5. 2 Become 1

Damon then turned on Mariella's heat cycle two days later, and they went to breakfast. Mimi had reportedly already eaten, knew what was coming, and had no problem with it. It did not really matter as this was the lady's own doing and she had more or less planned this. They had no choice but to go on the island and fuck there for three months, enjoy themselves, and try to forget this bang of conscience about Mimi and deserting her again.

Damon hoped they would not breed after this heat, but he could not be sure, as he had no idea what kind of heat this was going to be. At breakfast, he noticed her absence. As he monitored her mind, he noticed how closed off she was. Damon felt Mimi was so damn much more distant, withdrawn, sort of in her shell, not in the pack, but when you can't blame her.

He had made his lesson. Charles had done his thing and then he had to choose others over her and again she got a life lesson that she would never be a priority and Damon had to try to accept that maybe it was like that. No matter how much he wanted to change that fact. 

They were a lust pack, energy beings, and their life was sex again. They weren't so much changed as he had hoped or thought that they were. It was like their learning and change did not hold on and they slipped so damn easily back to old habits, forgetting all the progress that they thought they had done. Damon knew he could not take so many feelings from Mimi as he had thought originally, as his and Mariellas' bond and relationship had been so different.

Even the ex-fucking machines were a bit of a dalliance with wolves, but not Mimi. This one had fucked no one. Intimacy, love, warmth, and nourishment were all part of their sex, and Mimi was not involved. Mimi wasn't part of it. It was kind of shameful, but then again; they were what they were, and it was their habit, not Mimi's and she was still reserved in sex and intimacy. Too much had happened to her, and she knew she would be better on her own. Less heartbreak.

At that point, Damon decided he would put her in order when the heat was over. He would stun her in some way, and then the flank organ would be filled, the hormones would be set right, and most importantly, the knowledge of how on earth she had done all this would be dug out of her head. She was too sly; she had too much information that she was not willing to share. It was not right that the alpha female decided what the pack would do and not the alpha male. 

They had their island to go to, and Damon thought they might as well go to the Hawaiian castle Mimi bought once. It had been hers, and he'd never even been there. He remembered how he had punished her for buying that castle and what it had then brought on. So much stuff and their history had not been a normal relationship. It was like they were two forces of nature that fought and then something always happened.

He knew she would not appreciate it for some reason, which was why they were going there. It was one of her nests or special places and it would be the start of this new time to put her in order by going into that castle and living there as a pack. make there may be room for them, too. It would be so perfect to have a bedroom just for them. And she would have to just accept it. Oh, if he would make the main bedroom of that castle there, as alpha bedroom.

When the pack went into heat, I was happy. I was putting one room in order as I had time and I was making my holiday plans already. It would be good for the pack to have a good time and make memories of that island during that heat. They would spend three months on the island, enjoy each other, and if there were consequences, then there would be. Yes, I could help with puppy care or baby care, whatever. It would be just moving forward if there would be breeding time. But I was less happy when Damon announced we would return to my Hawaiian castle or island before they left.

I have been putting that island a little bit in place. That castle was gorgeous. I had rarely been there myself. And for some reason, I didn't want the pack to go there because the island was a project. That castle was a project, and I wanted to do it myself so badly. There was so much to do: decorating, yard work, making new rooms, putting my stuff in place.

But when the leader of the pack said so, I couldn't fight it. His voice was tight enough that there was nothing I could say or do, and he was waiting for me to react. I swallowed all my irritation and said fine. Let's come then because I wasn't allowed to go there in advance, as I had to come there when he announced they were already there. This is my life. They wanted to see what there was and what I had done, and it would be just one more time when I needed to learn to control myself. 

As my extra holiday started, I had my plans ready. I went for a drive. First, I bought a new car. Luxury Maserati, bright pink, and I drove around Europe, and I went to all the little shops and bought all the crazy stuff. I had my favorite shops where I found all the little curiosities and also an excellent collection of books, rugs, furniture, and all that came to my eyes.

Three months went by pretty damn fast, and I was back in as good a shape as can be. I had kept myself fit. I had stopped here and there, eating as I should and doing stuff. I got my head a bit more in order, and I was ready to move on. Shopping therapy had its place, and it helped me quite a lot and it was a good thing too.

I needed to learn to move on and remember to react. Keep on reacting as much as possible and not go into my shell and be on my own. Not that I would explode into pack eyes if they would decorate my island, my castle. Oh yes, it was still mine, and I was not gonna stop thinking about it as my own. Let's see if one Salvatore tries to do something about it. I was not afraid of him.

Maybe there would be an afterheat, and no one would pay any attention to me. And I knew that there were quite many hidden passages in that castle and on that island, as I had used my dark finder radar in the past as I had been there. Well, let's hope that the pack will not watch me too carefully. 

I was even ready to unload. With Charles and Adam and the boys, but not Damon, because that trick of having to go to Hawaiian Island said something about the Lord's mood, and I wasn't sure that individual was ready to unload me, anyway. He had some sort of problem with me and I guess Princess Mariella had been talking about me and my new outlook on life. It very well may be that he had seen me as a challenge. My independence is something that does not suit his brief life or his position as alpha male. 

His need to assert his dominance over me was something that I did not need. I wasn't in the mood, and I certainly didn't think he was in the mood to unload. I didn't want a second teaching session. My unloading would happen with my four and then it would be a good thing, not a catastrophe like last time, but this time I would end up getting this pressure out of my mind. 

So when the order came to come to the Hawaiian castle, I went there. I had just spent a few days in a Romanian sex den and went through the portal room to get there. Oh, there was a buzz going on already. The pack had apparently been here for a couple of days, and a lot had already been changed; all the art and decorations had been moved to the museum, and rugs had been replaced on the floors quite a damn lot.

I had had lovely soft rugs on the floors but as Damon wanted to put little more expensive rugs on walls or safety and not on the floor, there had been some redecorating. Now there were a lot of very rustic rugs made of fabric, made of warp and weft. It was not bad looking but those rugs of mine had been nicer beneath my feet, but I was not going to raise war over rugs. 

Besides, it was almost amusing as I had here a lot of statues and paintings and all of them were moved into our museum safely. Our museum had a lot of art and paintings, most came from our houses, my houses as I liked to see paintings on the wall but as they were quite expensive and rare, they belonged to the museum and again pack got a good reputation as an art lover.

I walked down the stairs. Everyone was downstairs in the lobby or whatever bigger space it was and there were enormous sofas put in there, so the entire pack had room to sit and talk. As I descended there, I noticed that something was not right. Damon gave me a passing glance. He looked pale, and I heard someone else sneeze. Strange.

It was rather surprising to see a pack in this shape. I made it all the way downstairs and started looking around a bit. Some of the pack members sat on the couch, wiping their noses, sneezing, and coughing. Mariella was sitting in one chair, coughing rather nasty-sounding.

Damon was pale. And when I got close to him, I noticed he had a fever. He was shivering slightly. I wanted to look through the entire pack, and it looked like the whole fucking pack had caught some kind of flu, influenza of any kind. I should get this pack of mine sorted out. Again, I knew I would not get this disease.

Because I'm an alpha female, my instinct kicked in that I've got to get mine fixed this time. My instinct told me I was going to get my pack taken care of. My teeth told me I was going to get my pack sorted out; yes, it may take a while, and I need to be patient and clinical. Oh, and I hope they like my dental stuff then and that I'll put everything in order.

I felt my instincts would be best to guide me and now this was a little tricky for me as I liked to be in control and being a clinical doctor, not led by instincts, but now this was different from normal hospital work and I felt a little unsure. Just a little bit, my normal neuroses tried to kick in, and I was doubting my teeth as I made usually poisons, but as I was the alpha female.

Maybe I could do it. I just needed to trust my instincts as alpha, not overthink, and not think of these as humans. I could do it. And I needed to get the pack to see it and here was time to use that old saying, "Fake it til you make it" so I needed to be believable and in the lead and not show them I was not hundred percent sure about myself. Only time will tell me if I actually can pull this off.