The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

I was walking back to my wing once again. It had been at least four days since those two started engaging in wild sex without a care in the world. As I made my way to my rooms, I noticed other girls had also taken several rooms.

We would have our daily girl pow-wow, where the five of us would gather in one room to discuss ideas and plans. Mimosa and Shadow were all about communication, allowing the cubs to ask questions and answer them. They also planned to take the cubs on outings around the mansion to meet others, with our permission of course. Elena had a lot of things she wanted to teach and had chosen Alaric to be the teacher. Katherine had her way of doing things, and while she would also teach something, Magnum, Tim, and Taylor were there to help her with certain aspects.

As for me, well, let's just say that Wulfe, Adam, Charles, the boys, and several Salvatores had their own opinions about my methods, and some of them were valid. But not all of them. I had to constantly remind myself of who I was and what I stood for.

On my way to finish setting up my room for the cubs aged 2-4 weeks, I encountered number two.

He said to me, "Baby, I think we should approach this a little differently. I don't see the point of having such strict feeding schedules. In the past, we fed them twice a day, and now you want at least four meals. Do you really want us to be constantly making their meals?"

I responded, "My decision stands. I've told you time and time again that it's not difficult to provide them with snacks. What is so hard for you to understand?"

He pleaded, "Baby, come on now, let's be reasonable. We have our own lives too, and if you want so many feedings, everyone else will want them too. We'll be spending all our time in the kitchen preparing portions and feeding them."

I rolled my eyes. I was tired and not in the mood to have this discussion once again. I had explained it to him countless times, but he just didn't seem to get it.

So, I decided to put an end to this argument. Speaking firmly, I said, "Remember your place and who you're talking to. I am the pack's alpha female, second only to Damon. That means I have the final say. Back off and do as I've instructed."

He grumbled something as I asserted my alpha power and walked away. The new me was not afraid to stand my ground, know my position, and ensure that things were done my way.

I strolled into my room, which had a spacious layout. According to the scans I had done while sleeping, it seemed that I would have around 100-300 cubs per litter. Initially, there were supposed to be only 8 litters, but I knew that if I gave birth a little earlier, I would have 10. So, I had quite a few cubs inside me.

The room had to be large enough to accommodate up to 300-900 cubs, as some of them would stay for about 2, 3, or even 4 weeks, depending on certain factors. After that, they would be moved to a larger area for further education and upbringing.

I understood that my system wasn't perfect at all. It was a work in progress, and I hoped to learn from this experience to improve it for the next time. I didn't concern myself with Damon and Salvatores; I had them under control.

There were a few things I wanted to have, like having at least four meals per day - two substantial meals with meat and two snacks consisting of nuts, seeds, fruits, berries, chocolate, and coffee.

As these were magical cubs, they required specific nutrients for proper growth. This had been a point of contention with number two, but I had shown him how easy it was to make those snacks. I had tried to compromise by preparing certain things ahead of time, but we still had time to figure it out.

During the first week, the cubs would drink milk, and then gradually transition to eating meat during the second week, once their immortality set in. Wulfe took his responsibility very seriously, along with the wizards, as they would be the ones conducting daily rounds to determine who had achieved immortality and who was ready to be moved.

Alaric would be the one overseeing the transition to the next stage. He would say who gets to go next stage, next room or out. I had my plans, and I was filled with excitement. I knew that planning and executing everything would require a lot from me, since I would give birth weekly and carrying babies. I needed to establish everything in place from the start.

As I made some slight adjustments, Wulfe walked in and said to me, "You know, my unicorn, you should rest for a while. You're pregnant, and quite far along. Being pregnant for just 28 days is a very short time, and you'll need your energy. So, come on, let's go."

I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only 9:25 PM. I replied, "It's not even ten yet. There's no need for me to sleep just yet."

He took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I had one in my wing as well, so I would have a place to sleep. It was important for me to get some rest, at least according to Wulfe, Salvatores, and Colin.

A few rooms in the back of my wing were still covered in plastic, with sealed doorways. These rooms were meant to be kept as sterile as possible for my birthing room and the room for the babies. Colin and Salvatores had implemented protocols to ensure their cleanliness. These rooms would be used by every female, each of them had their own versions, sterile but still, although I wasn't sure about Mariella.

As Wulfe led me to my pastel-shaded, warm, and dimly lit bedroom, with gauzy curtains that were always drawn to keep the room dim and suitable for sleeping, I had no choice but to follow him. He was relentless when it came to my well-being, even willing to use his magic to make me cooperate if I resisted.

My bed was enormous, with golden padded ends and a soft pastel pink and blue bedspread that invited me to lie down. The pillowcases matched in a delicate powder pink, and the entire bed was perfect for a good night's sleep.

After going to the bathroom, I noticed that my nightgown had been taken from the shelf where I had left it in the morning, and a clean one had been put aside for me. They still had issues with my partially worn clothes. I changed into the clean nightgown and tossed my used clothes into the laundry chute, knowing that it was pointless to try to put them back on the shelf, as someone would just throw them into the laundry, anyway.

I let my hair down and padded back to the open bed. Wulfe was already inside. Although I could sense that he sometimes desired some action, it was strange that I wasn't in the mood at all. So we cuddled instead, holding each other tightly as we slept. I knew that Adam, Charles, and the other boys would have wanted to sleep with me as well, but wolves tended to be jealous and they needed some action or cuddling at night. It seemed to be the new trend, to be cuddled during both the night and morning.

Since there were certain medical procedures like scans and blood tests that needed to be done, they would be taken care of while I was sleeping. I wasn't sure if Wulfe used a sleeping spell or if I was simply too exhausted to be aware of what was being done for me.

I quickly fell asleep as Wulfe wrapped himself around me, drawing me close to his warm, naked body. He was tired as well, having to constantly use his magic. It was a demanding time, but also rewarding. I couldn't wait for my cubs to arrive.

I had planned to give birth in secret, converting a walk-in closet into a den and concealing it with my camouflage power. I didn't want anyone to know, at least not for my first litter. Being the alpha female, I felt the need for privacy during childbirth, but it wasn't time yet.

While others were halfway through their 28-day cycle on their 14th day, I had a few more days under my belt due to the unique circumstances of my last heat cycle. I kept my pregnancy hidden, and the scans taken so far hadn't revealed anything. My cubs also sensed my alpha side and kept the truth hidden from the rest of the pack. I didn't even want Wulfe present during my labor.

In the bedroom's darkness, Wulfe felt Mimi relax in his embrace, and it made his soul sing. He couldn't help but wish that things were a little different, that he hadn't hesitated, and that he could have claimed her as his own without having to share her. But the reality was that she was tied to Damon, who was quite the jerk and didn't appreciate this wonderful creature in Wulfe's arms.

Wulfe admired Mimi's beauty and innocent expression, always keeping an eye on her mind to protect her from any potential nightmares. She didn't need them. She was strong, yet vulnerable.

He knew she was stubborn and had her own plans, but he didn't take it personally. He knew her well enough. After all, she was a missing piece of him, a piece of his soul. And he was overjoyed to be a father. Being with her was all he wanted in that moment. Perhaps someday, somehow, they would have children of their own.

Wulfe knew that the rest of the pack saw Damon as weak, just as he did. Damon was a self-indulgent old creature who wasn't truly a pack leader. Mariella, on the other hand, was still a child, a princess who wanted to be pampered by her chosen prince, believing she deserved everything. They weren't perfect, despite what they thought, and maybe they would grow someday, but Wulfe didn't trust it.

He found amusement in Mimi's assertiveness. He loved it when she embraced her alpha female side and wasn't afraid to put others in their place. In those moments, Wulfe wanted to kiss her, slam her against the wall, and challenge her to push him back. Being part of the Lust Pack gave him ideas, but he didn't want Mariella to treat him that way. Only Mimi.

Wulfe wasn't yet tired enough to fall asleep. Now was his time to enjoy simply holding her in his arms, keeping her safe and close, feeling her against him. He cherished the sound of her heartbeat and the rhythm of her breathing.

Her skin was so silky and delicate, much thinner than that of wolves or Mariella's or other girls. He loved the way it felt under his fingertips. And her hair, flowing in long red tresses down her back, resembling a river of blood.

Wulfe continued to think and marvel at this creature and their relationship, wondering what the next morning, the next day, would bring for them. 

He was certain that even if Number One were to stop engaging in wild sex at some point, he would still be deeply infatuated with Mariella. This ensured that Princess would receive everything she needed and that Number One wouldn't be the pack leader.

Wulfe smiled, his smirk forming, as he realized that Mimi had become the de facto pack leader. She cleverly allowed Number Two to believe he was making decisions, showcasing her slyness.

As time passed, Wulfe grew more relaxed, allowing sleep to take hold. In a land of forgotten memories, a time when some believed civilization was born, a time when it was acceptable to ask unanswerable questions, a time without religious conflicts, a time of endless curiosity and inquiries, Wulfe was once human.

In his dreams, he saw her. Perhaps he brought her into his dreams or perhaps his mind summoned his unicorn to this realm. Nonetheless, he had longed to share this place with her. However, he wasn't ready to reveal his true identity, knowing it would change everything.

Maybe one day, on his last day on Earth, he would tell her. It would be the right time to disclose who he truly was, and who he had been. She deserved to know, but he cherished their relationship too much to jeopardize it with this revelation. The future belonged to them, and he was determined to provide her with every ounce of happiness he could find.