15. Hijo De La Luna

Charles was quite baffled by these two. He knew that the best way to get rid of that drug was to keep Mimi next to him and let her sleep it off, but these two refused to let him offer near treatment for her and explanation they gave him was somewhat shady but as Damon was pack leader, there was nothing that Charles could do.

Mariella said, "Charles, Mimi currently weighs 76 kilos, she's strong, then her head is poked and prodded and properly so. The cocktail that she had was strong and there were other drugs in there, too. She must be feeling quite unsteady and right now I'm not guaranteeing she'll just calm down in your arms. She's too dangerous right now at the moment. Then, if and when she gets some control over herself, we'll see. I'm not risking my protector because I might always need one myself at some point."

In fact, Mariella and Damon planned to get Mimi to trust Damon again. Because, again, it was so much more important to the pack. Mimi was still unconscious as they moved her into a padded room with very little soft light and warm temperature. They had built a den there where she could hide and be safe until she got some control over herself. Damon knew she would try to suppress the panicky feeling and try to be rational, but she would be way too volatile. 

Then Mimi was taken into the room and Damon put her on a very strong hormone treatment, injecting hormones directly into her uterus and ovaries so that when Mimi starts to recover, she's really easy to get into the heat. He had also made strong hormonal jelly that he used in her pelvic area, filling it full with it. Her temperature was lower than normal, so it would take time for it to absorb and do its magic as well. 

Then Mariella took Damon number one to the bed and said, "First things first, honey, those shed sessions will soon be out of your mind when I take them off. They are not for you to look at yet, maybe someday. But not now. Remember, Mimi is not a victim. Mimi is a naughty little bitch who tried to turn on the heat herself and limit the number of puppies from all of us. You saw that plan just like I did. Then what Damien said. Now I want you to remember that first time you called Mimi's baby. Go over it very carefully. "

Mariella waited as she saw Damon start to reminisce. She put on the little spell she had found in her room again. It was annoying to Mariella when she didn't immediately know half of what was in the room until the need arose. This little spell would separate Damon and Damien's memories as effectively as it could, and it would also reveal Damien's feelings. It would help him so much and maybe then things could progress, but it was what it was. 

Damon would see what his brother was feeling. Mimi's memories were similarly marked now, but he didn't give Damien's feelings to Mimi. She didn't want to burden Mimi anymore. But Damon needed this, and maybe he would get the courage then to work with Mimi a little more and start teaching away what Damien taught Mimi in the shed. Maybe he could try to patch things up and help her. She did not tell about him those first memories of Mimi's or that feeling of sedation. No need to make Damon feel bad. Time to help with those would come too.

Damon went through the memory, right down to the strawberry picking. He noticed how Damien hated, how he saw Mimi from the very beginning as a victim who could be hurt, but Damien was weaker back then, deeper down when he didn't need to surface. He noticed how Damien didn't love Mimi at any point. Never. Damien was incapable of love and what he felt toward Mimi was a need to possess, a need to rule over her, a need to crush her. 

He noticed the differences in their feelings and realized he had never felt Damien's feelings. All his feelings were his own. And what was amazing was Damien's hatred for Mariella, for God. How Damien saw Mimi as a perfect victim to be crushed as she was so strong, like the force of nature, and how in Damien's eyes, Mariella was weak, nothing, not worthy of him. 

How Damien enjoyed the shed sessions, and Damon remembered the feeling, how it had come through and then he truly realized Damien had made him feel it. That perverted pleasure and he still remembered both times when Damien had killed Mimi and kept him so near the surface that he felt like he had done it. 

He knew he was going in the right direction and leaving the whole bastard behind. Damien had done his things to him too, and he realized that it took time to get rid of his perverse influence and he was still finding new things about himself, too. Oh, how he could one day kill Damien for good?

But the witches in the magic house had found little black figures in the paintings with a link to Damien. It was good that Damien had revealed that little thing. He had been too overconfident and thanks to that, they were still being removed. The Australian ranch had been burned to the ground. Animals had been given away and Damon was just happy that place was history. 

Mariella had all the shed sessions removed once again from Damon's head and seduced him into fucking. She had taken number two as well and the three of them as fervently and as fiercely as possible. After 24 hours, Damon went to take the cannula out of Mimi. The hormones were inside and biding their time. He could already smell a slight change. Mimi was still asleep, and they had time to decompress. They needed this so much. It was time to vent and properly do so. 

The room was enveloped in darkness, its warmth embracing me as I regained consciousness. Gradually, my surroundings came into focus, revealing the familiar setting of a medical facility. A sense of impending panic consumed me, as I knew I would soon awaken in a state of intense distress. This feeling was not new to me; I had grown accustomed to it over time. It took considerable effort to regain control and function even minimally.

As I became more aware of my body, I realized I was naked and inexplicably sore. Traces of my panicked state were evident throughout the room, with deep scratches marking the bedding against the wall. The frequency of my awakenings remained a mystery, as my throat felt raw and hoarse from what seemed like countless screams. I had created a makeshift refuge, a personal cave where I sought solace and regained composure.

My head felt peculiar, and my willpower diminished, but I persisted in harnessing this unfamiliar power of chaos, gradually making it my own. Amidst the chaos, one thought persisted - why couldn't I find solace and safety in Charles' arms? Especially when I was being rational and sensible. The effects of the drug were overwhelming, obscuring any sense of time that had passed, leaving me in a constant state of paranoia and fear, seeking refuge deep within the confines of my self-made sanctuary.

I could now feel panic on my felines as well and my alpha side, too. It was one thing that drove me deep into that den and kept me hiding. I felt utterly alone, helpless, sedated and so freaking vulnerable that I shook from fear and panic in that cave and I utterly could do nothing for a long time. I needed some safety, something that would keep me safe and sheltered. Why did they not let Charles and Adam see me?

But as my sanity took over briefly, I understood that I had had episodes of extreme violence and I was not sure could prevent them. It seemed that the drugs that Salvatore had used on me, blew up my rage and panic, making me an extremely dangerous creature. I would try to control myself and get on top of this medical panic as fast as I could. 

Mariella was pleased after four days about how she had got both Damon's unloaded. But number two had a problem. He wasn't married to either Mariella or Mimi, in case they got his papers at some point. Mariella promised that there would probably be a wedding at some point, and maybe she could get Adam and Charles to marry her, too. And maybe Damon would get remarried to Mimi without a prenup. You never know.

Now it was time to go and see a young lady who was awake and, now and then, even intelligent for a moment. Damon had monitored her thoughts from time to time and Mariella had seen pain on his face as he had glimpsed her panic, her helplessness, and her loneliness and it had taken a lot out of her to keep Damon in bed, unloading and not to go to Mimi and try to help her. Sex was more important than calming Mimi down. 

Damon said to her, "Now we will go in there. We go sit by the wall and we don't move. We are no threat to her and we see what she will do. Let's see if your blood will entice her again." 

Number two was going into the kitchen to make some food while number one and Mariella went to that dark room. There was a distinct smell of panic, fear, and whatnot, but they controlled themselves as they moved slowly and sat by the wall. 

Back in the dimly lit cave, a tantalizing aroma wafted into my nostrils, triggering a flood of memories: Mariella's blood. Though my mind was hazy and disoriented, the urgency to obtain her blood overwhelmed me. I could see her sitting nearby, oblivious to my presence.

Drugged and dizzy, I inched closer, my claws extending as I disregarded any potential harm to her. Tilting her head, I sank my teeth into Mariella's neck, drinking her life force with efficient and rapid gulps. It was a scorching elixir, satisfying my insatiable thirst. Once satiated, I crawled into Damon's embrace, seeking solace in his warmth. The scent of passionfruit enveloped me, complementing the comforting sensation of his body heat against my frigid skin. He didn't need to touch me; he simply allowed me to find a perfect spot to rest, a place where I could finally drift into slumber.

Mariella watched as they had gone into the room all calm and went to sit by the wall. Damon said to her in his head. "Let's see if the young lady is after your blood again. Now, don't move. We are being approached. Just stay right there, darling, and let her do what she does. We'll see what happens."

Mariella watched as the figure emerged from that den, naked, drugged with her moving unsteadily, but she could see her eyes being red, her bloodlust had been ignited. Mimi came up to her and sniffed, properly sniffed carefully at her neck, sank her claws into her, tilted her head, and then greedily went to eat. Then Mimi ate her fill and let go of her and crawled into Damon's arms. She was cool, her skin pale, and she looked quite skinny as well. 

Mariella could see Damon's arms now twitching as he would have liked to wrap them around Mimi, but not yet. Then Mimi lay there for a while sniffing at him, trying to get his body heat as she shivered and finally, with a contented sigh, went to sleep. Her breathing was light and slow and she was limp in his lap.

Damon quietly stroked Mimi, lightly at first petting her, almost, and same time controlling himself so damn beautifully. He restrained his need to care for her again. She moved a bit as she felt his touch. But Mimi just sighed and went back to her sleep. Mariella could see as Damon pressed his head and closed his eyes that he monitored Mimi would be deep enough asleep first. Soon, Damon stroked a little more and gathered Mimi into his arms so that Mimi's face was against his pheromone glands. He wrapped himself around her, warming her up with energy, too. 

Mimi was still asleep. Damon opened his pheromones, and Mimi didn't even pay any attention while Damon held her chin, keeping her mouth shut again so that Mimi sniffed and breathed through her nose long and hard. He had a plan for how to do this.

Damon released pheromone after pheromone. Mimi's heat would start as he would decide, Mimi's fertility took a big leap forward, and Mimi's reproductive urge strengthened. It was one very important to get on. Mariella had read in a book that if a female doesn't have enough of a reproductive drive, then she won't reproduce, and then there will be more of this alpha female mischief.

This medical condition now benefited them because Mimi could not function, and Damon was given all the pheromones for the day. They sat there for hours and Mariella did a cleaning spell to clear the stench of panic and desperation out of the space and make it more safe for Mimi. This would be repeated every day.

Damon was already giving Mimi a dose of digesters, which would break down the medicine more efficiently. He helped her as much as possible, but it would take a few days, maybe a week, before drugs were cleared enough out of her system as she had chopped off them any way she liked. 

It wouldn't be many days before Mimi was quite ripe and fully under his control. After eight hours, Damon gently carried Mimi into bed and covered her warmly. He had dressed her in his tee shirt so she would have something to wear and the smell of him would help her feel secure. They'd go back to fucking, and they'd come back every day. 

Tomorrow this would be repeated and the same thing would always happen, as the drug would be digested in peace, and Mimi would by then be saturated with pheromones, especially those that trigger the reproductive urge. He would also make himself to be her security again and maybe get their relationship a little better state. 

Damon wasn't sure if he had then subconsciously blocked it, even from Mimi, after the first time. It could be, but now he wasn't blocking, now he was raising it to its peak. He wanted her to reproduce and be part of the pack, too. 

It had been a week since they had started to do this and the drugs were almost all gone, Mimi had been a little awake as she slept those drugs off so it had been easy for them to go inside, and Damon took her in his arms and continued to give her pheromones and stroking her, keeping her near and she was still wearing his shirt.

As I woke up, a feeling of security washed over me. I felt little remnants of medical panic, but it was all gone now. As I got my mind working a little more, I realized I was in Damon's lap, and I started thinking, what the fuck? I was rooted right, completely relaxed, head on his pheromone, and he had his pheromones all spread out. And I was sucking them in, oh fuck, for want of a better word. I was trying to squirm and move away, realizing that I was wearing his shirt and he had once again gotten himself to be security. 

Damon was stroking me, and I could feel the time of heat coming pretty fucking close. I'd been so thoroughly 1-0'd that I didn't care. Oh fuck, that pissed me off.

Damon said softly in my ear. "You, baby, can't help your fate. It's almost time to get hot, and then you're going to need to reproduce, you'll see. Don't worry. I'll get you pregnant as soon as the heat is over. Others can get called embryos in, but baby, you've got an organic breed in store for you. So you're gonna have my cock and my sperm inside you, as long as you've got the radar. No stopping till then. And then, baby, try to remember I'm not patient about any defiance. You may breed again."

I sighed and tried to wrench myself away. But he didn't let go. I wiggled some more.

He whispered in a dark voice in my ear, " Remember to breathe, or I'll put enough will in your head to force you to breathe with it."

So I was a good girl and breathed the damn pheromones. it was all too late for now. I had had enough rough times, and I needed no more of it. Then Damon still held me in his arms but no longer forced my head onto his neck.

He stroked me, kept me very close to him, and said, " You're getting pretty good. I'll give you one more dose of the choppers, and then we'll see what happens. "

He sank his teeth into my neck, and the very first thing I felt was the velvet flow in my vein, and I stunned into his arms.

Damon laid the sleeping Mimi down on the bed after they had teleported out of the room already. He had given her a strong dose of black velvet so she would be asleep for a while. By the time Mimi would wake up, the medicine would have cleared up, and they would be on their way to the island for a fuck vacation. Oh, that Mariella was looking forward to this time.