6. Angel In Blue Jeans.

Then, my holiday began after Damon and Mariella had been home for two weeks. The sweet scent of freshly bloomed flowers filled the air as I stepped outside. The vibrant colors of the Azores awaited them, but Damon revealed that our adventure could extend beyond three months. His voice resonated with excitement as he informed me of our meeting point.

Boarding my private plane, the engine roared to life, drowning out any other sounds. The leather seats were cool beneath my fingertips as I settled in, knowing that my companions did not know this mode of transportation. My time with Charles and Adam had brought me immense joy, my heart filled with an exhilarating mixture of contentment and desire.

As I made my way to Asia, India specifically, the bustling energy of the streets enveloped me. The honking of car horns and the chatter of locals created a symphony of sound. A tingling sensation coursed through my veins, for I was a siphon, involuntarily absorbing energies around me. Through my own methods, I could control the influx, but sometimes I allowed myself to be overwhelmed, relishing in the thrill of experimentation.

Although I couldn't directly utilize these energies, I discovered that by combining them with my own rage and will, they could be magnified. Strength surged through me, as a result of finding suitable pairings through extensive testing. However, I soon realized that my lust was not a suitable candidate for these experiments, especially after my passionate encounter with Adam and Charles. It was off-limits, as it would only cloud my judgment.

Imagining the possibilities, I pondered what would happen if I were to amplify my lust with the kinetic energy from a passing car, channeling it through my will. The mere thought of it transformed me into a wild, untamed creature. Yet, if I infused my will with laughter energy, my mood would soar, casting a sunny disposition upon me. The possibilities were endless, and I reveled in them.

In addition to my energy pursuits, I delighted in exploring the vibrant bazaars, each step unveiling new wonders. The aroma of exotic spices wafted through the air, teasing my senses. I relished in the joy of discovering hidden gems in quaint shops, my hands eagerly clutching various trinkets and treasures. Who knew, perhaps I would even acquire a grand residence, a palace to call my own, alongside the one I already possessed in India. Time would be spent there as well, basking in its opulence and grandeur. 

I could have teleported or gone through the portal room, but I was enjoying myself now and didn't mind flying. It was already my own time. I wondered in my mind if I would bother to reproduce next time or not. Of course, you could always reproduce once in a while. I had heard Damon and Mariella say that it would be better if the gestation period was eight weeks instead of four.

Thought that having cubs was good then it would have to bring those not-so-happy memories as well, and I knew I needed to move on, having a litter of cubs seemed to be not so bad and who knows maybe it would be better this time as I knew Damon was not real with his affection on me, that he saw me a mere breeding machine, means to procreate and I would be wise to remember it.

He could talk and almost promise things to me, almost, not promise actually, as he knew his promises were always the ones that he kept and he did not want to bind himself with them. Being realistic, I would be just fine and I could enjoy being a mother once again. I knew I did not need a man to be happy and I could do this alone, too. All I had to do, was to remember to keep my mind on the ball, so to speak.

There are wonderful roads to drive along in India and in Asia as a whole, in fact. The good thing about the linked houses is that I always had somewhere to go for a safe meal, in my own house. Yes, I called them mine in my head even though they were in the pack's name, so they were still counted by prenup as my property. I was pretty satisfied whole prenup, and it was my security just in case.

Of course, my being the leader of fleas meant that in any case, prenup or not, I would be wealthy enough, but I just did not want to finance Mariella's life in case of divorce. As she had never had to earn her money, she was literally just created, and being part of the rich pack meant no financial troubles for her. 

If I divorced Damon, I'd get pretty damn much everything, and then Damon would probably have to pay me more if he wanted some of the places for himself. Yes, I know Damon is insanely rich too, no question about it, but since I've acquired so much for the pack over the decades, that's why. That's probably why he hasn't divorced me. And I would not break that prenup, not even close.

It was just my safety, my way of keeping things under control and I knew that it did bugged Damon and Mariella too as there was always that threat that not everything would be theirs. And Adam and Charles, being my husband, not prenup with them was again the next thing that upset those two quite a lot, too. 

I was lost in my thoughts about my relationship with Damon, not giving it much consideration. The ambiance was heavy with tension, as if the air itself carried the weight of our unresolved issues. The car felt suffocating, suffused with the lingering scent of disappointment and heartache.

In my mind, I could envision Damon eventually coming to terms with our situation, once he had overcome his unhealthy obsession with controlling me. He believed he loved me, or perhaps there was a time when he did, but that love had faded away when Mariella entered the picture. Despite the occasional moments of happiness we shared, the harsh reality repeatedly reminded me of my insignificance in his eyes. It became exhausting to continually subject myself to the pain, foolishly hoping he would be like Adam or Charles, only to realize he was not.

His heart belonged solely to Mariella, leaving me as nothing more than a tool for his own happiness. I was expected to breed with him, to prove his power over me. There was no genuine need for him to be with me, at least not in the way I desired. This realization prompted me to bury my emotions deep within, unwilling to let them resurface. The pain of heartache and sorrow had become unbearable, knowing I was nothing more than a pawn in his game.

Each time I witnessed their happiness, their unbreakable bond, and their blissful life, it only served as a painful reminder of my own sacrifice. I endured rough treatment, almost being yelled at, with no gratitude or acknowledgment for my selflessness. Instead, I was treated as a disobedient child, stripped of my autonomy and agency. He continued to view me as a child, rather than a wife or an alpha.

To escape the suffocating atmosphere, I took to driving to different countries. As I drove alone, the sound of my voice filled the car as I sang. Singing brought solace, a temporary respite from the pain. I had indulged in karaoke on occasion, and I had planned to invite Charles to join me. He possessed a remarkable singing talent, and I hoped that through this shared experience, we could find solace and distraction from our troubles.

I do fuck sometimes, but as I can do quite a lot of other things, Damon and Mariella are always looking down their noses at me. What can I do about it if I don't have to fuck 24 hours a day? As I said, I have seductions in mind now and then, but when they come to fruition, I don't know.

I explored countless bazaars, discovering treasures scattered here and there, and dedicating ample time to self-study. Amidst this, I realized the universe bestowed upon me enough challenges, allowing me to shield myself from further harm. This meant maintaining my distance from Damon and avoiding the risk of getting hurt.

It became apparent that being the only non-lustful, energy-driven creature amidst a pack dominated by women set me apart in ways no one could comprehend. This separation began after Damon's wizards test. Over time, I accumulated a few more secrets, which were nothing new to me. Keeping secrets was my forte, and it posed no problem. I did so for the greater good of the pack, as the triple-alpha, a fact unknown to anyone.

I noticed Mariella's disdain towards me when she returned from her demon hunt with Damon. She looked down at me because she possessed the mark of a witch, a white stripe in her hair. Little did she know what truly transpired during that time, just like Damon. Those secrets were mine to safeguard, with the possibility of revealing some of them someday, but to whom, I had no clue.

My greatest pleasure came from indulging in the purchase of exquisite rugs. With wealth at my disposal, the cost was never a concern. Despite Damon and Mariella's efforts to manage my finances, I had secretly stashed cash in nearly every residence, ensuring that I always had the means at hand.

Rugs, whether ancient or contemporary, were my favored choice, adorning the floors of my various dwellings. Walking on them offered a sumptuous experience, bestowing a sense of opulence and comfort. Alongside these rugs, I cherished an array of tapestries, proudly exhibiting them on my walls. Their rarity or age mattered little to me, for they infused my homes and palaces with an added layer of warmth and coziness.

It was a blissful experience to embark on a long road trip, indulging in the freedom to do as I pleased. No longer bound by the expectations of others, I reveled in the absence of being told how to dress, what to eat, or what to do. Unlike Mariella, who found such control endearing and comforting, I found it overwhelming and suffocating. Independence had become my second nature, and years of solitude had taught me to embrace it.

People often claimed that my desire for personal space was merely a result of programming, but it was simply who I had always been as a human. Even in the past, I preferred to be a loner, living independently and pursuing my own interests, rather than engaging in social activities. If there was any truth to the idea of programming, it had only reinforced this aspect of my personality.

Moreover, I held the position of a leader in the world's largest underground resistance movement against evil medical people and facilities, greedy scientists, and politicians who seek eternal life at the expense of the lives of others who had infiltrated every corner of society.

This role was inherently isolating, as I stood alone at the pinnacle, repeatedly reminded by life that solitude was the best path for everyone's safety. There were numerous reasons for this, starting with the fact that I was a person of interest, wanted by many, making it unsafe for others to be associated with me.

Additionally, my uniqueness set me apart from the rest of the world, with no one else like me and no chance of duplication. While it gave me a sense of purpose, it also solidified my acceptance of the loneliness that accompanied my singularity.

Now, it was time to return to the pack once again. After an incredible four-month Asian road trip, my holiday had come to an end. It was time to rejoin the group and discover what lay ahead. I wondered how deeply Damon and Mariella had fallen in love during my absence. One thing I knew for sure was that my liver would no longer need to contain any platinum, thanks to the enzymes. However, uncertainty lingered regarding heat or a breeding season. Only time would reveal the answers.