have a wife and a great house career too, everything you want. Adam, you'll end up in Australia being the owner of a big ranch, cows and sheep a really prosperous business. That's something for you to do. And a wife with the perfect life. Damon, you'll be the Prime Minister of Sweden. Your wife will be a former movie star, reminiscent of Sophia Loren. All you men, you won't remember a thing about this pack, you won't remember Mimi for four weeks. Then your memories will be released but by then you will be so happy in your new lives that you won't even dig up those memories."

Wulfe snapped his fingers and the men disappeared. He looked at me and said "Believe it or not I'm doing this for you. You're going to my brother's ship to fight. You know exactly what's in it, so I don't have to tell you. 6 weeks, then you get out. By that time all the men in your life will have dumped you and found someone else, and they will also have decided to stay in that life. You see everyone's women are super fertile and seductive for some reason. Just one night and a new life is born. Women are pregnant before anyone has time to say anything. And all men have the honor of caring for their own children, some even want their own children, like Damon or Samuel. They won't come back to you. I'll give you time after the six weeks to discover this before my brother's underlings take you back to the ship.

And Wulfe snapped his satanic fingers, and I was back on the fight club ship. In a cage. A small cage I could barely stand in but I couldn't dodge if someone pushed something through the small of the cage, at least not many at once. Three men came up and looked me over from head to toe. Then one man took an ampoule and a syringe. he broke the ampoule and pulled the contents into the syringe. He took a glass jar and pulled something out of it too. The man pulled two different substances into the syringe and mixed them up by turning it upside down before inserting a needle. Then he put the syringe on the end of the stick. I was ready. I was going to grab the stick and wrench it out of his grip. The other two men walked around both sides of the cage.

I had two steps laterally to dodge and three steps longitudinally. The two men took the taser sticks and slammed them into me. An electric current paralyzed my body and I felt the needle sink into my thigh. Oh fuck. Then the men walked away as I slumped to the bottom of the cage still under the electric current. I felt the cocktail of drugs kick in and I couldn't get up. Half an hour later the men came back, opened the cage, and dragged me by the arms into another room. They lifted me onto a table and put the spiked handcuffs in place. Cannulas were inserted into my veins and the drugs started to drip. Metals, sedatives, stimulants, anesthetics, stimulants. This cocktail of drugs made the fighters feel so frenzied usually that it was hard to predict the outcome of the fight.

I started taking my rage out because I knew it was the only thing that would get me through. Sure enough, I could already see the Iridium, Rhodium, Cobalt, and Vanadium dripping down with glee. Tungsten was also one as well as copper and tin. Oh, that's going to be a good metal feeling. Several implants were shot into my stomach and a hard plastic implant was also placed there. Then I was turned over on my stomach and something was installed near my spine. I knew that now I just had to concentrate, concentrate for six weeks and then see if I could get any men back to their senses. If I don't, my new holy mission is to destroy these horseshit ships.

Then I was taken to another cage. From there, it would always be a fight. They thought I was a flea here too, so that all who came on board to have a good time and bet would know who they were fighting. There were fuckers here. In other words, people who would fuck with you and try to hit you with drugs or whatever. These were fair game after a fight to kill, here they would be mandatory to kill. Fortunately, there is a decent rage.

It wasn't long before the cage door opened and it was my turn, I let rip, steadily sure I killed everyone, the fuckers, every single opponent, even though I was hit with so many meds I was almost unconscious after the fights the rage helped. 16 hours of non-stop straight line fighting every day 4 hours of rest 4 hours of preparation i.e. drugging metalizing. Whatever was on the fight list for that night or day.

For example, there might have been a betting game where I had to be given a prescribed cocktail of drugs. And then everyone would bet on whether I could actually get anything done in that state. The fuckers were good to shred, although whatever they stuck me with I didn't know if it had any effect or not. I just knew I had to keep going, had to concentrate, couldn't think of anything else to do now but keep the rage going, keep feeding it and it wouldn't stop.

Samuel was surprised when his wife announced that she was pregnant. To another man, probably. Samuel didn't have to think about having children now that he had such a good career. Besides, he was only focused on his work. His wife was trying to do God knows what, but Samuel was preoccupied with work. His wife was trying to do everything she could. To be a good supportive wife and to help, to listen, but when he didn't talk. Well, he'd married his career, apparently.

Bran tried to be a good leader but every secretary was so good-looking that they always got a little something extra from him. It wasn't easy being in a demanding job where he was always in a hurry and had a lot of responsibility. You had to relieve some of the pressure somehow. Those girls sure knew how to serve the boss. Home life, well the wife had her own career and she announced she was pregnant, Bran said that's fine, let's get a nanny and a private hospital but he wasn't that interested.

He was thinking about how his wife's perfect body was swelling grotesquely with the child, how her breasts were swelling with milk, and her skin was going bad. No, no, fortunately, there were secretaries. Bran didn't even think about the sex of his future offspring or how good it was to have an heir. Not when he saw the new secretary to the deputy manager on the sixth floor and started wondering how to get that cutie to do a little grooming.

Adam threw his wife out when she announced she was pregnant. Adam was sterile he'd had a vasectomy years ago and that was just a ploy to get more money. Adam also coldly announced that the prenup was still in effect. His wife would not receive a cent of his vast fortune. The wife announced that she would have an abortion and begged Adam to take her back. Adam refused. And focused on his farm. Adam was proud of his farm. He had worked hard on his farm with his hands alone. Fucking cheating bitch. Even meaner to insist that he should go get checked to make sure he didn't have any sperm. Fucking crazy bitch.

Damon tried to be a good prime minister but it was a demanding and hard job. It wasn't helped by a demanding wife who spent money on clothes and make-up and parties. And then she announced she was pregnant. Fine thought Damon still had 9 months to go and might miss out. With the royal house being so demanding Damon had to negotiate all day with all the fools and get everything approved by the king. Damon burst. He showed his wife what would happen if he was annoyed enough. A couple of good nights and she started to calm down, every now and then she'd get a bit of a bashing in, but slowly she learned. The pregnancy was interrupted early on when Damon deliberately hit her in the lower abdomen. He told her she didn't deserve to carry his child yet.

The Chaos Kitty smiled contentedly, it's not every day you get to ruin the plans of the bad guys. Her power was limited though, for Mimi, her former owner, could offer no help other than to get men off women, the rest would be up to Mimi. God walked on the beach in the form of a cat and came to ask " What did you do again?" Chaos Kitty smiled and said, " What will happen if I throw a big ball of chaos into the plans of the wicked?" God smiled. Always the cat's meow. He said "Keep on keeping on..." and walked off to eat his shrimp.

After four weeks, when the men's memories opened up, they remembered everything. They didn't know what had been done to Mimi and Adam called everyone as soon as he remembered. Everyone abandoned their fake lives and Wulfe couldn't understand why. It had to go another way and now it became one big fucking mess. Damon had the rage on display and badly. He wanted to find the Wulfe and attack it, but the men decided to find Mimi first and see if she needed help.

Damon felt Mimi's stress and pain through his link and knew she was certainly not in a good place. The men had been on the loose for two weeks and were in Washington when Mimi got off the ship. Wulfe went to inform them once again at breakfast and froze everyone in place " Your lovely little flea was on my brother's cruise again, that cruise ended today. Don't worry, I won't be on this pack just yet. And I'm not going after the flea. My brother is very happy with the win he made on his bets. The spell lasts an hour and by then I'll be long gone, see you sometime"

Then the Wulfe faded away and the men were an hour before the spell was lost. Damon would have liked to have gone straight after Wulfe but Adam said "Mimi has been on the fight club ship for 6 weeks, how do you think the lady is? Do you think we can just go to her and start treating her? What do you Damon think she's been doing for 6 weeks, the rage, Mimi has the rage on display, she's been damaged, medicated, and metalized. We need to get her under control, rest, and help where we can. Then only then can we maybe consider going after Wulfe." Damon sighed. He hated it when someone talked sense into him when he wanted to react, to do something, but they would have to find Mimi first.

The ship stopped and got away. My rage was still there and even though the men put me to sleep for the transfer, I fought the medicine the whole time so that I wasn't actually even really asleep, I was just sedated. They left me in Spain, I knew directly where to go. I bought a really lovely huge villa on the beach in Fuengirola, with a really big plot of land and a seafront. I'd been there for a day or two on my European holidays

. I didn't even think about the men I was in survival mode, trying to cope. No drugs, no attacking. I do recognize people but I can't tolerate any attempt to come at me, then I just fire away, it takes a while in this mode to get my rage down, calm myself down, and see where I am going. 2-3 weeks and then I could take treatments, not before. Then I'd see what the men are like. The implants had broken down inside me and more had always been fitted, now I was so medicated, so raging, now I needed time. That's why I would go to the Fuengirola because the rest of the pack had never been there. They know the place but they've never been there. I was only here with Mimosa and Mirella.

I finally got to Fuengirola for safety. I just went and sat on the sofa, with my legs pulled in. It was over. It was fucking over. I went to get a drink. I wasn't thirsty and I didn't know if I even had any organs that would benefit from this, but the can of Coke in my hand gave me the certainty that it was over. Damon came into the room. How the fuck did he know where I'd come from? He calmly walked over and sat down in a chair.

Sitting there, relaxed. "That's not gonna do you any good, baby, your heart's not beating. But get your mouth wet." I put the can on the table and said " Give it a couple of weeks and then you can see if there's anything you need to take care of." My voice was raspy almost growling, dangerous. I was ready to pounce if Damon tried anything. "Mimi, baby, come here, look, no meds, I'll take my shirt off come just for a minute here to hold you. You wouldn't believe how worried I've been. I've been feeling your pain for two weeks now. All your pain. Just give me one more time to make sure I can feel you in my arms. Come on I just want to hold my wife then I'll go away." I thought for a moment and thought fine, whatever gets me my time. I got up and went into Damon's arms. He stroked my back and hair, I pressed my head against his chest. Then nothing.

Damon lifted Mimi off his lap. Mimi's head lolled limply. The ring Magnum had developed after they'd called and told him about Mimi worked well. It had an incredibly powerful laser that cut through Mimi's spinal cord so she couldn't detect anything. All Damon had to do was get his finger in the right place on the back of the neck and press the ring. It was powerful, gentle, and fast. They lifted Mimi onto the couch and Damon took a very strong cocktail of drugs that would bring Mimi's rage down.

He was already concentrating on the case and to get it down himself, he would have to eat it. It would be tasty but not quite yet. Samuel had checked that the medbay was adequate and once the anti-hibernation medicine was administered to Mimi's brain they moved Mimi, Mimi's spinal cord would heal quickly and she might try to wake up, that's why they had the proper spiked restraints. First Mimi was taken to the operating theatre where they emptied everything inside her.

Then they moved Damon's organs to Mimi, it could be that they wouldn't last. They also drained Mimi's abdominal cavity of Damon's bump and feeding fluid. Now the next step would be to get the rage down and then start unloading the meds. Mimi would probably sleep long and soundly once Damon got the rest of the rage under control. Samuel already hung up the drip with several different bonding bags and all the bags Damon always gave him when his teeth were doing stuff. His teeth weren't doing velvet now.

Damon sat beside the bed with his eyes closed and enjoyed himself. The rage was delicious. He ate it for so long that he always fell asleep. When he woke up, the same thing happened again. Eventually, the rage dripped into the well and stayed there. There was an incredible amount of it there too, but now it was under control. Mimi was asleep. They hadn't given her any anesthetic or sedative. Mimi slept on the strength of the drugs and implants that had been pushed into her for six weeks.

Damon, Adam and Samuel, and Bran went off to hunt for Wulfe. They left Mimi to sleep. Mimi had a feeding tube full of fluid in her stomach, her organs were fine and the metal binders were dripping. Most of the metals were already bound. Bran gave up first. So many alphas needed his help that he stopped chasing and focused on being Marrok. Samuel was next. Enough medical crises across America that he had to make a switch. Adam quit because the trail went cold. He couldn't keep chasing ghosts. He went to his Fuengirola only to find that Mimi had at some point woken up and left, Adam went to Chicago to get his business in order.