I was standing in the middle of one of our lounges, my nails biting into my palms, my pulse pounding, my rage bubbling, and my eyes squinted. I was furious, and it showed. Not that all pack members would be able to see it, as once again "Miss Pussy" had done it. She had taken almost everyone into her web with false ideas, securing herself a nice "fuck vacation."
However, this time I was not going to let it slide and move on, nor would I listen to her weak lamentations about her lack of self-discipline. Nope, "Miss Pussy" and everyone else would receive a lesson like never before.
This had all started a little over a week ago. We had been weaving with those looms, and she just lost it. After we had gotten to dinner, she presented an idea to Damon: how her powers should be purified. Since vampire heat wasn't really an option with so many babies around, she claimed they would need a lot of men to purify her.
Damon could then carve a symbol on her chest, allowing him to gain some of her powers, except it was all a blatant lie. She had concocted an excuse that she needed to craft a potion that allowed men to focus on the power purification and not on me. This meant she got all of the Salvatores' focus, as well as Wulfe, and not to forget Charles, her protector.
She just didn't get it; I could feel her lies in the hive and see them. I was practically living as a lie detector. Her little ploy of getting the Salvatores to love her, not me, to focus on her babies, not mine, and to get Wulfe to love her too was clumsy and ugly. Of course, Wulfe, being a vampire, was susceptible to her potions. Since Damon manipulated him into doing this, claiming it was important, it was a done deal.
I was not the only one angry. The girls, Adam, Lepard, and Demon were all furious as well. We began to plan our little lesson, not just for me, but for the rest of the pack. To give you some perspective, we had 25 adult members in our pack. Add to that the 8 toddlers, ranging from three years old to a little older, and the 11 children around a year and a half to almost two years old, also considered toddlers. And we mustn't forget the 8 babies, who required constant changing and feeding, even through the night.
So, in total, we currently had 27 children. The adults who were not participating in the ongoing ten-day "fuckfest" consisted of the 8 grown-up girls, myself, Adam, Demon, and Lepard – a total of 12 adults. Meanwhile, 13 other adults were currently preoccupied with their own pursuits.
I had walked around one of the downstairs rooms where they had been engaged in their activities, listening as Damon, number one, explained how Mariella utilized her lust in conjunction with her physiology. He claimed she needed it to be strong and to circulate properly, thus requiring pleasure and sex, and that her needs were of utmost importance.
"As if," I scoffed internally. When I shared this information with the rest of the pack, Adam was beside himself with anger, and Demon was equally incensed. Lepard, however, needed me; he was so enraged that we spent three hours at the gym, and it was there that we began to formulate our plan.
This situation provided another lesson about actions and their consequences, as well as the dynamics of living as a pack, as a family. With our details prepared, it was time to organize everything needed. Adam retreated to his crafting room to work on his part, while I focused on fixing our displays and chore listings. Lepard and Demon ensured everything was in order and that our plan would work.
In addition to these tasks, I also had to make many arrangements, prepare bunches, funeral sprays, and even a few wreaths. Then there was the paperwork. This time, Damon and Charles couldn't hide behind it; they would have to get their hands dirty and do chores. Paperwork was no longer solely their responsibility but a pack endeavor.
I came to this realization while reviewing our logs: Charles and Damon spent 65 percent of their time on paperwork. This would no longer be the case. The same applied to Mariella, who did the bare minimum. No more. As a betafemale, we established her responsibilities. Chores were now calculated differently, so everyone contributed. There was no longer a choice of doing only the fun and pleasant tasks; new winds were blowing.
My rage simmered, almost constantly, and I did not try to suppress it, as I had every right to be furious. I was ready to deliver my lesson, but not quite yet; we still had a few things to refine. And the best part?
This wasn't just my initiative. Everyone, including the girls, was going to voice their opinions and ensure we all understood that this was Mariella's and Damon's fault. This time, no growling apology from Wulfe would sway me; he, too, was going to learn a lesson.
Pack members would surely learn just how far Damon would go with Mariella, promise or no promise, and how incredibly manipulative he could be. But no, he would still remain pack leader. I would not allow him to play the martyr here, not at all. The same would apply to Mariella; she was no victim, and I wouldn't make myself one either. As I said, this was the pack's opinion, the pack's decision, and the pack's lesson to be learned.
******FEW DAYS LATER***********
We were gathered in the living room.
From where I sat, I broadcast via Hive, "Now, fuckers, if you could stop, go to the shower, come upstairs, and have a chat. Pack has something to say to you."
Silence was my only reply, but internally, I was flooded with self-disgust and lament for their weakness, a weakness I had crushed and sent with my disdain. That, I told myself, would not work on me right now.
I was seated in one of the chairs, a piece I'd retrieved from storage. It was a comfortable chair, though I wasn't sure of its age. The living room itself was cozy, with warm yellow curtains that didn't quite reach the floor, stopping just at the end of the windows. This practical choice was made because the babies and toddlers were always eager to pull them down.
The carpets were a light brown, adorned with white patterns resembling rounded swirls, and they felt wonderfully soft underfoot, like velvet, though they were made of cotton. Off-white leather sofas were sunken and inviting, and around them stood about six Rococo armchairs, their golden patterned swirls shimmering. My own chair was deep red leather, but worn, so I'd draped one of my throws over it. It came with a footstool, which I wasn't using.
I wore a light cotton dress, its colors a beautiful gradient: light blue fading into turquoise, then morphing into light green, deepening to light purple, and finally settling into indigo, with a blood-red hem. My hair was styled in a braid, pulled back into a bun at the nape of my neck, quite low. Adam had put it up for me.
Adam himself was wearing one of the shirts I'd bought for him, a deep forest green satin, almost the same shade as his bathrobe from our early days together. His black jeans were tight and featured golden embellishments, making him look incredibly handsome.
The girls were dressed in stretchy cotton dresses with floral patterns, each with her hair meticulously styled in a complex braid or updo.
Lepard wore a dark blue shirt, the shade of my eyes, paired with violet jeans. His hair was longer and floppier, and he impatiently swept it out of his eyes. Demon had on a white silk shirt and mauve leather pants; his hair was also longer than I'd ever seen it.
Both of them enjoyed styling their hair with my dog products, and I allowed it. They were my husbands, a few of my fourteen.
As footsteps finally started to come closer, everyone tensed. I let my rage seep out, though not so much that the Salvatores could have feasted on it, as consuming my rage was one of their abilities. The pack had gone to shower, but Mariella's pursed lips, squinted eyes, and overall demeanor told me she had planned to continue with her "fuckfest."
Damon, however, was relaxed; he was cocksure that no one had noticed anything, and Wulfe and Charles were still pretty keen to "fuck their brains out."
Adam then spoke as they had gotten to sit: "Now, this is the pack's decision. Our pack has 25 adults. The Alpha pair has two votes per person, unless one is unfit to make pack decisions, in which case their votes go to me. As Charles is also unfit, and Mimi has her two votes, we have a majority. But worry not, we are not overthrowing anyone; we just want to make you work, and a lot."
Mariella whined, but I slapped my alpha power at her, silencing her.
"Be quiet, pussy," I said, my voice icy. "This ends right here, right now, and I can tell you, no sex for you or the Salvatores, well, at least for a few months."
Lepard spoke next. "Now, we are going to show the whole fucking pack just how weak Damon is. Therefore, his stance as pack leader is questionable, so there will be limitations. And no, this is not Mimi's idea, but mine and Demon's. Whenever 'Miss Pussy with Legs' whines, you will manipulate, regardless of any promises. You will go along with it and start manipulating the rest of the pack to work as pussy slaves. So be it."
May spoke next, her voice sharp as she addressed the pack. "Your lesson is simple: you will be doing chores," she announced, gesturing for Adam to rise.
He complied, clicking the wristwatches of each of the pussyslaves before returning to his seat.
Lily then continued, explaining, "Now, each of you has programmed tasks visible on your watch. You must complete them all and log them as done to remove them from your list. We've kept track of what's lagging, and it's your duty to bring everything up to date. There is no escape, and no medical reason to do less. You chose not to be like family, so this is what happens. Furthermore, our medical personnel are quite busy with chores, so there's no time to doodle in medbay for silent blood tests." Her voice was icy.
Wulfe and Charles remained silent, and I could sense their regret, though they still seemed unsure why this situation was so dire.
Ashley then chimed in, "Now, let's recap. Mariella, you made a potion. Your glib explanation was that you needed to strengthen your lust, but that wasn't what your potion did, was it?"
She tilted her head, awaiting an answer from her so-called mother.
Emmylee interrupted, "Nope, your potion was just another love potion, meant to erode the love between Mimi and Salvatores, as well as weaken Wulfe and Charles's bond with Mimi, allowing you to get them."
Mariella looked guilty, but Number One did not.
I confronted him, "You knew exactly what she was planning, and you handed it to her on a silver platter. Was it worth it?"
I allowed my disdain and hatred for Mariella and my hate for Number One's weakness to flood through our bond. Then, I snapped it shut, causing him to wince.
My voice, arctic in its coldness, turned to Wulfe. "Your favorite argument is that you are strong, that Mariella can't get to you. But look at you now, fantasizing about her perfect body, the smell of her pussyjuices, the sounds she makes when she orgasms. Strong? You must be kidding me."
A fresh wave of hate and disdain washed over me as I snapped the bond again.
Charles was next. "You were supposed to be by my side; you were supposed to be mine. But no, you went along with whatever flimsy excuse Damon offered, took it, and became his puppet."
I didn't even speak to the Salvatores. I was beyond furious. Once more, my nails dug into my palms, the scent of my blood filling the air.
"No one except Adam, Lepard, and Demon has the right to be with me, to help me, to love me. The rest of you, do your chores, live your lives as Mariella's pussy slaves, and make sure you don't get in my way."
Adam was very close, flooding me with his love and trying to steady me.
Britney chimed in, "Pathetic. You are all a bunch of sex slaves, led by the weakest female in this pack. Not parents, not husbands, not partners, not daddies. Go back downstairs; the system works there too. Your clocks will update whenever a chore is lagging, and believe me, there are plenty."
Vivianne elaborated, "For example, we've calculated precisely how much wood we need and how much time we have to chop and dry it. Because of this accident, there's no available help, so it's up to us. We need 20 to 40 cords per winter, and since it should dry for six months, we have about 40 percent of our big logs dried, so those are good to go. However, what we get from them is only 16 to 18 cords, and we need more. We must chop approximately 20 more cords as soon as possible. This is a large house, winters are cold, and our trash won't be enough. Adam has programmed eight woodchoppers. Each of you needs to chop 3 cords, and then your task is complete. Magic will record how much you've chopped."
Slowly, a few of the pack, including Salvatore, began to understand that this was not just my idea, but the whole pack's, and that they had let us down.
Rosie spoke next, saying, "Hmm, meat chopping again. We need packaged meats, so five of you will have the task of chopping five full bison, two full cows, and five hogs, as well as packaging them. Then there is cleaning; Mariella, you have a lot of that. You will also be responsible for the maintenance of most of our machines, as well as changing bedding, curtains, and rugs. There are rules for those. No childminding for 'pussyslaves'; we will take care of the children, as well as most of the food preparation. And paperwork is no longer just the pack leaders' job, but we all do it. So no Damon or Charles hiding in the study playing with numbers."
Damon was not happy about this, and Demon said, his eyes cold and uncaring to Mariella, "You have been banned from the Potions Lab for three years. The girls can manage potions, as you have once again shown that you just cannot be trusted. And no sex or lust; it has been curbed, as we have lust more than enough. So please try to use your lust; let me show you just what I can do." Demon was also pissed off.
Adam added, "For now, me, Lepard, and Mimi are the pack's medical personnel, but we are not to be disturbed for any stupid reason. For that, it is nap time, and your chores will lag. It is up to you just how fast you can get up to date and keep them up to date, of course. Mimi has her shop and orders; the girls will take care of our occult shop before Mariella earns the rights to work there."
I knew we would be pretty damn busy for the time being, and I was not at all sure how fast anyone could get their chores on point. I knew I had tons to do: paperwork, childcare, and orders for my shop. This was pack life, in all its complexities, and I had no idea what this little lesson of ours would actually do to the pack.
But this much I knew: I had not been the only one. This was our lesson to give, not just mine. It was just time to see this through and see if anyone would get any wiser from this.