34. Have You Ever Seen a Rain?

Mariella had been watching Damon's behavior for a week. He defended his cubs from Mimi. Interesting reaction, but then again, it must have messed up their relationship even more.

Mariella had wondered what on earth they had said to each other because she remembered how strong the bond between Mimi and Damon had become, and she remembered the tremendous burst of energy they had made together. Now, the bond between Mimi and Damon was once again almost a normal mating bond. Or even weaker.

Weak, lifeless, tepid. Damon didn't seem the least bit concerned about it, but knowing her husband, at some point, the whining would start. But that was between Mimi and Damon, and she wasn't about to get involved.

I was an avoider. At least with Damon. I didn't stay in the same space for long. I wasn't afraid of him, but my alpha side was so fucked up that I started forming sentences. And fucking good ones, very, very, very punchy ones. 

Just the kind that I could get that guy pissed off in five minutes, but I didn't want any treatment. So I avoided, well. I tried to be natural and kiss Adam when a sentence was about to come out of my mouth. I had my ways of keeping my mouth not forming my sentences about an all-powerful breeder who had a brain the size of a walnut. And the dick size of the log.

A few times I wanted to say, 'Are you sure Salvatore that you know which end to wipe and which to feed?' My tone would be all sarcastic and just right to set him off. As I said, my sentences aren't anything that it would be very wise for me to say.

I confessed this to Charles, and he promised to make sure that I behaved, but by god, he wanted to hear my sentences and he almost laughed out loud a few times when my sentence factory procured some fine specimens about Damon and when Salvatore was in same space with us. This drove Charles to kiss me passionately, so he would not burst out loud laughing. 

And a couple of times, I saw that the supposedly-so-fucking-strong-but-in reality-fucking-lazy-telepath had snatched a couple of sentences out of my head. I just hoped he would leave me alone. I suppose one can have thoughts in their mind with no need to censor one's own thoughts.

One thing was annoying. I was Damon's energy battery, so he could draw power from me when he needed it. And oh, how he would sometimes give me a good tug. He was not nice about this and I guess he was feeling petty and jealous because I did kiss a lot with these two. Whenever he was close, they kissed me just to keep my mouth shut. He could pull energy out from my core to the extent that I got dizzy, and my eyes blackened and he did it always when there were no witnesses, meaning Adam or Charles.

Well, that came to an end pretty quickly when I was with Mariella taking care of Mimosa's second litter and wiping one tiger when Damon, for his own amusement, started draining so much energy out of me again that I almost dropped the cub and sank to the ground like a jelly. I lost consciousness, still keeping the little cub in my hands.

I came to, pretty soon, I opened my eyes, feeling her shaking me and talking to me. I got up to sit when Mariella asked, " What's wrong with you, Mimi? You just passed out. Are you Dizzy? Do you have an infection?"

I said, " No, our husband needed energy, and because I'm his energy battery, he yanked again straight from my core. He does this from time to time. Is the cub ok?"

Mariella's eyes narrowed, and she said, " Cub is just fine. Soon, that game will stop. Just wait while I go and put one Salvatore in his place. He is not supposed to do this like this!"

Mariella went over to Damon, her eyes blazing from fury, and said, "Now, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you don't pull energy from Mimi for fun. Fucking believe it already. I'm Mimi's guardian, and you don't interfere with her energies unless you have an actual emergency. Do you understand? It has to be a genuine emergency, an acute emergency. I have now protected Mimi's tanks. She passed out. Thank god she is tiny and knows how to fall. She almost dropped a cub when you yanked her energy. She did not fall over that tiger. She is not a toy you to have fun with. You better fucking remember that. "

Damon was an arrogant bastard, and he was looking at Mariela. "Darling, don't get all puffed up like that. Just take the spell off and let me get back to playing. It's so fucking funny. I did get quite a catch from her, so no wonder if she fainted. I will do it again. "

Mariella watched for a moment and began to realize some part of Damon was fucking insulted at Mimi for not wanting to breed with him.

While Damon normally had his wits about him, at least most of the time, sometimes instincts kicked in, and Mariella knew how important it was for Damon to procreate. And the fact that her chosen alpha female didn't want to procreate with him, well, he now took it as an insult. There was something else there too, but she was not sure what. 

Mariella also recognized one expression that flashed across Damon's face, and that was longing. Mariella knew Damon had missed Mimi, and still miss her, but whatever had come between them was now so insurmountable that Damon didn't even want to try. He was being a dick. Mariella didn't know what had happened during the rutting season other than Mimi getting platinum and enzymes in her liver. She knew Mimi was sedated, but she didn't know for how long.

And Damon wasn't going to tell. He could not explain to Mariella, that freaking year had broken them with Mimi so badly that he had no idea what to do. Damon was so pissed off about so many things, he didn't think it was possible. He was trying to figure out ways to get closer to Mimi, giving her honeydew berries and making it 1-0, and soon, he was slamming Mimi against the wall and threatening her with a shed session. With Damien. What was freaking wrong with him?

He remembered the smell of it when Mimi's skin had boiled so much it just slid off. He remembered the entire month. He would always remember it and didn't know if he would ever tell anyone. It was the nightmare that would haunt him the rest for of his eternal existence and he deserved it.

He couldn't help his instincts, and the thought of Mimi and Charles, and the images he'd picked out of her head, made his rage boil so hard he didn't think it was possible, and then those her sentences. They got him in a rage so damn fast.

But the brutal truth of what Mimi had been thinking, how she would have to take care of her cubs herself, had hit the mark, too. Why does everything always have to be so fucking hard? Too many females and not enough males for each of them.

And it pissed him off his flea plan wasn't working, either. What the fuck could be so hard about that? Well, he should focus on that at some point, but where? He didn't know. He decided to take Mariella and fuck her brains out once again. It was maybe more of a distraction than actual lust, but it would keep him busy, not letting him think of all of his mistakes all over again.

When I looked at the number of puppies after the third week, when they all had three litters, I knew I would not have been in terribly good shape myself. That's the advantage of these three. They're the energy fucking creatures.

My one weakness. My so-called mortality, or remnants of it. I would need food, rest, and not stress and then I could upkeep my condition but I had my limits on what my body could handle and time it takes me to lose my condition is not the same that it takes me to get my condition back up. It is always slower to get myself in shape.

Pack's other females don't have this disadvantage. They can draw energy for themselves and their kids out of the air. I can't. This means they can keep their weight with the help of the sun, sex, or wind, whatever energy they can harvest. Shadow's balance is 9850, divided into three litters. Mimosa's 7855, and Mariella's 3333. If I had been in that four-week gestation period and with that number of puppies, I would be in medbay, not Mariella. I was the strongest, oldest alpha female, meaning I would be most likely been most fertile one if Damon would not allow me to keep my litter size reasonable.

She had gotten some sort of infection and vomited when she woke up on top of Damon. Damon was now there with his teeth in Mariella's neck, and Charles was there to help him. Me and Adam took care of puppies but we had help. The witches from the magic house came to help the cubs. And because the infection was bad, Damon needed energy, and I sat on the couch almost the whole time with an energy crystal in my hands as he pulled as much of me as he could.

I helped with the puppies all the time and tried to go outside to get some solar energy. he took as much as he could. Whatever energy I had, he pulled it out of me. I could feel his need and I did not fight back. he took my raw lust too. it was quite sturdy stuff but everything went.

I had my work as an alpha female so It wasn't easy, and I thought that after this again, a little holiday would probably be in order. Now I have one little problem. My status as an alpha female, put me higher than Adam, meaning I was a kind of packleader, so Adam obeyed me and I was hoping that no crisis would come before this infection was overcome and Damon could take care of the crisis. if one would come our way. I had holiday plans already in thinking. I was thinking of going around India and Asia. It's going to be a really good road trip.

Mariella's infection lasted four weeks, or that's how long Damon had his teeth in. I had my work cut out all the time. Mariella still had to have surgery and was still very weak, and it would take a month or two before she would be at full strength. The puppies were all out now, so my workload had reduced, and I had managed to keep myself fit. Adam, Charles, and the wolves were outside with the pups, helping out and feeding. Damon had moved Mariella into one bedroom to recuperate.

Mariella had been angry with herself for being so damn weak. She got a superinfection that took her straps down to three, and Damon had to work really hard to beat the infection. She hated being so weak, weighing only 34 kilos, and not even being able to walk properly. She was skeletal, her blood was lacking and not now pure energy would help as she needed so many substances and minerals.

She remembered how they pretty much always fucked in their spare time while taking care of the babies. How it had been perfect, fun. She remembered how huge she was when she was full of puppies. But she remembered how they showed the puppies how to fuck an anatomy and everything. How Damon took her in human form so cubs could see and smell sex and lust. She remembered how Damon had put her to sleep for her last surgery, and when she had woken up, she had been very sick.

She had thrown up on Damon. And then he'd just come and smashed his teeth into her neck, and Mariella remembered how the velvet had felt, like velvet. She had passed out. Now Damon had gone to the shop for supplies and would probably be back soon, but she could sleep again. She was feeling a new kind of respect for Mimi because she had been in this weak so many times and not been all fucked up and demanding like she was. Being sick was no fun at all.

She saw Charles come and walk up beside her and take her in his arms, and then she heard Charles Cornick, her protector, purring at her for the first time, and it was just wonderful. Mariella fell asleep right away.