I drove to the airport and left for France. I drove around and got my nerves in order. The men hadn't kept in touch, and although I had originally thought that their party wouldn't bother me, somehow I had hoped that they would have kept in touch, but no.
I ended up buying a castle there. I had been on the road for three weeks. Not a single message, so I concentrated on putting up the castle. It was the same abandoned heritage thing as the Italian castle, but there was a hell of a lot of furniture and cupboards and some crockery, too. They were exquisite sets of plates and cups; I decided I would use them only on special occasions.
The family had wanted none of the stuff, and I had then paid a bit more, so I had everything from the castle for myself. It was a lovely project, but I remembered how lovely it had been to lie in Damon's arms. With my heart pictures in my eyes, I put up the castle for a week. I carefully made some sex nests and sent messages to the men. I had gotten some flower pillars; I sent Damon pictures of them.
Damon called me, "Oh baby, you went and got the castle then, hang on a minute..."
Damon's voice was slightly drunk, and I could tell by the background noise that there was probably some bitch sucking Damon's cock at the same time. I could hear laughter, music, and panting. I knew what was going on—a party. I put the phone down and turned the power off. I didn't say a word and didn't want to listen to any explanations or apologies. I'd had enough.
I was angry or disappointed. I thought I didn't care about their party in the first place, but apparently I did. I felt like they assumed I could take it all, and it was like I wasn't allowed to have a holiday, as if I hadn't been through the shit again for a while.
But fine. I don't need sex, and I don't need intimacy. I just need to be used as a sex toy and knocked up, have a painful stinking abortion, be alone during it and then be a dog sitter and watch a pack of wolves tear the whole damn house apart. Then when I go away for a few weeks to get myself under control so I don't throw a tantrum and beat up every fucking man in the gym or go to fight clubs, then don't these fucking losers get to go fuck other women and drink, really mature.
No fucking contact at all, and I knew the party had started as soon as I drove away. Well fuck, I cursed for a while, and then I looked at my hand. I had no ring; I hadn't heard the proposal, nothing. I was a free woman and single. I wasn't tied down.
I'll find myself something nice, sweet maybe. I wondered for a while if I should invite Magnum, but then when I looked at the flea stuff, I saw Magnum had announced his love holiday with Higgins. Good for them.
I had ordered the items, and the delivery company called when I turned my phone back on a couple of hours later. They will bring the sofas tomorrow. Good thing. I had a big castle to put up. Alone.
I knew I might not normally have been bothered by their party, but silly me, I thought they actually missed me. Apparently not. Damon and I didn't really need to be together anymore, and it certainly freed him up to be the playboy he'd always been.
The next day, a delivery company pulled up. This was some new driver who jumped down, and oh my, was he a good-looking guy? Patrick Flueger. Yeah, pretty much almost a lookalike. Younger, thinner, and more dangerous looking. But probably almost a doppelgänger.
His name was Jake, and I offered him coffee after he brought the couches. He said he was in no hurry. We chatted, I told him openly about myself and he wasn't scared. He had a lovely, reassuring speaking style, and he noticed I didn't have a ring either, and we talked some more.
We were two adults, and as I took my time seeing where this was going, I roughly seduced Jake into bed. Although he confessed that his big dream was to get laid with a werewolf when he was too rough for the girls he'd been with. He confessed that he rarely got satisfaction in bed and women often berated him to too large and rough. He had not really had so many pleasant experiences in bed.
I told him a bit of what I could take; I let my little bitch come out, egged him on, making him want to dominate me and he stood up; he was taller than Damon and more muscular, and as I stood up, he came over to me, grabbed my hair, pulled my head to the side, and licked my neck, taking my wrists in one hand. Surely a sex beast appreciates a good game of dominance and he got to perform as hard as he could.
I endured even though he slapped my face with his open palm when I was a naughty little bitch. Well, let's just say I did when I had a guest in my sex nest. This one was much more intense than Magnum. It wasn't all sweet lollygagging. This was something to fool around with and enjoy. And come very hard. Oh, my god that I was naughty little bitch, and he got his work cut out of himself.
And this one made me feel wanted again, other than just a pussy in heat. Oh, we had a fun eight hours when I gave him one of those dental things to help him carry on. This one had a big dick and a fucking lust to use it, and oh, I exploded a few times really hard, and I enjoyed it; this was therapy in progress. Now, the men's party didn't bother me at all. He got to use his cock and properly so, we both had wonderful time and we connected too.
We lay side by side in bed. I was under his arm and told him about the fleas. He was a former soldier, now doing transport work, as he had too wild a temperament but said that he could be sweet as he was very defensive towards me. I told him about fight clubs, about my killer side and he did not flinch, not at all, only squeezed me tighter to him. Kissed me hard too.
I told him about the men's party, and he whispered in my ear, "We beat those men; that was great, sweetheart. This was not some random quickies in drunk, nope we beat them and properly. idiots."
Then I let him go. He left his phone number. If I ever need to again. He said his next job list would take him to Germany not right away but... He also told me how his family has a farm nearby in France. He was going to contact Fleas; I told him they have money there, so you don't have to work if you don't want to.
He was a very sweet and nice man. I knew any woman who could get that was lucky. I gave him a cocktail like my blood, which gave him ten more years. I just knew that he was not meant to me have like that. But I did not know that would be my truest soulmate, who would one day come back to me as ghost as he loved me so much.
Oh, another good idea. I went back to making the castle in a much better mood now. I had a plan. If at some point I called again and the same thing happened again, there was nothing to stop this girl from doing that with someone else.
I was free woman, and as Hybrid, vampire was just part of me. I was quite obvious to vampire ways, so I made me own. Random sex with humans did help, and lot.
At that thought, I felt a slight little pressure in my mind, like a warning. But being a little bitch, I thought about how Jake took me roughly standing up against the wall. The pressure disappeared from my mind.
It has been so long since I lost Jake but that hurts still. I have kept most my memories of our night in my hiding place knowing my husband, he just might dispel whole thing as he is jealous and possessive and does not appreciate me to remember fucking other, not at all.
I continued my week of decorating when Colin called. He asked me how I was doing and told me how he was even more of a flea business now. He proudly told me he was now in charge of the med bays on the bases, and he always tried to make sure that they were in a condition that would allow me to be treated there, so a proper sturdy hospital bed with shackles. I wasn't such a difficult patient, or maybe I was, but then again, we had other werewolves, and a wounded werewolf is unpredictable.
I gave him the address of my castle because he was in France and wanted to examine me. He had heard Samuel mention something about some kind of abortive bleeding and wanted to come and examine me. I had not much choice as this individual was quite firm with me.
I didn't talk about it on the phone as Colin was paranoid that someone might be listening in, but he wanted to hear it all himself then. Now, I wasn't sure whether I was referring to Bran or whether he had some guy in his pocket listening in on the calls when Colin wasn't under Bran.
Colin arrived the next day and was completely silent when I told him how it had gone.
I said, "Bran said it was because he had a duty to do everything he could for this pack and that the Marrok law required it. He was trying to get Adam and Damon to breed the girls, and he'd already bred the alpha female a couple of times himself."
He said finally after listening to my entire story, expressionless, but I sensed his rage.
"Bran bred you on purpose. He knew you were pregnant when you woke up. No fucking law, and especially if he did it himself, doesn't justify raping you for two days. That's why you had your pelvis elevated, to make sure you conceived. Bran has inseminated many, but that's where the uterine infections come from, and Samuel hasn't realized the connection." Colin sighed, running his hands through his thick, luscious hair, which was a little too long and curled in his neck.
He was good looking specimen, I must say. I was now much freer to admire others too.
He continued after a moment of thought. "I certainly have and have warned quite a few packs about Bran's habit of trying to inseminate, especially alpha females like you. You could have gotten a bad uterine infection, as it seems a bit like Bran is sterile. In a way, he can't properly fertilize the eggs, and the growing mass then causes the women to get uterine infections."
He stood up, looked at me, and told me in a voice that didn't hear any objections.
"Now we're going to go to Medbay, and I'm going to give you a proper examination. You already have new reproductive organs, so that could happen again, and that's not good at all. Samuel has not been up to date with what his father actually did. Maybe you yourself prevented the Delacroix females from being conceived. Alpha females are very adept at using their pheromones, and it could have been a subconscious thing with you. "
Colin examined me from head to toe. He also took a lot of tests and looked at the results of what had been taken and the results of the new blood tests. I had tried to eat well and showed Colin my feeding guide; he coldly took a copy for himself; he tried to learn as much as he could about me so that he would always be ready to help and know where I was going.
We ate; I showed him how I ate, and we went for coffee. I told him about the party, how disappointed I was, and about the wolf pups. It was good to have someone to talk to. I told her about my undercover job and Dexter and Murdoc. I told him quite many things that I had heard there about Bran. I hadn't had time to talk to Damon about any of it because we'd been so intense, and we'd been together so little.
Colin was understanding and nice. We talked, and I confessed to him what I'd done, and Colin didn't see any problem with it. He showed more dominance, too, and got me all worked up, being a bit of a little bitch. I let my little bitch out, egged him on too. Colin was a fucking dominant male and so fucking good in bed. And I didn't feel any remorse about the whole thing.
Now I knew Colin's nickname. It was anaconda. But yes, I got the whole anaconda inside me. We had two days with the anaconda, and then he had to leave when work called. He said he'd see if he could make some contraceptive preparations.
When Colin left, I knew that soon this girl was going to go to the farm. I went to the kitchen after my shower. I had chosen my own clothes, and I was so fucking complacent. Being single is fun when you are a sex beast, and I always fucked one properly. I don't speed-dial them like men do. You don't have time to really enjoy it.
Speaking of enjoying myself, now I'd be able to do things on those farms all by myself. Happy. I started making a list of the farms. A poultry farm, a dairy farm, a mill and potato farm, a meat farm, a fruit farm, a smokehouse, or a fish and game farm. I programmed the farms into my GPS and set off to get ready.
This was really going to be a perfect trip, and what had started out as a less-than-perfect holiday had now taken on a rather nice flavor, and only it would get better.
Colin is still in my life, but Jake isn't. I lost him at the gig and didn't realize at the time I first met him how important a confidant he became to me in the fleas. He was an actual security and saved my skin on more than one occasion, and his loss was felt and long felt. Many felt it, and to this day, I still hate Sark for killing Jake. Colin has been another rock of security for me over the years; it's comforting when sometimes I feel like my whole life is one big change and nothing will stay the same, but at least some things are the ones I can trust. For that, I am grateful.