25. Beautiful Life.

Damon sighed. He liked to torture himself, then. He looked back to eight months ago, or so he watched repeatedly how Mimi moaned and enjoyed being taken by the cats repeatedly. He couldn't help himself. Mimi had betrayed him in such a fundamental way that it was hard to recover from. They had now been touring Europe for nearly seven months.

He didn't tell Mariella that he'd given Mimi a shed session or that Damien was there. Mariella was sitting in his arms. Mimosa was back on her upper torso in Mariella's arms. Shadow was lying on the floor. She was usually warm, so she sought cool places to be.

Mariella knew what Damon was doing. He watched it repeatedly. They had had a wonderful time in Europe, but she met Damon in these thoughts now and then. Mariella herself had things to do. At one point she had wondered how in hell names Mimi could control this damn power.

Being the Alpha female was not as simple as she thought. Mariella's desire to annoy had pretty much multiplied, especially towards Damon. Mariella had drawn Damon into a black rage more than ten times during the entire trip. The power allured her cats. Making them give her all kinds of ideas, especially Di, had been quite damn inventive in giving her ideas on how to annoy Damon. And yet Damon kept her close.

Mariella relied very heavily on Charles. The Protector's power was all that helped control the alpha force that was discovering her white power. Oh, how great it would be to combine them. Divine alpha power and with that, Damon would be weaker than her.

Mariella thought, " I bet Honey would love that. "

Mimosa noticed her inner turmoil, lifted her head, and put her muzzle near her face. Mariella loved to kiss and bite her muzzle. It calmed her down when Mimosa let her power seep into Mariella when she made contact with her muzzle. In her musings, Mariella took hold of Mimo's head and sucked on her muzzle.

Damon let out a heavy sigh, his frustration evident. He kept gazing into the past. torment blazing in his soul. The room suddenly transformed, and a horrifying sight met his eyes. Mimi was bound in chains, tears streaming down her face, while cats violated her, leaving a trail of blood. And then, Sark appeared, but then it changed back again, Mimi enjoying the alphas. He stopped looking into the past, only for the vision to fade away, leaving Mimi's desperate moans echoing in the air.

Damon glanced to his side and noticed Mariella had been sucking on Mimo's muzzle. Could it be the answer? Icy fear pressed down on his heart. Trying to ease her distress, he nonchalantly suggested, "Honey, why don't you draw some of Mimo's power from the muzzle skin? It might help calm you down."

Mariella obediently took the snout in her mouth. He watched that scene again, grabbing Mariella near him. He needed her if this was true. He feared to see, but he wanted to watch. Again, had he been all wrong?

The scene shifted once more, and Damon couldn't resist looking back. He witnessed Mimi driving into the yard, a woman administering an injection, and Damien carrying Mimi. It became clear that Mimi had been telling the truth. Damon continued to watch, feeling a mix of guilt and heartbreak. Fear pressed with guilt, shame, and self-loathing into his soul. 

A horrifying scene, one after another, unfolded in his mind. His hand shook. His mouth felt dry. Mimi is naked, strapped onto the table. Sark and Damien doing horrible things to her. She is pregnant. Autopsy. Cesarean section. Damon's heart shattered as he realized the truth. He was a monster. And he knew what he was about to witness. The vision came to an end.

Mariella had lifted her mouth away from Mimosa's muzzle.

"Honey, just keep sucking on the muzzle, please. It will help," Damon urged, trying to minimize the harm. Mariella took the muzzle back to her mouth. 

He witnessed as Damien calls him. A phone call that had ignited his rage. Damon's shed session with Mimi, meeting Damien. New shed session. And then the realization hit him - Mimi was in the shed with Sark. He witnessed the session through, not looking every minute. He could not face it, not yet. His hands shook still, his palms were moist and his mouth again, dry as sand. His heart was broken into pieces. 

But what truly broke Damon was the look on Mimi's face. She had given up. Their once beautiful connection was irreparably damaged, and he knew it. The intimate moments were forever lost. The breeding had become even more violent. Mimi's screams filled the air as she thrashed, tormented by the tiger and the lion. Jellying, pregnancy, autopsies.

Mariella stopped sucking on Mimo's snout and gazed at Damon, concern etched on her face.

"Honey, is something wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Damon remained silent, his mind consumed by the events of the past two weeks. He didn't know if he dared to look again. 

Finally, Damon spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, there is something wrong. I've made a terrible mistake regarding Mimi."

He didn't bother to elaborate further, instead urging his wife, his alpha female, "Now, please, be brave and watch this until the end. Then we'll talk. And Mimosa, and Mariella, hold on to each other tightly. Let the blood link between you two offer some solace. Shadow, you too, jump here and give bite mariella. "

Mariella and Mimo, Shadow adjusted their positions, preparing themselves for what was to come. They had no idea, but whatever it had been, Damon was shocked. His palms were sweaty, his hands actually trembling, and his voice a hoarse whisper, like his mouth would be too dry.

Damon wrapped himself as comfortingly as he could around Mariella and said, "You watch, and I'll guide. Do you understand, sweetheart? Don't fight back."

Mariella nodded. Damon's eyes turned white as he showed what actually happened. The whole pack was shaken up. Adam and Charles got this too. Damon was brave but did not show minute details, or any conversations, just what happened and how Damien beat them. When he got to where he gave Mimi to Damien, Mariella stiffened completely.

Damon knew Mariella might want to take her own time. The story unfolded before their eyes and everyone was upset, horrified, and not sure what this would mean to the future. Together, they bravely watched the latest Caesarean section.

Mariella's eyes welled up with tears, and Mimosa shivered. The last two weeks were the worst. Shadow trembled next to Mariella, smelling herbs, as she was in distress.

It was the Caesarean section of the day. I was full of grotesque, bloated. Inside me were eight alpha's puppies that were now on the move, as the sedation was always reduced before the operation. I was again paralyzed, my eyes were taped, and a tube stuck into my windpipe. The breathing machine did not deliver oxygen into my lungs but drugs and fumes, weakening me even more. The surgery hurt as much as the first one. The alphas and their puppies left. I was in agony. Sark and Damien cleaned up the spent uteruses.

Damien was so damn smug for some reason, and I did not want to know that. Not at all. He wanted me to feel everything and once alphas left; he removed the tube and opened my eyes so he could look into my eyes and talk to me. 

There were 12 new uteruses ready for breeding. Damien and Sark filled 11 of them with horny substances to further mature. They were not quite ripe yet, but Sark had special concoctions in one of the wombs. One uterus received six hours of hormonal stimulation and was ready. The huge ovaries that had grown into it released eggs in a steady stream. They allowed my stomach to close up.

Damien came over to the table. "I have a surprise for you." he looked into my eyes and smiled.

Damien transformed into a big panther. A black leopard. He had become a shapeshifter. My heart shattered in fear.

This was the worst thing ever. He changed right back, walked over to sit on the table next to me, and started stroking my sides.

He spoke to me, in the gentle, but impersonal voice where there was no actual feeling at all. Like true psychopaths, "Soon, baby, soon, this is where yours and my cubs will grow. That's right, I'll breed you first. You see, the winners won't be here for another three weeks. I'll breed you for the whole three weeks. Just think, after these 11 others have been breeding you for a week, our babies will be ready. I will put our babies to be just four weeks. And you can be sure that if your cycle runs out, I'll put it right back on. Many packs will take on other people's pups because they are extra blood. You will be mine. My female. My breeder. "

I was silent. I knew that I would fight back as much as possible not getting pregnant and my alpha side felt it, it did not accept Damien either; it did not want to be pregnant by him and no fetuses would go to sleep but they would be destroyed. My pulse picked up just slightly, my body prepared for this by flooding more white cells and other inflammatory defenders in that womb, ready to destroy his sperm and my eggs, too. I could feel my eggs being destroyed. It was slow as I was releasing them, but there was no sign of what my body did.

Then Damien came with an implant gun and shot 38 implants into my gut. "These are new implants. Your implant hawk, Adam, won't even detect these. You see, these were absorbed in two hours, but the drug can be released for up to six months. Those are all panic pharmaceutical drugs. About a thousand times the dose. Once I get you pregnant, I'll trigger them. That way, you'll be good for a long time. "

His voice was as exploratory as ever. Sark was typing up something on the computer. They had managed to find 15 intact shells from my tissues and those had gotten Sark's attention full. Damien had been happy, but then again, now those shells were no longer in my tissues, inside me, maybe wreaking havoc in the future.

Sark was seeing potential in them, and he was studying them. I had heard once these had been found, Sark actually gave Damien a hard time not coming to him in the first place because he could have done so much more with these shells and Damien being as weathervane Damon, he had destroyed the whole damn thing, not having any more shells to put in subjects. And he refused to give Sark all of his notes. 

After firing all the implants, he took the syringe and drew some sedatives to it. I was struggling very determined in my restraints, and he could see that I was not so willing.

He came to me, exposing the vein in my arm, slipping the needle in and pushing the plunger slowly, and spoke to me all the time, "Soon baby, let's get you helpless, not willing, that I know but helpless for transfer to the bed, our bed, and get on with things. I am a passionate lover, you will learn to be with me. Someday having children too with me. After all, we were together almost more than you were with Damon. it is just a matter of changing your perspective, my love, love me and teach me to love."

Sedatives blurred my mind to the point I passed out. Then Damien took me into the bedroom and tied me to the bed. I woke up, in bed, chained with sturdy chains. First on my stomach, now on top of a big pillow so that my pussy was properly exposed. My hands were cuffed at my sides. My legs spread wide apart. My hair was tied up, and he placed more pillows under my chest to serve my neck and shoulders well. My head drooped down. I was too sedated to be able to lift my head properly.

He brushed and stroked my body. " Soon, soon, I will be able to call this my own. " His hands were warm, but his touch was not something I wanted. I could not trigger an allergic reaction for some reason, not even I wanted to.

He thrust his fingers into my pussy as he searched my cervix. "Oh, this is fuckable, even in human form. See baby, another problem with being a shapeshifter, a perpetual erection. My sex drive has woken up. This is all new to me. I am a new man and maybe I will have some feelings too. I feel so alpha right now.."

He relaxed my uterus with a syringe and made sure it was open. I was fully helpless, and I focused on fighting back, boosting my body as well as possible.

"See, I'm impatient to start a family with you. Soon, Baby, you'll feel my first shot." His whispers made shivers run through my body.