16. Beautiful Trauma.

When Damon noticed Mimi was getting tired, he went to make a very strong cocktail. Mariella had put little energy into finding those tanks of rage. The results spoke for themselves of chronic stress, lack of rest and sleep, poor nutrition, and the best thing for Mimi was to rest already so that she wouldn't have nightmares. They could put Mimi's body in a little more shape, including that chronic inflammation that had been smoldering inside Mimi for who knows how long. That inflammation was not a good thing, and it needed to be taken seriously. 

Even managing that was eating up resources and now they would have a little work to do on the lady, but as long as the lady required care, she would also sleep, the foursome had just had the kids in the magic house and everyone was enamored with them there. Those girls would be a handful as they were already walking, almost. That kind of little cute vampires, well, they knew what they wanted and pretty much went for it, so there would be work cut out for whoever would take care of them. 

It would have been lovely to care for the children, but Mimi was now a priority, then someday, they would make more children and care for them more. Seeing all those milestones as a pack. As a family.

The foursome would probably take care of Mimi, and Damon drew up a detailed care plan, sat at the computer, wrote everything that needed to be done, and put down the dosages of medicines, everything from starting the food and how much she should eat. He let his clinical side work now, his very detail oriented side, what had been asleep almost these seven years as it had not needed. Then he printed several copies of it so everybody knew what to do.

He went over to Mimi, stroked her for a while, and then stuck a needle in her vein, putting his future wife into a very deep sleep. Her blood pressure was low, she was cooled still and looked so damn tired, frail. He ensured with his telepathy that she was so deep that no nightmare could get there. Then, everyone got down to business.

Mimi was scanned, and a feeding tube was inserted and cannulated. Damon had prioritized the IVs, and they went from there. Her organs were small and he could see some old damage, and those bullets as well. Some of the pack were still cleaning the house and linking rooms. There was so much to see and learn. 

Damon sat by the computer and looked through the scan results. It was amazing, actually. Mimi was full of spleens, and that meant she would have to be operated on, but first, they did a little supportive care and feeding, tried to get her sugars up, and also the temperature up to 40 degrees. Only then could the surgery and so on be looked at.

Here it would take its time to get everything in control, and Damon looked at Mariella hotly. He was getting ready to test sex with these wonderful boosters of rage and Mimi's lusts and whatnot. This would take time, and they would have time to do a little fucking around the house.

Mariella had been wandering around the house. She had seen Mimi's bedroom and knew that it might set Damon a little off. She knew how neat his husband was and, well, Mimi was way less neat. She was sloppy as ever. Mariella was a little mischievous mood.

Mariella took Damon by the hand and said, " Come on, sweetheart, and you can see Mimi's bedroom."

Damon looked at his wife and said, " Oh, does that require consecration or what?" His lust had woken up and his cock ached, almost.

Mariella laughed. She said, "No, you see she kept part, of most of this house locked when we visited and we had now gotten access everywhere, including her huge but lonely bedroom. There are so many rooms and so much to see and test, too. As this is now our home, not anymore her territory." She sounded really excited.

They went upstairs, and there was a large room. Doors were double doors with golden handles and Damon opened them. The first thing that hit his nose was the smell of Mimi's strawberry. He breathed deeply. He has missed this scent. So freaking much. He walked in. He wanted to sleep in this scent. 

The curtains were not drawn out of the window, so the room was quite dimly lit. Curtains were heavy, not velvet but something a little thicker fabric and they were dark mauve with blue and white flowers. This was a side of shadows this time of the day. It was a pretty cool temperature here too.

The bed was not made up properly, there were clothes everywhere, and Damon could smell that these were Mimi's half-used ones, the ones that didn't need to be washed yet according to Miss but weren't exactly clean either. This was as Mimi as it could be. There were three big laundry baskets full of baby clothes. Those were actually clean.

Damon teleported them into the warehouse as those babies were quite big so those clothes were too small for them. But for the future. He opened one dresser. It was full of her clothes and the baby's clothes too, but they were not neatly stacked, more like pushed onto the shelf. Apparently, this is where she put the laundry.

Damon had never tolerated Mimi's half-use; he'd always put everything in the laundry chute to be washed, and Mimi had reprimanded him a couple of times about it. Damon remembered that was one thing they'd argued about back in England. he sighed in his mind as those bittersweet old memories came back. It had been still one of the longest times what he had spent with Mimi. Even with Mariella, they had their holidays in Azores and whatnot, so he had not lived with Mimi for many years at the time.

Damon started cleaning the room, and Mariella looked on. Damon did it as habitually as he would have had to do it before, and then Mariella looked back in the past and saw. Damon also stacked those clothes in that dresser and sent all the babies' clothes off. He stopped sometimes, lifted some of the clothes to his nose and inhaled her scent before continuing. He was trying to saturate his body with her scent.

After the room was cleaned, Damon took Mariella into one of the other bedrooms and fucked her brains out. Sex was perfect. He was passionate, rough, and he exploded with a roar, more or less and many times as well.

I woke up in medbay, on IVs. They didn't bother me per se, but I was all medicated and hooked up, fine. Not good. Panic was trying to push through, but I kept my mind on our protocols. Let's just say that once Murdock, Dexter and magnum worked and saw just how many enemies we had, the top staff, meaning me, and my five, and a few others had some extra training.

Meaning interrogation, escape, and drugging. We had on and off when they time, these simulations, where they might knock me off with those calendula drops, I would wake up restrained in chair, someone was trying to interrogate me certain information, using pain, drugs and whatnot, name of game was get out, keep your mouth shut and act. There was a two-way mirror, and this was an authentic experience. But Magnum had taught to me, how to get free, how to keep my wits, this had been done in my first fleas and this time it had been just more brutal but it kept my mind on matter.

After every time, there was, of course, feedback, how to make faster, more efficient and how to control yourself better and better. I had been also part of the interrogation part too, trying to get someone to talk. I could be brutal and scary when I took my darkness out. But again, self control, as Wulfe really did not let me flaunt that side of me.

So as I woke up restrained, drugged, I had my mind controlled. I was acting, using what I got. Nope, I want out of here. So I concentrated, and first, I needed adrenaline. In those seven years, I had gotten true telekinesis, and I was fucking good at it. It was powerful as Magnum, Wulfe and Alaric as well had demanded so much out of me. They had made me strengthen myself and a lot. I knew my medbay and what I had in there. Even these were linked. My lockers had not been emptied. 

First, that one locker opened. There you go. Then, off the top shelf, that box was there. Then I concentrated on the restraints and got those open, too. There was the button on a wall where you would push to get restraints open, not a biggie to use my mind to get that damn button pushed. A couple of shots of adrenaline, and I felt refreshed. Then I got moving and went into my bedroom. It was cleaned, and there was a slight passionfruit still in the air. Fine. it is good to have room service that cleans my bedroom too. 

Curtains were drawn out of the window so my room was lit up. Not worry. I usually slept with my back to the window so the light would not bother me too much. This was the cooler side of this house, my nest. I thought I'd rest in my bed for a while before those drugs wore off. I pulled my covers aside and saw that the bedding had been changed. Well, that's that. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over me. I was just so fucking tired and closed my eyes for a moment; I didn't even hear the door open.

Damon sighed. Again, the lady did it. No one had figured out how Mimi had gotten out of her restraints and started moving. Several times, there was still an adrenaline shot next to the bed. This was the fourth time in a week. Luckily, they had filled the implant with a powerful drug so that when one of the salvatores reported an escape, Damon gave her a good dose of the implant so that she was unconscious when she was taken back to the treatment room. He had kept the remote only to himself, so he would give her a dose if needed.

But now they had the cameras on, and Damon and Mariella were watching as the lady had pretty fucking good telekinesis. Damon knew that was a talent of its own by now because he had wickedly taken away Mimi's will and yet she was still capable of miracles. Damon gave a low whistle as he watched Mimi escape.

Mariella said, " That is true telekinesis. Upstairs just confirmed it. In my opinion, that ability belongs to you, you know? Take it from the lady and take it for yourself."

Damon snarled, " Do you think Mimi's going to give away an ability like that? I think she'll fight anything. She is a very powerful being, and she is difficult to get in that kind of state, so I could just snatch it away. It is rooted in her. "

Mimosa came into the room and said, " Come and see what I found."

Mariella looked up and noticed that Mimosa was pretty fucking on edge, so what she had found was not something that would be good for Mimi. Mimosa was still, after all, protective of Mimi in her way. She had been protecting her for so many years whenever she could, and from that.

When she couldn't help it, when Damien stunned her again and again, killing Mimi, wounding her, torturing her, and Mimosa was powerless. There had also been a huge rage, and Mariella had been able to teach Mimosa how to vent that rage.

They got out of bed and went after Mimosa. Mimosa led them to the fourth floor through enormous doors, and then there was one insignificant-looking door. Mimosa opened it, and Damon stepped inside.

A huge library, there were shelves of books full to the brim and no kiosk literature. Damon took a breath and brace himself because there were an immense number of magical books, all bound up in Mimi's chaos, her will, her rage. Miss was an extremely powerful creature. To not magical creatures, to be able to bind this caliber of magical books. Wow, he could not even fathom the true scope of Mimi's powers. Oh, how magnificent a challenge managing this creature would be.

He would have to make a whole new series of flanks, jelly for the wedding and those wedding nights, to get this creature squirming in his lap from pain. Exquisite enjoyment. He was waiting for the wedding.

Mariella said, "Wow, what a place. What's so bad about Mimosa? What have you found? "

Mimosa walked into the library and led Mariella to one shelf. She took a book from there and placed it in Mariella's hands. It was a book of magical symbols. She had never seen such a book and realized that this was the book of some old and infinitely powerful wizard once upon a time—a wonderful wizard.

And where Mimi had got hold of these, she didn't know. Damon came near to the book, took it from Mariella's hands, and concentrated. The book called him. He closed his eyes and let his magic flow into the book. He showed the book who he was and how strong he was. Book was hesitant at first, he let Book feel love for Mimi. This book wanted to protect Mimi. Unbelievable, that girl could get damn strong magical books to protect her too.

The book opened, and then Damon found what Mimosa had been so nervous about. A bookmark fell out of the book. It smelled like strawberries, like Mimi. So Mimi was so strong that she got a fucking old magic book to open for her. It's definitely not a good thing, and the lady needs to continue to be de-powered. The book wanted to help Mimi. There was still the spirit of this ancient wizard in this book and he had felt Mimi's pain, too. 

It had recognized Mimi's powers, her abilities, her alpha status and this wizard thought her almost like a goddess. According to him, there was deep love inside Mimi and that love had taken a colossal hit, all because of Damon. Mimi needed protection, help and this wizard had the utmost to help her. 

Damon stroked the book, and the book opened up at a certain point. He communicated with the wizard, telling him what an idiot he had been and how he wanted to help Mimi. He knew the book would sense the truth, not lies. Only the truth. Book told him about the symbols and Damon started reading.

Mariella came over and said," Look, this book wants to help; if we add these symbols to your carvings, then you should be able to access Mimi's rage. But see, this book is wise; here's an entire section of the book that talks about chaos and the magic you put in it. This, Damon, will get Mimi under control as well. Look here, then. This one has its parts for the receiving chaos."

Damon said, "There is the spirit in this book. He protected Mimi too. I told him who I was, and what I wanted to do with Mimi. He is an ancient and wise wizard, but Mimi can charm them. He told me that there is immense love inside Mimi, but that love is wounded badly and it might take a long time for that love to heal. "

Damon studied the book for a moment and then handed it to Mariela. She took the book and went to the lovely couch to read it and study.

Damon said, "Can you get a few Magic House witches, the strongest ones, to come here, and then one of us will slowly suck this power over so the entire library doesn't explode?"

Mariella smiled and said, " Crystals, Damon crystals. Yes, my witches know, but oh fuck, some little lady has been reading and reading a lot. By the way, darling, how about you grab all the shapeshifting knowledge for yourself? You could probably apply it to Mimi and fucking effectively too. Miss will not be a doctor or a surgeon for a long time now. But you are her doctor. She has her practice, but we need to see who will run to it. I know Colin works there, so maybe he could take care of it. Boys found her office, and it is brim of paperwork and it will take time for them to even try to understand what to do, so you might find that stuff from her mind as well."

Damon grunted and continued to peruse the shelves. Then he did a spell for fun that marked the books Mimi had studied. Mariella put the book aside for a moment and looked for herself. Damon whistled low. So many books lit up and strong ones too, books about spells, different types of magic, energies too, there were a lot of books about rage, vampires too. 

Mariella went to her cuddle and said, " I have a feeling, darling. We will be quite busy in the upcoming days. We are going to do some carving work, and then I think you are going to have a brief session with Mimi. I think she didn't fuck the whole time and didn't have a single orgasm. How cool of you to cap it. And one young lady needs to get her mind cleared a bit, too much information that does not belong in her mind. It belongs to us. Let me show you what I mean."

Mariella walked up the stairs into the second stage, took one huge thick book, and came back down. It was a book about chaos, its history, its uses, and also book about rage, but as Mariella opened the book where Mimi had put her bookmark, the pages were empty. 

She said, "As you can see. Mimi has literally sucked information out of this book into her mind, so it is only in her mind. Normally that information would return in this book when whoever read it dies, but as Mimi can't die... All of this information is only in her mind, and we need to get it out of there. You are the pack leader, chaos and you have rage too. Magnum told me he had his way to control her rage and he might stop from time to time to unload her, but we could try to learn that too. They went to vampire parties with wulfe, saw new elders, she is known in those circles as Lady Springcove, one who has nothing to do with you. You might want to change that, too."

Damon grunted sexily and said, "Fine, fine. It is time to change gears. What I see, otherwise we will be in still the same point three years later. It took two years for me to get her legs open in the first place and this time I won't seduce now; I'll take it, and the lady can start learning about pack life and, more importantly, me. Now, I won't tolerate an ice queen. I'm going to addict Mimi to my pheromones and good and proper, all of them, including the cat part, and then you'll see. "

Mariella was pleased. This was Damon. She had been a little worried that he would become the hero of a romantic novel and that he would treat Mimi with silk gloves. As Mimi was very skittish, been the whole time. But no, Damon had decided that Mimi belonged to him; he already owned her, and now it was time to put her in her place and put her in her place.

That pheromone addiction would be a tight fit. Mariella knew it because Damon was now showing no mercy and was going to put the withdrawal symptoms into play. It would be good for Mimi to get some tough love and see that pheromone addiction was not a weapon against her, but a way for Damon to help her, mostly. Mariella had gotten herself three times in a cage and had withdrawal symptoms on top of it. 

I started waking up in bed again in restraints and thinking, why can't I sleep in my bed? What's the big deal? I knew I'd had my spleens removed, I'd been given antibiotics, and the infection was probably going away. I sighed and waited for my head to clear up a bit. I focused and took out my bright blue rage. It calmed my mind while pushing the drugginess away. 

In my mind, I cursed the implant. And why the hell can't I get any resistance to it? Even though Damon had drained me of my strength, oh boy, did I have enough. I was an extremely powerful creature and so many things inside my mind gave me power in steady supply. I had been lazy over the years and I should have asked Wulfe or Colin to get rid of that damn implant. 

Damon, Mariella, and Mimosa came to the medbay as if summoned, and I knew we would be small and helpless. I could calm Damon down when I would be a little, vulnerable creature and let my emotions flood out and all. But as I hadn't been near a fucking powerful telepath for seven years, I didn't always remember to hide my thoughts.

Damon walked over to my bed and touched my restraints. He was calm, but then again; he was not in a medical mood so much anymore. He had this loading on. 

He said, "There's magic in them now. Even if you can push that button on the wall with your little telekinesis, those won't open. You still need antibiotics. We are just slowly clearing up that infection. You kept it at bay, well at bay and at bay with your spleens, but now you stay there for a couple of hours so we can get that antibiotic in you, then I'll do a little renewing of our symbols, that book was good, by the way. That wizard was very understanding as I presented to him myself and the pack. You have also some knowledge in that noggin of yours that really doesn't belong in there but in my mind. You will learn soon that I am now a pack leader, not just a fucking machine."

His voice was softer than I remembered and he used words like noggin, so he had changed, but was it just skin deep? When they had now rage and sex was good, how long this would stay on? He smiled at me, sat next to me, and continued.

" The witches of the magic house are already in our library looking at what goes where—well, collected, my lady. And then, my little one, that telekinesis is going away from you. I'll take it—all of it. Likewise, there's more information in your head that doesn't belong there, and that's going, too. I'm also studying everything you know about shapeshifters—my gold mine."

He paused a second, just to see my reaction. I kept my expression neutral. No need to challenge him.

"And those rages, they'll be put in check, too. You'll learn this new pack life when I teach you. And students, remember lessons are still possible. You can always test me freely in that area. And as for my feelings, baby, you'll soon learn that if you show any of them, I'm quite ready to respond, but the question is, are you ready to receive?"

Damon walked over to the medicine cabinet and went first to the computer. The wall opened up several hatches.

Mariella came over to look at my cannula and said, " Miss, you're lucky that infection hasn't gone septic like Damon initially feared. We've got to make a pretty fucking strong antibiotic, so I don't know when you got that, but don't you fucking think you can beat everything without any treatment? Damon is now getting another bag of antibiotics ready, an energy concentrate, and some other deficiencies you still have. He'll tell you in a minute."

I had never seen Mariella so agitated over anything I had done, and then I was in my seat when I didn't want any medicine. I was still very unbearable about the whole IV thing, and I could control myself pretty fucking well not to have punched everything that was coming off me to break these shackles and run away. I tried to appear cool and calm, like nothing would faze me but then again, telepath in the same space and deep in my thoughts too. 

My hate and distress over all things medical had just come up more over the years, and I let it go because it was part of my self-preservation instinct, the feeling that they might do this thing to me I didn't want. But I would not advertise it to them. I'd just found that it made me very wary, the thought of having an IV or being sedated.

But it was time for self-control, and I just had to be calm despite that. Let them put the damn bags in, and then maybe I could get on with my life. I had my thing, gigs and all. I could be in the pack, but I might not be as tame as Damon would want me to be. I had my life, my ways of living and this had been hard enough without me forcing to do 180 in one night. 

Damon said to Mariella in his mind, "Miss is pretty close to panicking. She's very nervous about the whole IV thing and doesn't even try to put up with it, as she uses that feeling as her self-protective instinct, but that feeling is no protection from bullets or anything. Miss should probably suck it up and find the cause of that thing. This little cocktail will be ready soon, and I can guarantee that the girl will be calm. Then we'll get to the carving, and I'll even out our strength a bit again."

Mariella nodded absentmindedly. She did not know why Mimi had let that fear grow so badly, but they would help. She did not really have not much idea what Mimi's life had been during these seven years. 

Damon continued to explain as he worked. " A godless boost always comes. I'll take Mimi into the bedroom after I've finished carving and addicted her deeply to myself, very deeply and with withdrawal symptoms. Then I'll show you both what Salvatore does in bed. I can tell that girl is going to get cock and hard. We're getting those hormones a little bit right. Look at those readings; they were taken after a week of a good strong hormone fix and not any effect, but a good strong bump, pheromone addition, and a good bout of raw animal sex should get things going in the right direction."

Mariella was wet at the thought. How Mimi would be in control, Damon would enjoy Mimi's body, make her learn what Damon was entitled to. And then she'd see a proper flank wedding. Oh, yeah.

Damon had been very upset initially when he saw that there was no scar on Mimi's palm. Wulfe had then revealed his magic, and they had undone that spell. Scar was now where it should be. Damon's idea was to activate that scar too, as they had in old times, before Mariella. So he could connect properly with his vampire wife, too. He told Mariella how he had used it to control wildcat but Wulfe had warned both of them several times to not mess with Mimi's vampire side. He had not told any details, but when the creature old as Wulfe warns about something, that warning should be heeded.

Damon came up to me with a couple of bags and put them on a rack, did some magic to hide them, dripped them on me, and then numbed my neck so I couldn't even feel them.

He sat down next to my bed and said, " That infection, it's bad. You fought it with spleens, and those spleens are now worth more than gold. We also took a chunk of your thymus, and now I have a good thymus, too. It seems to take root when I eat it from you. That panic about meds or procedures won't keep you safe from bullets or damage, but it will hurt your treatment. We've got the infection out of the way for now, but it could flare up if you fidget."

He touched me, and I tried to move away. I turned my head away, keeping my expression neutral. Trying to focus on my paperwork or anything else, I was trapped. I was not the one who had power. I was a victim. I really did not want to be a victim. I needed to be strong.

"We've got those bullets out. They had been in there quite a while. Your muscles are almost all awake, and you're in the heat you need to be. Now you're already requiring the dose of medicine you did before. You're in better shape, but not quite yet. Now you have to take it easy and calm down, Mimi. You'll be fine, and Alaric will take care of your side of the gigs. I've directed other people there, and I don't even think I'm letting you go to the gigs."

He stroked my hair away from my forehead, and I ducked. I wasn't used to being touched. It wasn't my thing anymore, and I knew I was a different Mimi again, and they would so want me to be the same. I didn't want to be. I had a hell of a lot of scars on my soul from those seven years. Some wounds hadn't even healed. But I was a survivor, and I was resilient. I had been through hell and back, and seen very many nasty enemies, and my past had also haunted me, more than I would like it to. They had no idea. None of what it had been and they never would.

Damon sat next to Mimi and listened to her thoughts. He sent them to Mariela, too. It would also be very important for her to get to know Mimi's mind, to see what was going on in Mimi's head. Only then would this pack grow, and they would get Mimi back into the pack properly.

Damon knew how Mimi had been through a lot, and he had gotten some of her memories of those seven years of torment. He would look for things and send them to Mariella. He burrowed mercilessly deeper into Mimi's mind even though it was very strongly shielded, too.

Mariella got everything that Damon sent to her. She restrained herself and studied Mimi's data on the computer, the results, and waited for the sedative, a very strong sedative that Damon had made from his teeth, to take effect. They could carve the inserts into Mimi's symbol. They had emptied Mimi's teeth, those had filled with poisons and strong ones. 

He stroked Mimi, and even though she shied away from the touch, Damon didn't back away. It was up to him to teach this skittish creature to love and need touch. He would tame this wildcat, too. He knew how big the dams were; no one had put them down for years, and he was there. He would help, fight and subdue, then bathe and suck out the rest of the strength.

He did not know about how strong her vampire side was as she kept it under very strict control, so much so that Damon had to do little work to find even her vampire side. Her alpha side was immensely strong. This creature was a power plant. Wulfe had warned them not to bother with her vampire side as he had put it down. And if the need arose, he would be there. Her self restraint was truly something else. She really kept herself not to lash out and properly so.

I could feel the antibiotic dripping, or maybe when I knew it was dripping on me, Damon sat next to me and stroked. It was so foreign that I pulled away. I wasn't supposed to be the one who needed to be touched anymore. I couldn't afford to be that creature anymore. I had to be stronger and keep myself in check always and forever. 

I was getting tired and yawning. It was incredibly exhausting. Controlling myself to show I was okay and then having drugs stuffed into me, velvet that I hadn't had in years. I knew velvet always transforms slowly, and I wasn't up to date at all. There had not been a velvet hangover for me yet. It told me quite clearly how much I had drifted apart from this pack. 

I'd had a lot of other drugs stuffed into me, and as my consciousness blurred, I realized it wasn't just antibiotics in that bag, but it was all inside me now and at full strength. I just could not get to my rages. I was too far gone.

Damon said, " Go to sleep. It's going to be okay. I'm here, and I'm never going to let you go. I promise. Just sleep."

And I can say that that fox has kept his promise, we haven't been apart for a whole year many times, less than ten times if I count them correctly, and that time, as awful as it was, changed everything and most of the pack say it for the better, but I'm not so sure. From that time, I got myself a burdock to watch over and order me around, and I have to say, a much better husband than I had before that time.

Damon sat for a moment and watched as Mimi struggled to stay awake, but his cocktail was effective. As Mimi closed her eyes and sighed, Damon let his concealment magic wear off and saw that the bag was almost empty. The lady was resilient. She was so damn strong, scared shitless, and there were so many traumas that he had not seen or even felt, but their impression was felt in her mind.

He stood up, took a ready-made cocktail from the shelf, and said to Mariela, "Darlin, we're done. I'm just going to put this medicine in, and then we can carve the symbol. You've got yours in place, too."

Damon had carved Mariella's own. It would link in part with Mimi's symbol, and Mariella would have easier access to Mimi's energy and emotions. She could then see what would be done with them. Damon went and pressed the drug into Mimi's cannula, then took another extensive blood test. The results would come to his phone, yes.

Mariella said, "I think we're done. Do you have the other drugs with you?"

Damon nodded and took Mariella against him, opening his pheromone so Mariella could get her dose for the day again. Mimi was not or would not be the only addict. No, he had already gotten Mariella hooked a few years ago, and good and proper, no wolves, because he didn't want to.

Damon unlocked Mimi's shackles and then lifted his still-too-light wife into his arms. Well, he would fill her up in time, which would also help. And Mimi would learn to eat. Her stomach had now been stretched to pull 10 liters again, and she had been on a feeding regime, but the energy was spent on all the repairs and overcoming the infection.

Damon had already gone into one bedroom and laid Mimi on the bed. This was one large bedroom, and Damon and Mariella had everything set up. They had been nesting in rooms all over this house and they could not wait to see all the other houses. 

They stripped naked, and Damon took Mariella roughly against the wall, on the floor, and on the windowsill until Mimi moved. Then Mariella and Damon went into another frenzied shower. Mariella came out of the shower, and Damon dried her with a spell.

Mariella got into bed. Her chest had a gold symbol encircled; it was actually actual gold; it didn't hurt in any way; it just enhanced the magic. Damon came to the other side and lifted the still very sleepy Mimi onto her stomach into Mariella's arms so that the symbols matched and Mariella took a deep breath.

She had never felt this kind of connection, not even for Damon. She felt Mimi, a whole new way, and she was almost like a stranger to her. She had assumed so many things, and Mimi was not what she had thought.

She held Mimi, stroking her back and her short, blonde hair. She started to explore all of these energies inside her, and these emotional vaults almost, not just wells, but there were big, strong vaults full of powerful emotions. Rage wells too. She tested a few of the rages. Each one gave her a novel sensation. It filled her vein with power that felt almost stronger than her white power.

Mariella said, " My dear, Mimi's hair. Can you do anything with it?"

Damon grunted, " Then Darling when it's time, is it enjoyable?"

Mariella said, "Hmm, somehow it's very lovely, this magic, it's a perfectly lovely connection, and all these energies, emotions. She is so different that I assumed. She feels like a stranger. It's probably going to take more than one session. There are vaults full of emotions for you to suck on."

Damon laughed. He could feel Mariella's enjoyment. Their bond in their relationship was so strong, they were truly spouses, a couple. And yet somehow Mariella hadn't been an alpha female out of necessity, she didn't exist as one and Damon had sensed ever since Mimi was put back into the pack how relieved Mariella had been, pleased that she no longer had to be an alpha female.

The pack's alpha power was now complete. It had male and female parts of it, now everything would be in order.