19. Left Outside Alone.

Damon came the next morning. I had just finished feeding and wiping the cubs and had put them neatly in their box to sleep when they were all done. I had again quite an array of species and a few hybrids too. One was a lion and tiger cross. She had violet stripes on her body, and little nubs on her back, so she would have wings. She was also a vampire, and I had given her the name Lilah.

I was idly stroking Lilah, when Damon came, so I just said, "I'm just about to go out to eat, Damon, if there's anything you want. The cubs have just been fed and wiped."

Damon looked at me for a moment and went to bed, turned into a jaguar and pissed there, then turned into a lion and pissed again.

Then he jumped off and said, " Keep our cubs sleeping in the puppy basket, not in the bed all around you, or next time, it won't be the bed I piss in."

I swallowed and said nothing. Damon went back to stroking each puppy. He took Lilah in his strong hands, looked at her, and kissed her nose. She hissed at him. At that moment, it took quite an effort for me not to smirk. He rubbed each cub deeply in his neck, Lilah too. Soon, Mariella came to my room, and again, now I wanted to hiss at her. This was my room, and she had no business coming here. Charles came too. He smelled the air but did not say anything. He just came, took me against him, keeping me under control.

Damon took Lilah and said to Mariella, "Well darling, this little lady has a bad attitude. She hissed at me. Her base scent is strawberry, and she is trying to grow a pair of wings. We need to prevent that. She can have her wings when she is old enough, but now she is a little too young to fly around. This is real mommy's girl."

Mariella took Lilah in her hands, took her tiny paw, and bit her. She cried out and only Charles's strong arms around me prevented me from attacking Mariella. Damon soon took a jar, bit through it, and drained something passionfruit yellow in it. He took the next small, flank syringe, pulled very carefully stuff that he had just drained into the syringe, and then gave my little cub a flank.

She cried out, and I struggled even more. Soon Damon smelled Lilah, now happily as her scent had passionfruit first. He put her in the box with the other cubs and then he and Mariella left. I went to change into a clean bed. It was a good thing Charles got the laugh of the day for that episode, and I didn't.

He could not say a word. I was so near to go to a pet store buy as much kitty litter as possible and put a huge litter box in this room when Damon had trouble doing his business, but something in my mind stopped me, his sense of humor might not stretch that far.

I just watched Charles and laughed, with water dripping from his eyes and holding his sides. Luckily, the new bed was bigger and softer. It was good for reading, and for keeping a puppy basket and puppies in bed. My days were quite a sedate pace as I knew that the litter that was cooking inside me, was huge, so I needed to take things easy.

My litter was so small that no one came to help me and I was quite happy with that. I had a little bit of scent marked all over the room, not peeing but rubbing my pheromones and wiping them here and there. I had finished my evening chores again and had already had my evening snack. I was in a good position in bed with the puppy basket when Damon came into the room again.

He didn't say anything. First, he walked all around the room, rubbing his scent marks on top of mine. He was not angry, not at all. I watched him curiously what he was up to. He came to me and he coolly picked up the litter basket on the floor, took off his clothes, climbed into bed, undressed me, and well-seduced me into fucking.

He was quite hot and ready and he is really good at what he does, so I was on it and fast too. In the morning, I was all fucked up when Charles came over to bring the puppies their morning food and feed them, as they are puppies in a pack everyone pitches in. Damon kept me on top of him, not letting me go, but he just watched as Charles took care of the cubs. 

Charles looked at us for a moment and said, amused, " Oh Salvatore, weren't you supposed to pee on Mimi and not fuck her legless?"

Damon grinned, and he said, " Mimi had puppies in the puppy basket after all, so I applied the punishment."

He stroked me and kept me in his embrace. I was all fucked up, smelling his passionfruit and feeling our love. What I did not know was that I was setting myself up big time. 

I couldn't do anything. I was in a lazy mood and turned into a jaguar. Damon changed too and started to wash me carefully, fucking me now and then. I don't know if it bred again. I didn't care. I was completely satisfied and clean. Damon didn't leave until the afternoon. After he had chosen my clothes. We had lain on the bed together; he brushed my alpha marks. We were together, and I felt that he had chosen me over Mariella and that feeling was wonderful. But I was wrong as I could be. 

The days they were passed surprisingly quickly. A week had passed. Mariella and Damon's litter went wild on the big side, and Shadow made 333 and Mimo 299. They also made a few wolves now and then. I had my selection of cubs and kittens, puppies too, and Lilah grew well. Damon had made her real daddy's girl by giving her blood from his vein. My cubs were easy to bribe. The pups grew, and I had to change the puppy basket to a bigger one.

Damon went on a round every morning. Sometimes that round crept up to noon and left me a satisfied but fucked out pregnant female. I knew there would be a lot of puppies because my ribs felt full, and there were a lot of uterine horns everywhere. Mariella was halfway through. Damon had popped her again, and she was two weeks full. We were very well-breeding females and Damon was very happy about that.

For some reason, Charles and Adam were polite and enthusiastically tended to my now flailing pups, but kept a distinct gap in me. Perhaps it was because I was full of bite marks, passionfruit clearly on display. Damon was quite possessive of me and I was actually proud of that. Now it didn't bother me at all, it made me feel accepted. 

Time rushed by, and my pup's, it was Lilah, who spoke first, first word was daddy when Damon came into the room and was so damn proud. A few days with the 27 yappers felt like a long time sometimes, not having to answer all the questions all the time. When the two weeks were full, so was I. I had to talk all the time and there was a never-ending stream of questions. I sometimes got Damon to come and answer them and even though his patience was quite thin, he usually made cubs drink blood or eat a bit, so they would doze off for a while.

My ribs were bulging, and well, my belly was bulging. I started to grow in girth like a barrel and by the time two and a half weeks were up; I was bigger than Mariella, which was almost ripe. I was truly well bred and I guess I would do record litter. It was now clear that I was going to be operated on.

Caring for kittens pregnant isn't quite as easy as it should be bending over. In cat form didn't bring much relief as there was a shape as the shape of my belly dipped to the ground. Thank god for Adam and Charles, who were quite worried about me because I was already so huge.

Mariella had 345 kittens operated on, all in good health, and Damon once again had his full attention on Mariella. I had a week left. The wolves were also well-rounded. Again, they seem to breed super well. My pups were soon ready to go out, both older and newer. My days were quite damn slow as getting up from the bed took an effort and it was difficult, as these weighed quite a lot. 

It had been four days in my last week when I woke up in the middle of the night. It took me a while to realize that something was coming out between my legs. I had started to give birth. Instinct took over. I started cleaning up the puppies that had just come out, 20 at a time. They came out about every 15 minutes. There was quite a lot of blood, but I knew that my body could do more and I could compensate for quite severe blood loss as I had 65 liters of blood. My only, my one and only worry were my cubs. 

"Damon, we have to go," Mariella said.

She had just gotten an alarm on her savior's radar about Mimi.

They had been fucking enthusiastically now while taking care of the puppies, and it helped to relax them both. Their puppies were only four days old. It was a good time, and the boys helped to care for kittens. As they were magical, energy creatures, they required only twice a day feeding and wiping, morning and evening, so there was time to fuck and a lot of too.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Damon asked.

Mariella was clearly distressed. "Mimi, she's giving birth on her own. She is in trouble."

Damon cursed. "Mimi was big," he said.

He had told them to keep an eye on Mimi, but... No one could see that she would start to give birth in the middle of the night and suddenly, too.

"Baby, what's the situation?" Damon asked Mimi in his mind.

He kept his voice calm, trying to get some sense of Mimi's mind which was chaotic, over worried about the cubs.

" Kittens are coming in about 20-30 pcs every 15 minutes. Someone could bring milk soon." I replied.

I did not specify anything else, just focused on my cubs. I needed to get them breathing as they grew into normal size and then wipe them more. They were born as tiny nuggets and started to grow right after birth. So time was of the essence here. 

I tried to concentrate on my puppies. I put all my energy into making sure the puppies survived. I wiped and dried as many as I could, moved them to the cleaner side of the bed, and hoped they would not fall down off the bed as they were searching for milk. Nothing mattered to me. I didn't even notice at what point Damon, Mariella, Adam, and Charles, wolves too, had entered the room.

Damon and Mariella went into the room they had already told Adam and Charles about, and the boys were ready, as were the wolves. They would also come to help with the washing and heating. When Damon entered the room, the first thing that caught his attention was the bloody flood that erupted between Mimi's legs with about twenty pups.

Judging by the amount of blood and the number of puppies, Mimi's blood loss was enormous. Still, Mimi frantically searched for the puppies, cleaned them up, and put them in a clean section of the bed. There were at least a couple of hundred puppies already, and Mimi's girth hadn't shrunk terribly.

Soon, there was another flood, and Mimi was swaying ever so slightly. Mariella and the boys went off to collect the pups, while the wolves and Damon went to help the ones already born.

Charles said: "Damon, you look after Mimi. She'll faint soon, or support her. I'll bring a cocktail in a minute. I've got to operate."

Damon rolled his eyes and said: "Are you kidding, Cornick?"

Damon went to the bed and put a clean towel under himself and Mimi as best he could, then he took Mimi to lean against his chest, grabbed her hands, and tried to calm her down. The wolves easily got the pups clean with Mariella's help. Adam tattooed the already-born pups and gave them drops.

I just concentrated on waiting for the next wave that always pushed the puppies out, escorted by the blood flood, and I hurriedly rushed to get the puppies out and dry them off a bit so they would start breathing and growing. My hands were moving as fast as possible and always there seemed to be someone struggling in his or her sack. I reached and ripped it open, allowing the individual to breathe. 

Finally, I felt someone behind my back supporting me, then gently but firmly grabbing my hands and pressing me against them. It was Damon.

"Let go, gotta clean the pups, keep pushing, and let go of my hands." My voice was urgent. There was no time to waste.

Then a jab on my shoulder, and Charles rubbed the spot for a moment and said, "Calm down. The puppies will be taken care of. You're at ease now. We are here and see pups are doing fine. Just relax. "

I struggled and fought for almost ten minutes before the injection into the muscle started to work, Damon holding me the whole time and talking soothingly. I was trying to get off his grip and push more cubs out. He tried to soothe me, saying not to push, just let it be. Eventually, my eyelids started to get heavy, and I started to lean against Damon. The last thing I heard him mutter was, "Finally."

Charles came to the bedside while Damon held Mimi's hands in place and offered Charles a good hit on Mimi's shoulder muscle. The medicine now in, Damon stroked and soothed Mimi and, with his other hand, stroked and massaged Mimi's effectively contracting ribs and let his hand wander until finally, Mimi's struggling and wriggling began to subside, and she began to lean against Damon.

"Finally, I thought, this will never stun." Damon sighed.

They effectively moved into the medbay, and Damon set up the operating room. The sedative had stopped the labor for a while, but Mimi's pussy kept leaking blood. They moved Mimi into the operating room, where Damon quickly and efficiently removed the uterus while Adam and the others began to empty it out.

He was really surprised because Mimi had a reproductive womb again. She wanted even more babies. The final tally was 1890. Of which Mimi gave birth to 345. Mimi's uterus could not withstand the strain and had ruptured a vein. Damon removed the breeding uterus. They moved Mimi to the puppy room to sleep.

Damon and Mariella happily returned to their hobby. They had received babysitting help from the Magic House. They didn't have to take care of the bundles all the time.

I woke up, and Charles told me everything that had happened. He also told me that he and Adam had removed my last reproductive womb. I had been asleep again for no less than a week, and the kittens were well cared for. People had come from the Magic House to help, and some puppies were moved there quite soon.

The puppy season was now over, and it was quite an experience. Damon and Mariella had pulled up to a close shagging session, but I was again super happy with how Damon and I had become so close, even though it was impossible to get close on several occasions.

Maybe being an Alpha female wouldn't be so bad if our relationship took quite a leap forward, though. I was hopeful as I started to get myself in shape. I knew it wasn't always good to do things on my own, but when the damn circumstances always forced it.

The reproductive cycle was over. I'd had three litters. Even though the total experience had been hard, I had gotten so much good out of it. I was Damon's bitch. He wanted me. He was at my birth as soon as he noticed. He supported me, helped me, and nursed me. He had seduced me to fuck. He had been there, spending time with me. 

We raised the puppies together. He kept me in check and tried to set an example. Well yes, there was a lot of blatant fucking going on, but he also started to teach me he would take what he wanted, and I wouldn't fight back.

Damon was in the kitchen making food. I thought I'd go and see and be with him. During this cycle, he was very affectionate and very close. He touched me a lot, stroked me, and even held me in his arms.

I had had my heart out the whole time, not just my alpha side but me, and I truly did not think that Damon would be any different. I was again in love with him and even though he was bossy and commanding, he also showed me his feelings and his love for our cubs. 

I went into the kitchen and wrapped myself in my way around him. Damon turned around and pulled me off him. I had not done this very many times but when I had, he had almost purred at me. 

He was irritated. "Mimi, not now. This is not the time. Okay. Go away."

I wondered to myself, what is it? I sighed and went to his side. He looked at me irritably.

"Go away. I told you already." his voice was now terse and irritated like he did not want to see me at all. 

I said seductively, " What if your alpha female needs a little male attention?" I turned my head to see that his mark was on offer.

Damon turned to face me. "Mimi, I'm going to say this as clearly as I can. The breeding cycle is over. Whatever you think happened between us was because of the reproductive cycle, and it stays there. It was my alpha side, not me. Do you understand? I don't want you. I never have. Did you know, Mimi, that you were my job to begin with? A target!"

His words pierced my heart and tore it out of my chest. 

"That's right. Adam and Bran hired me to seduce you so that you wouldn't be a virgin when the heat came on. I had a plan with you all along. It wasn't a storybook romance. It was a business arrangement. I was a hired lover. Why, in God's name you think that I was away so often? There was nothing between us other than sex."

His voice oozed menace, yet I knew that he meant every freaking word.

"I don't want to treat, fuck, or touch you. I'm in that stage. I can't tolerate your presence now. I'm not interested. And as for the whole alpha couple. At the moment, we are not an alpha couple! We are nothing. Besides, I want some rest and time alone with Mariella. We're leaving for the Azores soon, and I don't know when we'll be back."

He continued to bash me, kill my soul, and my love for him, and prove me an idiot.

"I'm not your protector now, either. I'll put the radar off, and likewise, I'll put Mariella's guardian radar off. You're on your own. Even Adam and Charles don't want you. They have become very close with the wolves, and the four of them are going to the island of Japan. Now you can do whatever you want, Mimi. Go to gigs, hospital, fight club, I DON'T CARE, BUY ANYTHING!!!! But know this: you won't get a divorce! "

Damon finally shouted. I was silent. I swallowed and walked away. I just got a real eye-opener and this would be something that I would remember and let's just see if I ever gonna breed with him again. 

Fuck fine, I thought. Go fuck the whole fucking pack. I don't need you. I went in front of the mirror and barely even found the whole Alpha brand. Great. That was gone, too. It's all right. I grabbed my already-packed bag, took my car keys, and went for a drive.

I'd go to Europe by plane, and fuck, I'd buy a castle or a house, I thought bitterly in my mind. How the fuck am I not learning? Damon doesn't really want me, never has. I'd only been the pussy he needed to get. No wonder he was running around.

We never existed. I cried and raged for the whole horseshit drive. No wonder that shed session went so well. I guess all those years of pathos must have been released.

Then he had found the perfect woman for him, and I was just hanging on. Not that Damon wants a divorce, not while we still have a prenup. I am too rich for him to let go. As for Adam and Charles, I was just a charity case for them, a little Mimi who's been through so much and needs to be nurtured and cared for.

I don't fucking need anybody. I got to the airport, drove my car to the plane, and got on my own plane. I bought a plane under my name some time ago, and that would be it. The plane took off, and I opened my laptop and started browsing Romanian.