21.

 Mariella was walking into the kitchen when she heard laughter. She stopped and listened for a while. There was Mimi, Charles, Adam, and numbers two and four. They were having a good time, but not fucking. They had been fucking for a week and she had to distract Damon, as he had been very jealous and wanted to go several times and stop them.

Mariella was little in two minds if to tell Damon this, but he was a telepath, so it would be better to tell him. She sighed in her mind, feeling left out of something fun. Somehow it was an upsetting idea, and it got her in the right mood to blow a whistle on this group. Mimi had gotten herself a pack of her own and she was all triple alpha now. Mariella was so damn jealous of those marks of hers, she had always felt superior to Mimi and somehow this revelation made her feel like an idiot.

She walked to the bedroom back and said to Damon, "Darling, I am not sure if there is anything but, Mimi is having fun, or she is doing something with several salvatores and Adam and Charles too. They are laughing and they fucked for a week before."

Damon raised his eyes to his wife, seeing that she was disturbed, and he was thinking. Mariella had these bouts of jealousy and she had not taken Mimi's marks or Mimi's lock of hair very well. She was moody and upset, and it had taken time for him to get her to calm down.

But now when he heard Mimi was having fun with salvatores and men, he could not help feeling jealous of himself. He remembered how they had done that diamond painting as a pack and it seemed that Mimi was learning to work as a pack, but somehow he and Mariella were not included. He scanned Mimi's thoughts. Seeing her shopping with men, they were in her office and having fun, getting curtains, and rugs working as a pack and he felt somehow his rage surfacing. 

Mariella came to him, wrapped around him, and kissed him. Trying to calm him down. Mariella had not looked at what she had been doing but Damon had it had been something upsetting. She seduced Damon back to bed. At least for a few days, or even hours. 

We were ordering stuff late at night and then we went to eat. We would put rooms in order the next day and the rest of the night was time to shop yet, but we had to eat and oh boy, we had fun.

Boys were quite talented at finding new shops were to buy stuff and every one of them had their taste and they differed quite a lot. We were joking around and I promised them to do sometimes one spout of drunken shopping, meaning we would get very strong booze, drink, and order.

The more drunk you would get more bizarre your orders would be. And then it was fun because at least I ended up usually that drunk that passed out with no memory of most of my orders and it was part of the game, just to wait for what would come in the hamster warehouse. Several Salvatores were sure that they had better booze tolerance than me and they would drink me under the table. I had no doubt about that, but it would be fun to do sometime in the future then. 

The rest of the night we ordered and then when morning came, we had a substantial breakfast and then we went off making rooms. I had not seen Damon or Mariella for that matter and neither of them had spoken anything or been in the kitchen eating and several days went by.

I was enjoying myself. My boys were with me, from time to time, helping me and fetching sometimes stuff to me if I needed something. Of course, they were always very protective, and, for example, putting up curtains if the room was a little higher was always that they tried to intervene. I was enjoying this, my companions, too, and they were not afraid to tell their opinions on my choices too. 

Mariella had tried to calm Damon down for several days but he was watching Mimi's thoughts and Miss was too happy, she was having too much fun and damon was jealous. Mariella had no choice but to go to shower with him, watch him dress himself and they went to breakfast first and after that, he would see what Mimi was up to. 

I was putting rooms in order when Damon came to the door. He looked at for a while what I was doing before he spoke. He seemed not too happy.

He told me, "You know, baby, we could do things together sometimes. I know that you have had little helpers here and there."

I turned around, just to see Mariella coming along, wrapping herself around Damon and kissing him hungrily. Damon kissed her back. I did not comment. I continued to select curtains in this room. I chose bright green with golden leaves on them, took them, got off the ladder, and started putting them up.

Soon I felt strong arms wrapping around me, the scent of apple and Charles's soft breath next to my ear as he hissed at me, "Honey, you and ladder is not a good combo, come on, let me put them up, these are pretty by the way, you know I like green don't you?"

I turned a little, I was still on the ladder and I said," Hmm, I can handle this. No need to worry about me, my love."

He grunted. Kissed me greedily and for a long time. And I pressed my head to his neck and nuzzled his pheromones. Then he lifted me down. I watched him put those curtains up.

Damon sneered at the door. "So this is our marriage nowadays. Where I am air to you, and Charles is your life, is that so, baby?"

I was flabbergasted, but I said," No Damon, our marriage has never been true. Mariella is the one you want. I get bits and pieces of you. You are not the same when you were only with me. Charles has been there for me. He loves me and wants to be with me. He had no one else more important than me."

Damon said, in a poisonous voice, "But didn't I just tell you I want to do something with you?"

I sighed. I was not in a mood, but I was tired of this rat race with him. "And didn't Mariella come and wrap around you, you kissed and I had to watch it, again, she is right now in your arms, and you accuse me, that I don't want to be with you, look at yourself and your actions think before you come at my face and accuse me. You don't want me to have anyone. The same goes for Mariella. She wants all the men for herself. The only reason you are here is because either you want to fuck this room or then I am too happy. "

Mariella was silent. Damon looked at me. Then number four came by. He had my bedsheet packets that I had to ask him to bring me. He put them into bed, came at me, and kissed me. Smelling as my Damon. No spell. He was truly mine. Hungry for kisses, too. He wrapped himself quite tightly around me and he had been a little surer now of himself. He had been with me more. 

I kissed him back and said, "What do you think? Charles is nasty. He is not letting me onto the ladder."

Number four grunted, and said, "Nice curtains. Give this room some air. And baby, you and ladder, not a good combo."

Mariella came into the room. Wrapping herself into number four, and teleported him away. Charles had gotten curtains up and Mimosa was at the door asking Charles to come to see something.

Charles grunted and said to me, "Don't climb any ladder honey, be a good girl. " Then he left. 

I opened the bedsheet packets, and Damon was still there. He came and sat in bed. Looked at me and said, "So this is personal. You kiss number four, more or less a fucking machine, and you make out with Charles but me. Your alpha male gets ice queen."

I looked at him and said, "What do you want me to do, kiss you? Your body language suggests that you do not want me to come near you. You are just watching that I am alone. I do not know what so bad, so evil I have ever done to you for you to be cruel to me. What is my crime that you punish me for a year after year?" I had it. I was so bored with being quiet, so I let it out. 

I questioned him, "How long my sentence will be, will there ever be a time when you permit me to be happy, or do I just to witness you and Mariella's perfect marriage, a perfect relationship, and be a good alpha female, breed when I am asked to, obey, be a good girl but not enjoy my life." his eyes flashed with my accusations but I was right. I was reacting here. 

I was not finished yet "You always reason your decision that it is a pack benefit, well it is not in my benefit, but I am not really in your pack. Because I am not an energy creature or a witch. I am just chaos, nothing but a womb and some pheromones, one creature you to control and bully. I am nothing to you."

Damon said nothing as he turned around and walked away. Damon walked to the living room, took bottles of bourbon, and started to drink. Mimi had once again said truths about things, but still, she was his alpha female and she chose others. He drank, thoughts whirling in his mind, jealousy, possessiveness, his female, his decision. He remembered how Mimi had loved when he had dominated her, bitten her, and he had the right to Mimi.

And Mimi's stubborn refusal of breeding or heat, how she manipulated the entire pack, everyone so Miss could get some free time and didn't have to do her duties as a breeding female. No, no, it was time for change. Now he would show her, he would go in, make her go into heat, breeding heat.

He would breed her during heat, and then they would have a long and prosperous breeding time in the pack. Miss would have no choice but to be pregnant, tend to her cubs, and kittens with the help of the pack and then she would be in line. She would have understood her place and her duties for him.

Damon drank and made a plan. He was drunk and lusty and Mariella was busy to make sure that number four, the one who was closest to Mimi, had been all the time, would get once again in good fucking machine mode. It was a little harder since that side had come out fully in number four and no potion would make it go away, because it was meant to be. It was meant to be that Mimi would have one Damon, her Damon in this pack, but he and Mariella, too, saw this as a challenge.

Mariella had explained to him, why these salvatores are fucking machines. That is because they have trauma to be dealt with and sex is the lust pack's way to deal with trauma. Number four was a particular need to fuck because he had in that pen Mimi had signed all of her divorce papers and he had to have witnessed and feel Mimi's, his baby's anguish and sorrow, raw pain that came always when she signed those papers.

That was also the reason why number four wanted to be Mimi. He remembered those times. That had made him ultimately when Mimi had stopped existing burst out, that part of the Damon that Mimi loved, had come to be, permanently and Mariella tried to seduce that version too. He had felt them and Mariella tried to help him cope, to unload those feelings by fucking with the wolves or with her. Mariella was also jealous and no matter how many magic potions she gave him, he still clung to Mimi.