8.

I tidied up that day and baked; I had a visitor coming, so I had to do something about it. I made cake, filled cakes, strawberry cream, and buns, rolls, and even cream puffs. I put on a pink silk dress and did my makeup while I got ready. I now had blonde shoulder-length hair and nice shoes. I had got the house in order.

Reyes then arrived wearing a light blue tee shirt, black jeans, an enormous bouquet, and a bottle of white wine.

I said, " Thank you, these flowers are lovely. Come in, and the coffees are ready."

Reyes smiled and came in. Harper had sent me the information, and nothing strange showed up; he had lived a very quiet life for the last 50 years, and that already told me he was supernatural when he didn't age; the folder had pictures of his wife, child, and all the problems they had had. Apparently, Reyes's father was some bad guy, but he had fought his way out from under his father's rule for love. 

Reyes was a very interesting man. He had a powerful aura, a sexual aura; I suspected he was some kind of shapeshifter or something like that, you know, even if he was some kind of satyr or elf, because I didn't know what all the supernatural stuff was in the world.

I was relaxed around him, somehow; he was very trustworthy, and I felt like I had known him for ages. We were chatting over coffee, and I told him about my pack, the men. I told him about the party, about fucking the strange women, how the entire pack, and now from Magnum and Jake on down, had gone to the party; Harper had just sent me the information at the same time. I was very surprised as Jarod had gone there too, with his wife, but I wondered if this was some kind of fucking plot by Bran to make contacts. Do I fucking care about that? Not at all.

 Reyes looked at me for a moment and said, "I never do that to my woman. Whoever I'm with, I'm faithful to, and if what Damon did to you is true, the programming, I can help. I have my own abilities, too. I can protect you from that kind of abuse. "

I said, " That's all there is to it, but what if a POISON plays in the middle of a store or a parking lot? What if the medical company finds out about it? I'd be such an easy fucking victim. I know Damon cares and wants to protect, but those methods don't quite add up."

Reyes said, " He wants to control, he wants to dominate, he sees you as his possession. Vampires always do. You can't do anything for them. He didn't do it out of love, he did it out of power and lust to control you, he sees your leadership as a threat to himself when he should be the strongest and then when he goes dick first it doesn't work out."

I nodded and said, " When Damon and I don't really do anything but fuck, or he fixes me up or teaches me. We don't have a relationship as such. There's just sex, and it's been a while since I've had pheromones."

Reyes said, "Sex is important, but it's not everything; it's important to want to be together, to know each other, just to be close. I remember when Charley, my wife who could see the dead, came into my life. It wasn't easy at first, and then our daughter was born, but we were, we had a real love, and that's why we did it, to protect our child who we thought was a savior, but she was just a human being, lived a long good human life and died of old age."

Reyes' expression was tortured somehow, as if he remembered the love that had once burned in his heart, and now there were only bittersweet memories of it left, gnawing loneliness.

I smiled and said, " It must have been a perfect time, and it doesn't feel so wonderful now when there are only memories left."

He nodded and said, " You're a pretty excellent judge of character, I see. I'm just a lonely single guy whose past is the only good thing in my life."

I told Reyes about my studies, my gigs, and my relationship, and he told me some memories of the problems they'd had with Charley and how her ability had sometimes impeded their relationship. He was single; he had once had a wife and child, but she had made mercy and moved up to another level to protect their child. He had done the same but had gotten out of it when his protection was no longer needed, as their child lived a normal life and died of old age. He has been searching for his soul mate ever since. He left late at night, and I gave him my number.

He was an interesting man. He promised to call Bran and see if he could help. He wanted to do something. He was tired of living a quiet life. When I told him about the medical facilities, Sark, Krycheck, and other assholes, he saw an opportunity to act, not necessarily joining the fleas. Still, he could be in the pack, help all the werewolves, be a bit like Charles, a problem solver, and watch out. Bran doesn't attack me.

I seemed to get men to protect me, but that's ok. It's a wonderful ability to have and to keep, to be protected sometimes, even though it annoyed the fuck out of me sometimes, but then again, some feminine side of me was very impressed whenever I got someone to protect me. 

It took me a couple of days, only the next morning I noticed Reyes driving somewhere. I don't know where he was going, but he was a really perfect man. But I should have known that there is no such thing as a perfect man. At least I'm not supposed to have one, but I was too full of self-pity to see the truth. I was too easy and too good a victim.

 Three days later, Reyes came back. He had messaged me first and brought flowers and wine again. Reyes was lovely. Bran had agreed that Reyes might even be taken into the pack. Damon and Adam and Samuel, and Charles had found the little pussy. Women to fuck. These were usually the fortune hunters, and the men would order them everything from rings up.

When Damon announced he was also engaged to Amber, I was fed up. I said nothing in that message; it was just a text message, and Adam and the others were in the same boat with their women, perfect women. Damon even put in a message that when Amber knows he is the most important thing in Amber's life, not playing guerrilla leader, that's when the little bitch comes out.

My judgment went out the window, and I acted, so when Reyes put in a message that he was coming, I was ready. When Reyes came over, I kissed him. Greedily. I was wearing a red satin dress, heels with proper makeup, and my hair down; we chatted, we kissed, and his hands roamed down my body.

And I sensed his need, too, but he said, " Tonight, go to sleep; I know you have nightmares, but I'll help. Go to sleep, and I'll show you what I can do." 

I was panting quite hard. He had me in a very agitated state.

I said, " Fine, but it better be with a real good one."

He laughed and kissed me greedily. We continued to talk, kiss, and make out all night, and then he left late, telling me to go to bed.

I then went to sleep, and when I fell asleep, I was in another place. This felt like a dream, but then it wasn't a dream. Reyes was there, and now we were fucking, we were kissing; we were touching each other, and undressing each other, and he was wonderfully endowed.

I felt like my cunt was bursting, but then the pleasure took over, and I came so fucking many times and hard. It was wonderful how he worshipped my body; even though we were in heat, he was a magnificent lover and took me completely into consideration. We fucked, and I don't know how long it took when it was over; I came a million times. Nothing was enough, nothing was enough. I wasn't a sex beast now. I didn't want to fuck in exotic places when I was thrilled to be with him in bed and passionately. 

I will not describe in any detail what we did with Reyes, because Damon will read these memoirs. Even though Reyes has been taken care of, I have found that certain descriptions get my husband's jealous possessiveness going, which for me means he drags me into the shower, scrubs me long and hard, and then fucks me really hard on top, usually marking me with his scent.

This time I was with Reyes, I know now that I was weak, too weak, too emotional, and I am not supposed to be like that; I can never be a woman in distress who just waits for men to save her. I will try to tell you what happened, but I will not reveal everything I felt at the time; as I said, a jealous telepath is watching over me, and I do not now need proof of his love and devotion to me. But I can say that what I am writing I felt a lot more, even if it was all a lie. But it was all I needed.

It had been three weeks since that night, and my life was tasting wonderful again. I had someone who cared who wanted me, without my pheromones, with my scars. Reyes baked and cooked with me; he used quite a lot of cherries and lamb, while I preferred Wagyu when it was good for me, but I was getting better all the time.

I wasn't so miserable, and I felt comfortable at home. My rage had gone somewhere far away, and it didn't bother me at all. Reyes and we together were so nice that life tasted good; I didn't need guards anymore as Reyes kept me safe, and I didn't even wonder what condition the fleas would be in if Magnum, Adam, and Jake were all partying; my entire organization didn't even cross my mind. 

Reyes had been in my dreams every night, and I had fucked him in my sleep. In the morning, I'd woken up all fucked up but happy. We ended up in bed, wide awake. He was a wonderful lover, and I was happy. Nothing else mattered except that I got to be with Reyes. I didn't even care what he actually was.

We put Philly's house together and fucked passionately every night. This was our house, our home, and even though I'd read stories about Reyes, he'd had a story written by a writer. I just couldn't put it together in my mind.

Time took its own course, we chatted, we got to know each other better and better and at that moment I felt I had helped him heal from his wounds and losses, but unfortunately Reyes, if there had ever been any good in him, was a lost cause long before he came after me. Even I couldn't save him. 

I have sometimes thought about that time, about Reyes, and even if his intentions were not good or right, he was broken, broken by love and loss, or maybe just a character in a book series influences my judgment on the matter. Still, I can't just be angry or furious with him. I am also sad for the good that died inside him.

What I've learned is that the truth is more amazing, more drastic, more wrenching than fiction, and if the love between Reyes and Charley in the book was incredible, then yes, it was in real life. Such a loss of love is heartbreaking. I know it myself how hard love can break. And a part of me still wishes I could have helped, mended, and shown him that love again, but Charley was the only true soul mate for him; I was just a tool in his plans.

We had been together for three months, and Damon or Adam didn't even cross my mind. I didn't feel a pack bond. Nothing at all. Time didn't matter, or the pack didn't matter to anyone but my perfect man. It was like the read my mind and was everything I could ever want.

He was so damn perfect. He was handsome and funny; we did things together, and he understood me. He loved me and only me. He didn't even want to look at other women in the shop. He was the complete opposite of everything bad about Damon. There was only Reyes.

I was in great shape. I was fat. Reyes had calmed my body down so that I could absorb the spare food much better. I already weighed 96 kilos. But that didn't affect our sex life. He filled me up, too, but his bump was thicker, and I felt my uterus stretching under the effect. It seemed to increase my sex drive, making me even more willing.

My fat body was no obstacle; Reyes was skilled enough and could fuck me very well; we could fuck for 12 hours or more now. I felt that my fat body made Reyes very horny and eager, especially when he felt how full my womb was in the morning. He really pressed it, feeling my womb stretch as thick substance and pressure from his hands made my womb stretch, and I came from it. It was kind of super arousing.