15. Wouldn't it be good?

Damon looked at me for a long time and said, " This is not going to be pleasant, as you know, but for now, I can't think of another solution. You need enzymes, we need them to get heat. Lack of them is starting to soon affect your values. I am truly sorry to put you through this, knowing this is the most awful pain ever, but there is no other solution."

I nodded. My enzymes had been at rock bottom for almost six months, and Damon could think of no other way than to platinum my liver for a week or two, as long as there were enough enzymes, but that would do.

I said, "It's fine, it is nothing new."

It was time for me to be, once again, an ice queen. I can handle this. It is just a pain, nothing more. 

Mariella had suggested I go to another house for the time being so Damon's radar wouldn't be disturbed. Of course, anything for lovers. Damon wouldn't allow Adam or Charles to be near me because the treatment wouldn't work if I had painkillers. No matter what form it took. So I went to a newer castle in Italy, where there were many aquariums to treat and all sorts of things.

I got on my back in bed, and Damon brought me a half-liter bag of pure platinum. He always drew a 50-ml syringe full from the bag and carefully injected it into one end of my liver. When the entire bag was used, I was allowed to get up and teleport away. I did not bother to say that, much less would have sufficed. He was looking at me that way like he knew what he was doing. Well, at least I would have enzymes soon. 

This would be hell. Now there was still no way I could relieve the pain. Now this had to be kept as hard as possible for as short a time as necessary. I didn't tell anyone that I wouldn't eat or drink much during the whole thing. I'd get myself in shape when the enzymes were right. No rage, nothing, and as for precaution, Damon bit my neck to rage blocker, as he did not trust me, not enough. Let's see what will happen to us. Then he hit me with his fist right in my liver, so the pain exploded. I teleported away, not letting him see my tears of pain. 

Damon sighed as Mimi teleported away. Having to put Mimi through that kind of pain for the greater good was almost too much. He had ensured that pain would be maximum by hitting her on the liver, so maybe this suffering would not be too long. Radar was off, and Mimi was soon out of his thoughts.

All was better now. Damon lazily went to see what his wife was up to. She had now discovered cooking and baking for real, and often Damon found his wife in the kitchen, like now. It didn't take him long to seduce her into the bedroom. It was not the time to play cook, and it was easily done as Damon let his hands wander all over his wife's body. 

They had a passionate time in the bedroom as wolves distracted the men so Adam and Charles would not think of Mimi all the time. They had each other, and Damon was truly happy. His soul was singing, and he felt at peace. Life was perfect.

They spent four days there until Damon smelled how Mariella had started to smell of tarragon. Mimosa had told them that the first symptom of a medical problem is the smell of some herb. So that was what alerted Damon. Oh shit, medical problem. He teleported Mariella to the medbay and sank his teeth into her neck. He did not consult anyone and did not think that a protector would be more proper for treating her. No, he did it. He wanted to treat her. He had the best teeth substances, the most experienced of them all. 

He stayed like that for three weeks until the severe infection started to fade. At her worst, Mariella had only had two straps. He stayed with Mariella the whole time before she finally opened her eyes. He kept her in his arms, not letting Charles or Adam too near at all. 

Mariella woke up, her body was sore and tired, and she found herself in Damon's arms. He was holding her close against him, his powerful arms kept her in their tight grip. Damon's face was pale, tired too.

"Hey, you, what happened?" Mariella asked tiredly.

She couldn't even remember when she and Damon just fucked.

He looked at her, relieved, and said, " Medical problem. Two straps, darling. Do you have to test me so hard?"

Mariella was happy when she was okay. Damon kept her close to him. Stroked her. it was a warm, safe place to be but her rescue radar went off, and she had one thing on her mind: "What about Mimi? Has anyone looked at her enzymes?"

Damon shook his head. Not so down to earth now. He suspected that Mimi would get to keep the platinum for up to a month. Damon let Mariella out of the bed as she needed to go to the bathroom. He was starting to think how long ago he put that platinum in her liver. Oh, she must have had the platinum for almost a month. Fine. Damon texted Mimi the code to the medicine cabinet where she could find the platinum binders. She was the doctor, so she could handle herself, too. In Damon's mind, Mariella was the only thing that mattered, and she would be fine. 

I could feel the enzymes slowly starting to kick in after two weeks. However, no one texted or asked questions. I was always in contact with Mimosa, and she informed me that Mariella had a bad medical problem. Oh well, that explains it. But now I had the enzymes, so I could start to help my condition. I called Colin and told him about this problem. 

He said to me, "I can't be sure, but what I have now learned is that your body is peculiar enough for your emotions to influence it, and since you have now evolved maybe your own feelings and stress are making your body not to function as it should. It is a big deal for you to become alpha female, to witness Damon's bliss with Mariella, to notice his jealousy over you and men, and to defend your men against wolves. And then there is possible breeding. You have still issues with that and I don't blame you. You have no one to talk to, no one who would understand even a fraction of what you are going through. And Damien being free. Maybe this enzyme thing will persist until there is some stability in your life." 

I thanked Colin. it was good to know. It is just what I am, weirdo, freak, but I was not gonna say a word about this to anyone and I knew that Colin would keep his mouth shut too. He told me that he could come and help me to get rid of the platinum, but I assured him that I could handle it. 

Two weeks later, I got a text message about a platinum binder. Fine, I put it on the drip, but yeah, the feeling started to disappear from my liver. I don't mind, but now I won't be going back for a while. I don't want to. I had just for my rage back and I used it to function. My right side was black, hard, and quite numb, too. 

When Mariella had a medical problem, so did I, but this is a mild one. Fever, nausea, muscle aches. I don't mind when I take my rage out. Completely. Fuck the bunch. I got my rage fully open so nothing felt. This had been a hellish, lonely, painful time, and I felt again so alone, I did not belong to that pack, not at all. 

Once again, Mariella is the queen. All hail Mariella! Fuck it. I would just politely say thank you to the pack leader. I didn't say anything else. When lovely Charles called and asked how I was doing, I lied straight out that I was perfectly fine, just giving the lovebirds some space to be alone. I reminded Charles how he, as protector, must be in distress and directed him to Mariella. My rage let me keep my voice steady, and no video calls, so no one saw my real state of being. 

Mariella had recovered quite well in a week, and Damon was all the time almost maniacally looking after her to make sure she was okay. He would not let her out of bed too often. He helped her to wash, not fuck, but he caring now. He took several sets of bloodwork and Mariella saw the first-time ruthless doctor Damon who had invented now sedative flank for her, so she was a good girl while he took a lot of blood tests.

Mariella got fed up finally and tried to do something, saying, " Why don't you care for yours? My protector is watching my food, but who's watching Mimi? Is she as okay as she let Charles assume? How about you invite the lady here so I can see her with my own eyes? My radar is not cooling off when it comes to her and I hate when I have to put ignore on alert."

Damon sent Mimi a text message to say she could come back.

The reply was, "I can come back, but I'm not coming back yet. Aquarium work calling, and I've got platinum poisoning to recover from, see the enzymes were fine at the two-week point, but now that my liver is a bit stressed, I'll come back when I'm 100%, my alpha male. Yours, alpha female, on sick leave."

Damon showed the note to Mariella, who sighed. Damon was not sure what to do. He wanted to be with Mariella, but she was adamant about caring for Mimi, too. He was thinking maybe he should send Adam or Charles there. 

Mariella did not want that. She wanted Damon, as protector and chief medical doctor of the pack, as well as pack leader and husband, alpha male, would check on her by himself.

She said, "Damon, go and see what's going on. Replace the liver if you have to, but put it in medical mode. Now go. You can be a ruthless doctor when needed. I have seen it. "

Damon left as he did what Mariella asked. 

I was doing aquarium work when I replied to Damon's message. My text message was on point and I was not going to be on the pack before I was a little more fine. My liver was still black. I felt quite weak. For some reason, my hands were shaking a little now and then, but not so bad now. I'll be fine.

I felt sick the whole time, so I didn't bother to eat. Even the bump caused my stomach to turn. I always took a drip as I passed if I managed to get the cannula in place. It was a little difficult because I was not in the mood to be cannulated and that damn cannula always disturbed me, so I rip it out quite soon. I am immortal and resilient. I knew I could recover from anything without any treatment, but it just takes time, sometimes more, sometimes less.

I had my rage, which I had now combined with my will and a touch of chaos power. With that power, I would survive. 

I had the energy tanks, and I could boost partly with them, but as our pack is a lust pack, I had my powerful lust. Well, it wouldn't help to use it because I'd just get fucked and fucked hard. I had used a little bit of everything to boost my state of being so I would not be on the bottom of the bed, moaning from pain and confusion.

I had plenty of different energies too, but to use them, well I was a little sick and not always thinking so carefully about what might come out so I had tank after tank, different concoctions of energy that I had no way to control or manage if I would take them out. I would have to dilute them somehow, but after I would be fine, healthy. I had one book telling me how to dilute energy as an exploiter, but now I was not strong enough for it. 

I was in one room, putting new plants in one empty aquarium, when a voice behind me said very dangerously firmly. " Liver a little stressed, baby, really. Have you been eating at all this whole time? I think you've got some medical problem going on, too. And why on earth is your rage all over the place?"

Oh, this individual has a Question Time.

I turned around, looked at Damon, who was irritated at being here, good that is something that I can use to ensure my peace in here and said, "My rage is wide open because I'm pissed off. Did you know that platinum in the liver is monstrous? A smaller amount, much smaller, would have been enough. But you wouldn't have believed me. It doesn't matter how fucking many times I've had platinum in my liver because you know fucking better. And that rage blocker, with that hit on my liver, well, here we are. I am not yet fine, not in a long shot, but I will be. I am in this shape."

I lift my several layers of clothes, revealing my fully black right side.

My voice was pissed off.

Damon looked at me questioningly from head to toe and said clinically, "Oh yeah, you need to be sedated somehow, you need an operation, that is full-on necrosis you have gotten in there, multiplication enzyme may be active too. But as your rage is on display like that—tougher job. I can't help you, Mimi, if you don't start putting your rage down. I can do nothing. Your rage will push through whatever I try to hit you, so it is no use. You need treatment and you need to cooperate on this one."

I waved at Damon and said, "Cheers, then, look immortal. it is not nice that you can't now access my rage, to put it into the bundle. You see, I have a little bit evolved in that area too, so I keep my rage on, thank you very much. I'll win this medical problem in the end, as you know. I talked with Colin. If I need to, he can operate me without knocking me out cold. Just leave me alone. You're probably going to take a pretty long vacation from me now, but you won't miss me. Bye-bye, go be with Mariella and have fun."

Damon teleported away. Oh fuck, a good 1-0 just got done. I was not gonna let Colin operate on me. My tissues would probably heal on their own or then I would cut myself that black part off. It was numb, so no biggie. 

Damon teleported over to Mariella with a pissed-off look on his face.

He said, "A medical problem, rage right on display, combined with the lady's own will and chaos, and the lady doesn't want any help. I can't get access now to that rage to control it. Right side in full-on necrosis, full-on rage. Not gonna cooperate, she has spoken to Colin. Now I don't know what we can do about it. I think we, darling, go to the bedroom and forget about those crazy little bitches. Because there is nothing I can help her with."

Mariella sighed. This, this was Mimi's superpower. How to get Damon to back off and back off properly? Damon couldn't always rise to the challenge and didn't always want to. He'd offered to help, and apparently, Mimi had said something that struck Damon again in just the right way to make him back off. Now, it was again a balancing act to get Damon in the right frame of mind without too much wrenching because then Damon wouldn't have the energy to finish the job.

Fine. She let Damon lead her into the bedroom and fuck her. She knew Damon would tell her what hit him at some point. Even if not intentionally. But it would come. When it came to Colin, well Mariella had never met him so she had no idea that was Colin a good doctor now Mimi was multiple, but this would be Damon's job to get Mimi back in health.

She also pondered how to help Damon get a grip on Mimi's rage and what she had done to her rage to block the most powerful telepath in the world to get access to it. Mimi was a really powerful creature, too. 

They had been fucking furious for four days when Damon said, "You know, I had no idea how much platinum Mimi's liver was supposed to put in. The idea was that it would be effective, but fast. Well, now it was fucking effective and less fast. It didn't even occur to me to ask Mimi what amount was enough or how much she'd had before. Then I bit into her rage blocker and punched her in that liver before she teleported away. I didn't think and I guess the multiplication enzyme has activated at some point. "

Damon sighed. He looked at the ceiling, thinking things over in his mind, blaming himself. 

Mariella gasped. Oh, such a problem! Of course, Damon felt bad for leaving Mimi to her own devices badly platinized. He had tried to ensure that treatment had been fast and efficient, but as her medical problem had come out, Damon had forgotten Mimi as well and the entire pack had forgotten her too.

And the lady had then taken the rage, and then nothing would feel anymore, no matter how you hurt. And a medical problem on top of that. That's what had blown the rage out of the water. There has been some kind of substance, rage inducer in that shell too. Mimi just assumes that she let it out herself. 

"Damon, Mimi's rage medical problem is the cause. Miss just hasn't noticed it herself. Miss needs to be knocked out somehow. You need to make a cocktail, darling, and make it strong. It's just got to take effect as quickly as possible. We need to get it into her before she can even start to try to block it with her rage. We need to address that rage at some point too, and make some sort of system so you can get a grip on it if needed." Mariella wondered aloud.

Damon sighed and said, "Well, if that cocktail should get on as fast as possible so she had no time to prevent it, it needs to be shot in the heart. Do you want to see it? I bet the look on her face is worth seeing. We just need to get the medbay in a bit of shape first, so it'll be easier to teleport Mimi straight to treatment. I have no idea yet how to manage her rage. It had to be in the future then. We can keep her sedated once I get her knocked out cold, initially."

Damon was already starting to plan. Mariella knew they were on the right track. Damon needed to be in charge and strong in these situations, too. Mimi knew that and knew how to turn it around every time. Not anymore. Mimi hadn't fucked with Damon at all unless Damon took the alpha male initiative and roughly took Mimi by force. She'd only been with Charles, mostly.

She hadn't even looked at Damon with a bold, beautiful look in her eyes for some time. Yet another thing that sort of eroded Damon's authority over Mimi. Well, if only this would help again. They put the medbay in place, and all was set to go soon. They would get one little bitch to treat whether she wanted it or not.

Damon went to the medbay and loaded up three tranquilizer darts. That would be enough. Even one would be enough, but it was best to be safe. Mimi would now come for treatment. That was a certainty.

I continued my activities in the Italian castle for a couple of days. I knew I'd probably have to have a minor surgery at some point because I was feeling pretty full. It just meant one thing. it could be that the initial punch in my liver had activated it.

My multiplication enzyme had been activated once again. It's an advantage if you want to grow new organs quickly; it really is, but then it's more of a disadvantage nowadays when it's not under control. Because then I'm growing organ after organ when I don't need to. Colin might want to help me. 

Everything about me is strange and peculiar. Nothing can work the way it does for others. I always have to be allowed to do things my way. I am a real living freak and it is just something that I can't change at all. 

I was on my way to the kitchen when Damon and Mariella came out again. They had teleported here, and I saw Mariella looking everywhere with awe on her face. This had been mostly my castle. Not much pack or Damon lived in here, no shed session, no weddings in here. Damon didn't say anything.

Seemingly calmly, he just raised his gun and shot me right through the heart with a tranquilizer dart. I looked at the dart and felt my legs buckle. I was unconscious before I hit the ground.

Damon said. "This is how you do it. It looks like this lady's got the multiplication enzyme on. Just like I suspected it would be."

Mariella sighed. That was amazing. This place was glorious, perfect and Mariella wanted someday to go through this fully. Damon had done it so perfectly. 

They had teleported, and Damon had shot straight at his target without hesitation. Mimi's expression was certainly worth seeing as she slumped unconscious on the ground. Damon walked over to Mimi with a serious expression. He lifted the eyelid of the unconscious woman and shot another dart into her.

Then he teleported them back to the medbay. Mimi was stripped and shackled. Then Mariella began to be cannulated while Damon made the referrals on the computer and came to take the blood. He didn't put anything in the drip yet, as Mimi would go into surgery first. Only then would he look at the blood work and know what was needed.

The surgery took 16 hours. They had cut all the dead tissue out. Adam and Charles were helping too, and they finally managed to block the amplification enzyme. Mimi could grow an incredible number of organs and, most amazingly, spleens. Damon told her that Mimosa could eat most of Mimi's organs after Mariella sucked the rest of the platinum out of them. Mariella did not give everything for Mimosa to eat.

Mimi had her specialty. She specialized in spleens, and Mariella wanted to harvest spleens. Because they were damn good in case someone else got infected, they put Mimi on an antibiotic drip and fever medicine.

Damon wasn't going to keep Mimi asleep the whole time, as he wanted to see if Mimi's rage was properly controlled and if she had any other symptoms. Mimi was still asleep when they left for dinner. Mimi was in chains, well restrained, and all the tubes were put in so that the young lady couldn't reach to tie them.

Blood tests had made it painfully clear that Mimi had not eaten for weeks, but now she was in a drip. Damon and Mariella went into the kitchen to eat and then ended up in the bedroom for a few hours or days.

Mimi weighed only 22 kilos, a living skeleton after big brutal surgery and Damon did not allow Charles or Adam anymore near Mimi as she was still infectious and one patient was more than enough for them to care about.