The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

Number One took a deep breath and raised his gaze to the furious Number Four.

"I messed up, damn it. But it's not too late. I just need to clear my head from this cloud of lust," he said.

On Sunday evening, Number Four stormed into their bedroom. He pulled Damon away from Mariella, threw Mariella into the shower, and slapped her a few times to stop her whining. Then he let it all out.

He yelled at Number One for three hours, describing how close it had been with Mimi. How Mimi was ready to sacrifice her own desires for the sake of others. How she single-handedly saved the entire pack. Number One tried to think about what to do next.

The upcoming mode heat was inevitable, and only time would tell what kind of chaos it would bring.

Number Four said sarcastically, "You really don't get it. You can't suppress the heat, not even Mimi. She's been emitting pheromones for weeks, so this is just a milder version. That's why Mariella is manipulating and the other girls are insatiable. You've proven to be weak as an alpha male, so let's see what we're dealing with during the heat. It might be quite a ride."

Number One tried to defend himself, "But you noticed nothing earlier either."

Number Four replied softly, as he was about to launch another attack, "Because you ordered the entire Salvatore hive to keep quiet. But I've been working on my independence, and one day, you won't have power over me anymore!"

Number One nodded and asked, "Well, we still have tonight. Let's see where we stand in the morning, at breakfast."

Number Four said, "Oh no, no Mariella for you. At least not yet. You need to spend the rest of the time before breakfast checking on each female. You're the alpha male, and it's your duty to ensure they're alright. So please, go to the shower soon. I have Number Three, a real sex machine, reserved for Mariella. Less worshiping and more just sex."

Number one nodded, acknowledging that number four was correct. He admitted this to himself as well. He felt messed up, unsure whether it was because of himself, the universe, or the influence of Mimi, Mariella, or the intense heat.

At one point, he wanted to raise his hands and declare, "Fine, no more heat."

However, another part of him, his alpha side, gradually began to understand what Mimi had done and how she had taken control of the males. It seemed that his female counterpart was quite unruly, and he knew it was time to bring her into line.

As the third week began, I was still in bed when Murdock kissed me for the last time. Dexter had already passed out. I was a powerhouse, and these two would have to build up stamina to truly satisfy me. Only number four's energy had been enough to satisfy my heat, alleviate the brewing uterine infection, and provide a substantial amount of pleasure.

I had claimed him as my own as well. My alpha side now fully embraced her primal instincts, and it was time to add more men to my harem, for lack of a better term. However, these men would be loyal to me, rather than number one. So, my targets for this week were Alaric, Tim, and Taylor. I was in the perfect mood to establish a deeper connection with them.

It was early morning, and number four had left to confront number one the previous night. He had not yet returned, so I could take it easy.

Murdock looked at me and said, "Damn, butterfly, I'm exhausted. You're truly a sex beast. How am I supposed to keep up for weeks?"

I smiled at him and replied, "You're not with me all the time. You can't possibly know what others are capable of. There are easier partners, too."

Our cuddling was interrupted by the opening of the door. It was number one, looking at us with a raised eyebrow.

He instructed me, "You, in the shower, and quickly. Let these poor guys regain their strength. You're an idiot, do you know that? You don't suppress your heat or try to get a uterine infection. You should have more sense in your head. I'll have to work on that at some point."

I didn't budge. Murdock patted my breast, causing number one's jaw to twitch.

Murdock whispered to me, "Go on, my butterfly, take a shower, and then we'll have breakfast."

I leaned in and licked his neck where I had bitten him earlier, making him shudder before I stood up and walked naked into the shower. 

Number One turned to Dexter and Murdock, who had just woken up, and said, "Go to the other room and freshen up. After that, we'll have breakfast and see who ends up with whom. Oh, my boys, you're in for a genuine surprise with this heat."

They stood up, put on their pants, and walked away. Number One had a fierce expression. After I finished showering, I found some clothes left for me. The dressers were magically sealed, so I had no choice but to wear those damn-smelling clothes that Damon left for me.

How dare he scent my clothes! I rubbed my neck, making my strawberry scent more prominent, trying to cover up his stinky passionfruit scent with my own, but it only ended up blending our scents.

Well, I wouldn't keep these clothes on for too long. After all, it was heat time, and we would be naked most of the time. I was feeling messed up, so I came up with all sorts of reasons not to lose my cool.

I needed a reason to keep my mind calm and my expression neutral so that damn smug bastard wouldn't see what he had done to me. I calmly walked into the kitchen, and he was already sitting there, smiling smugly, as everyone, I mean everyone, was already there and they could smell my clothes.

I kept my expression completely neutral as I sat down next to Damon and Wulfe. I was sipping my smoothie when suddenly Elena and Katherine walked up to the sofa to sit down.

Katherine looked at Damon and said, "Since you, you smug bastard, made us your royal concubines, you better make it up to us if you want us to breed at all. We want coffee and some cake."

Elena nodded and looked at Damon. "You have to show us just how good you are at seducing us. This isn't just about us spreading our legs; you have to seduce us."

A smile curved on my lips. Demanding things in Demand mode was a surefire way to get Damon's attention during this heat. It was typical for females to sit on the sofa and make demands. Damon, Number One, wouldn't worship or do anything that was demanded of him.

So this meant I was free to act. I sent my scenario to Alaric. He was first.

My mode was a new one, but I had experienced it in the past, long before Mariella came along. In this mode, I came up with a scenario that involved intense fighting, shouting, arguments, and then incredibly rough sex afterward.

However, poor Alaric was quite shocked by it all. He looked at me and I gave him a slight nod. Number two smiled, seemingly understanding what Alaric had sent to him.

He said out loud, "Go on, do it. It's what is needed. You two clearly have some issues, and that's okay."

Alaric also spoke up, saying, "I'm not so sure I have what it takes."

Number one, who had gone to fetch Elena and Katherine and bring them back to their places, smiled and said, "Oh, you have it in you. Baby is inventive with her scenarios, and who knows, maybe one day I'll get mine too."

Mariella was wrapping herself around number two, exuding lust, while number two reciprocated eagerly. Suddenly, someone sobbed. Mariella's expression and desperation made me giggle. Mimosa had transformed into her wolf form and approached Mariella with wet eyes.

She sadly said to Mariella, "I'm sorry you have to eat that. I'm truly sorry."

Mariella frowned and took another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Mimosa continued, "You know, those poor cows being milked and imprisoned in barns, and then there's gelatin in there. I don't even want to think about how many innocent pigs lost their lives just so those greedy bastards could have their skin to make that damn gelatin."

Mimosa was clearly emotional. She would cling to Mariella like a burdock and effectively hinder her best mode, which was quite amusing.

I was surprised when I went to get more coffee and Katherine approached me, hitting me hard in the nose.

She shook her hand and said, "I told you I would hit you if you put this pressure on us."

I smiled, as my nose was already healing. Katherine walked back to her place, feeling the sharp gaze from number one. I had to suppress my laughter when I heard several girls requesting the Salvatores, who only wanted to have rough and long sex with no extra effort, to take them to the beach, seduce them, and make love to them gently and romantically in the sand.

Number one said, "Alright, let's see who ends up with whom. Alaric, you take Mimi. Tim and Taylor, be aware that she has plans for both of you, so make sure to rest up. As for me, Wulfe, number two, and number four, we'll be taking Elena and Katherine. Adam, Charles, and the boys, Mariella and Mimosa, are yours. Dresden, Constantine, Murdock, you have Shadow. Since we have four girls who want to make love, it'll be 3, 5, 6, and 7 going to the beach. Colin, Dexter, 8, and 9, you'll have the remaining four girls. They seem to want different positions, so be creative."

Everyone nodded, and Alaric looked at me, a little uncertain at first. But as I got up and walked away, I could hear him following me. I walked outside, and Alaric caught up to me, standing in front of me with blazing eyes.

He said, "Ah, there you are. Acting all high and mighty, you damn idiot. Your little organization wouldn't be anything without me. You just don't appreciate me and my talents."

I looked at him and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Saltzman, right? That was before they stripped you of your title. And why was that? Let me see... alcoholism, murdering your own girls. Sure, yeah, you're a good man. But know this: I had issues before you came along, and it worked just fine. So don't think you're the only one with problems."

Alaric slapped me across the face and exclaimed, "How dare you mention my girls! I did what I had to do, and I regret not being there for them when it counted. But that's in the past. It's time for you to see me for who I am."

In response, he ripped open my dress, looked at my body, and his voice lowered. "Hmm, not too bad. A little skinny and short, but nice..."

I kneed him in the groin and ran away. He followed me once he had recovered, and I suddenly felt a strong hand pulling my hair. He threw me onto the beach, his vampire speed evident, and dashed towards me, kissing me. Sure, I was up for it.

We fought, kissed, and slowly, after several hours of fighting and saying the things we both needed to say, we found ourselves naked, engaging in wild sex on the beach. This scenario mode usually means that the female, usually me, has some unresolved issues with someone.

Humans and others don't always express everything they think, but we all keep things bottled up inside. Being a master at this, scenario mode allows me to let those things out. I've done this in the past with Damon, Adam, Charles, and even Bran, and Samuel. Again, we had issues, and it helped, at least for a while.

 I'm not exactly sure what part of me recognizes these issues or triggers this mode, but it happens. Then I come up with scenarios that involve the issues I've found, and we act them out.

If I were to do this with Damon, he would improvise and not follow my script. He would have his own ideas, and I'm not sure if that's how things are supposed to happen between the alpha pair.

However, with Alaric, Tim, and Taylor, who were all weaker males, they would go along with what I told them, and it would help clear the air. They need to realize a few things and say them out loud, rather than letting them brew and cause future problems.

The scenarios I had with Tim and Taylor were about Jake and Rob. They accused me of robbing their father and bringing death and entrapment into this organization. But because they were really sweet boys, both of them apologized to me afterward. They didn't truly believe everything they accused me of, at least not all the time.

As we were lying on the beach on a Sunday, Tim stroked my side. I had spent three days with Alaric, two days with Taylor, and the last two days with Tim.

Tim touched the mark left by Jake and said, "I don't blame you. I blame him. You know, Sark. He was the one who killed him with that damn bullet. I'm proud of my father and proud to be his son, even though I have very few memories of him."

I took his hand, focused, and shared some of my memories of Jake with the hive link, including how scared he was of rats and how he was always there for me, pulling me out of my worst moments. But even when Tim pleaded with me to show how Jake died, I didn't show him.

Tim said to me, "This mode, or whatever it is, seems to stem from your habit of blaming yourself. You want others to say the things to you that you think in your head. You want your doubts, insecurities, and feelings of failure to be validated, but in real life, things aren't always so straightforward."

I looked at him, slightly frowning, and said, "You are truly your father's son. You know me too well."

Tim replied, "I grew up under your protection. Mom talked about you often and praised you. Now, let me tell you a little story about how I lost Howard, my stepdad, so you realize that you're not the only one who blames themselves."

I tilted my head and asked, "Oh, he's dead? When did that happen? You never mentioned anything."

Tim smiled and said, "I was 22 and supposed to join the army, following in my stepdad's footsteps. But I was restless and rebellious, not in the mood to obey. My father called me and asked me to come home so that we could meet some of his army buddies who could talk to me. I thought it was just a tough-love approach to push me into the army and get rid of my rebellious side. So, I intentionally delayed going home by 12 hours."

Tim's voice was filled with pain as he looked out at the sea. The lazy waves gently washed ashore, leaving a slight foam and a refreshing breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby tropical paradise island near New Zealand.

Despite the smell of paradise, there was a deep sense of regret in Tim's voice.

He continued his story. "When I finally arrived at our yard, I noticed the house was dark. It surprised me since not that late for my father to be asleep. You see, my mom was on a business trip and not around. I walked into the house and turned on the lights, only to find him."

Tim looked at me with a self-hating and regretful expression.

I gently touched his shoulder and asked softly, "Was he dead? What happened?"

He nodded and replied, "We had this huge, heavy bookcase that my mom wanted moved to the other wall so she could paint behind it. My father tried to move it, but for some reason, it toppled over and trapped him underneath. His phone was just two feet away from his outstretched hand. I could tell that he didn't die instantly; it took time, and it was painful."

"There were paint cans nearby, and I used to love painting walls and renovating with him when I was younger. It was his plan for us to move that bookcase and paint that wall before my mom returned home. But because I was being a shithead, he ended up getting killed. My mom didn't explicitly say it, but she didn't resist when I moved out soon after. She sold the house and moved to another state. I joined the navy and didn't receive her new address until I found it myself after two years," Tim explained with a shake of his head.

I hugged him tightly, kissed him softly, and remained silent. There wasn't much I could say. Human lives are fragile, and every choice we make has an impact on us. I felt a lingering sadness, not of my own, but perhaps a projection from my mind, or maybe even Jake's presence was there too.

I wasn't sure why I asked Damon, "Are you free or do Elena and Katherine still cause problems for you?"

He sounded puzzled as he replied, "No, I'm actually free. Why? Do you need treatment? Wait until morning."

I told him, "Nope, never mind. Maybe it's not my place to share everything. It's like something from Mariella is rubbing off on me and I feel the need to tell you everything I hear."

Damon softened his voice and asked, "Baby, tell me. I'm the pack leader. Start with the basics. What is it about? Who is it about?"

I answered, "Tim told me about his past, and I'm not sure if I should share it or not. It's a pretty nasty story and then... uh... nevermind. It's probably just my imagination."

Damon responded, "Alright, I'm coming over. We'll figure it out. Maybe I need to talk to Tim and build a stronger bond with him. As the pack leader, his well-being is important to me."

I didn't have time to warn Tim before Damon walked along the beach, wearing only jeans. He had just showered and handed me another wrap-around dress that smelled like him.

I rolled my eyes as he said, "Go to the house, baby. Take a shower. Let us have some male-to-male bonding time. I need to make sure you're not traumatizing everyone with your imagination."

I grunted and kissed Tim one more time. He also had my possession tag around his neck. He was mine. At least my alpha side was satisfied. She had already claimed Alaric, Tim, Taylor, Murdock, Dexter, Number Two, and Four. And there were more to come.

As I walked to the house, a smug smile adorned my face. Let's see what the next few weeks would bring us. Three weeks down, nine left. Plenty of time to have them all.