The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

It's certainly not easy being a teacher, at least not for me. I found myself standing in the middle of the gym, struggling to articulate what I was trying to teach. We were in the middle of an exercise, one of those multi-talented, multi-use activities. This meant it wasn't just a rage release session, which would have involved only me and the boys.

No, this was a group effort, girls versus boys. My task was multifaceted: I had to teach Elena and Katherine the basics of their alpha powers, specifically growing, and how to utilize it effectively. Additionally, I needed to teach them how to use the Hive, creating our own secure channel so the boys couldn't eavesdrop.

And I had only 15 minutes to accomplish all of this. Charles, Adam, Leopard, Demon, Wulfe Magnum, and Alaric were standing on the opposite side, waiting for our little powwow to conclude and to see who would come out on top. The goal was simple, though unofficially stated: domination. The males had their own ideas about our purpose, and it was up to us to either accept them or forge our own path.

"Okay," I began, "first, pheromones. As you more or less know, pheromones are scents of feelings and sensations that can trigger emotions. I've told you there are over 4500 base pheromones. Think of them as directions on a map – east, south, north, etc. Then, their subcategories provide more detailed information about the direction, and further subcategories refine it even more. This means one base pheromone can have 20 sublevels, allowing you to target very specifically. However, we aren't delving that deeply yet, as it takes time, even for me. For now, we're using base pheromones. Lust is a good one, as the boys will react to it, but it's also expected and desired. So, no. You need to come up with something as we fight, and then release it. The best strategy is to be unpredictable, which means we make no plans." My voice echoed in our private part of the Hive.

With only 15 minutes before our game began, I had to quickly provide some pointers and orders. However, I wasn't planning on creating a rigid strategy; improvisation was my forte. I was, after all, chaos. Instead, I intended to develop plans as we progressed, evaluating what worked and what didn't.

This approach was the antithesis of Damon's style. Fortunately, Charles, Adam, Wulfe, and Magnum knew me well, and my unpredictability wasn't as challenging for them as it would be for Damon. These individuals were more flexible and understood my tendencies.

Therefore, I decided to expand our unpredictability, ensuring it wasn't just me but all of us. For instance, I instructed Shadow to initially forgo her herbal powers and lust, instead utilizing hive tactics and pheromones to taunt, seduce, and distract the men. Simultaneously, I reminded Elena and Katherine to use their newly acquired alpha powers. Although these powers weren't yet strong, they needed to learn to harness them, and this situation was a trial by fire. Moreover, the men wouldn't expect these two to go into full alpha female mode, so surprises were in store, and I hoped they would be enough to secure our victory.

We all wore similar outfits: tight tank tops, shorts, and sneakers, with our hair in ponytails or braids—nothing fancy. We were ready to act.

As we approached the men, I said, "Okay, let's do this. Mimosa, you take on Magnum and Wulfe, make them angry and focused, then switch with Katherine once they're at their peak. Seduce them; they won't easily succumb to lust, so dominate and taunt to weaken their resolve. I'll go for Charles; he's the hardest because he knows me too well. Shadow, you have Alaric; don't use herb power, but use your alpha powers to challenge him, giving you the momentum to take him down. Elena, your target is Demon; he's lustful, but try to throw him off balance. Don't seduce him immediately; use your pheromones. Focus on the feeling you want him to experience and release it, concentrating on base pheromones rather than individual ones for now. Katherine, start with Adam and Lepard, switching with Mimosa when she signals. Again, distract, taunt, and dominate, making them lose their cool and react, which will give you the edge."

 She nodded, and they all followed suit, a testament to our collective readiness. I sauntered into the middle of the gym, glancing at Charles from beneath my lashes. Keeping my voice low, I gestured for him to come closer. He smiled arrogantly, yet, as planned, he began walking towards me. I issued the order by gesturing with my fingers come hither, and he obeyed immediately—a promising start, indeed.

As Charles drew nearer, I launched my attack. One moment I was smiling at him, and the next I was delivering a powerful kick while simultaneously releasing a carefully selected blend of pheromones. They weren't overly numerous or complex, but they were potent enough to throw him off balance. I even included a pheromone that mimicked my affection for him, making it difficult for him to maintain a focused fighting stance, as he could literally sense my "love." This initially caused him to pull his punches, unaware of my pheromonal warfare.

However, Adam, who was nearby, recognized the tactic, exclaiming, "She's using her pheromones! I can smell them, and they're meant for Charles, not me!"

Something in Charles's expression hardened, and he retaliated with renewed vigor. I allowed him a few minutes to unleash his fury, then abruptly lunged forward, kissing him with as much passion as I could muster. This was intended to ignite his desire before I broke away and walked towards my next victim. I gave room for Katherine, who was already approaching Charles. This was all part of our plan.

After hours of intense fighting, it was time to enjoy ourselves. This was also a form of therapy, allowing us to be the ones in control—to seduce, lure, and even taunt. Everything that occurred had a purpose, although we wouldn't necessarily end up in bed. While I couldn't guarantee that outcome, a meal was being prepared for us, as it was crucial to replenish our energy.

Tomorrow was a free day, meaning we could spend it however we wished, whether in or out of bed, according to our individual desires. I wasn't sure if I'd even leave my bed, especially if I managed to get some physiotherapy, considering the intensity of the past few nights. And, yes, my bedroom was sanctified.

The upstairs area, however, featured a group room, a deliberate design choice. There wasn't a grand bedroom for Damon and me; the upstairs was built to ensure my safety and to guarantee that I wouldn't be forced to share a bedroom with him against my will.

My next target was Adam. He was so easy to get really heated up, and then I would pass him on, getting men out of balance and dominating them. It would lead to some intense times in the bedroom, but it was more or less my target - to get boys really in the mood for bedtime activity.

I went to Adam, swept his legs from under him, and as soon as he fell down, I straddled him. I squeezed his chest with my thighs, pressed his hands against the floor, leaned in, nibbled his jaw and throat before kissing him. I didn't let him decide; I was the one on top. Adam was always more or less ready for this, but he had one hell of a memory, and I might get a little payback later on. Who knows, maybe it was my goal all along.

I was suddenly pulled off Adam, thrown onto my back on the floor, and now Wulfe was on top of me, purring softly. "Mimi, my love, naughty girl, let me show you how this is done."

Oh really, I let out a few pheromones, making him a little dizzy and dazzled.

I said through our hive to Shadow, "Are you free? Come on, use your herb power on this one; he is not so resistant to that."

Wulfe had no time to react as Shadow wrapped herself around his back, sinking her fangs into his throat while emitting a strong scent of daisies. This made Wulfe lose his grip on me. I wrenched free, got up to my feet. Adam was now with Elena, who was using her Alpha power to get Adam's eyes almost black with lust. Oh my God, this was fun.

I walked a few steps and attacked Alaric. We fought for a few minutes, and I got him down again, straddling him, nibbling his neck. Now he was not into being my meal, but I didn't let it stop me. I was pushing his buttons, seeing what he was going to do.

Suddenly, I was yanked backward against Magnum's strong chest. His hands were fondling my breasts, my body, his hot breath fanning my hair. He was not much of a talker but an actor. He liked to paw at me and see just how far he could push me. Oh, really, fine.

I twisted and grabbed him by the shoulders, yanking him over my head and partially on top of Alaric. I'm surprisingly strong when necessary, and I had perfect leverage. He landed with an audible thud, and Alaric yelped as he was partially crushed.

I got up and taunted, "Why don't you boys have fun with just the two of us? Give us a little show."

Both of them glared at me. In my peripheral vision, I saw Mimosa approaching.

"Mimosa, come on, here are two for you," I said telepathically.

Mimosa walked over and kissed Magnum, who had just managed to stand up. Alaric was also getting to his feet, and Mimosa smiled at him as well, releasing a few seductive pheromones to confuse them.

Meanwhile, I turned to face Lepard, knowing this was going to be difficult because he still had a lot of rage within him. We needed to hash this out, so there was no time for seduction; it was time to fight once more. We fought seriously, kicking, hitting, and letting our rage come out. Magnum noticed the intensity of our fight, but he was occupied with the others, preventing him from interfering.

This was just between me and Lepard. He carried a part of my rage, even though he wasn't biologically mine. I had carried him, but his mother was my leopard, Cleo. Still, it was affecting him; my body had nourished him, my milk had fed him, and it seemed I had inadvertently given him a part of my rage, too.

He had also gotten some version of Salvatore rage from Damon, and together, they had created a unique rage within him – his own, something in between my white-hot rage and Damon's flaming Salvatore rage.

But because I had struggled with my rage for so long, I understood him better than Damon ever could, as he had never experienced his rage in the same way I had. For Damon, rage had always been an emotion, but for me, it was more of a force, not just an emotion but a physical force. And that made a huge difference when dealing with it. If you saw it as just an emotion, you would try to suppress it or deal with it logically, but that never worked, not with rage like mine, a supernatural one.

Fighting, therefore, was the most physical way for us to gain control over our rage and release it in a controlled manner. It allowed us to feel the rage without being overwhelmed by it. While I was uncertain of the effect on Lepard, I knew I had to maintain constant control. Unleashing too much of my rage would transform me into a soulless killing machine, potentially unleashing both my killer and dark sides, a scenario I wanted to avoid, at least for the time being.

This rage was, in essence, my fuel, and I had been without it for over six months. Now that I had the opportunity to release it, control was paramount. The temptation, a whisper in my mind urging me to abandon restraint, was dangerous, but I managed to keep it at bay, for the moment.

Sex, or lust, also presented a way to temper my rage, lessening its temptation and making it slightly easier to control. It would provide some leeway, preventing me from feeling as though I were about to boil over at the slightest provocation.

We fought intensely, and I landed several good hits while Lepard unloaded his own rage. I wasn't sure if Magnum or Wulfe had released their rage, as they tended to conceal it. This was also a small demonstration for the two of them, showcasing the extent of Leopard's rage.

After about ten minutes of fighting, Wulfe joined me, and soon, Magnum coldly pushed me aside as he and Wulfe began to work on Lepard effectively. This was part of my plan as the alpha female: ensuring that all of my pack members were well and received what they needed, including rage release, even if they didn't always desire it.

After moving away, I tasked Magnum and Wulfe with Lepard's rage, while I went to see Demon. He, too, had been afflicted with rage by Damon, but Mariella's lust had further complicated the matter, resulting in an intense passion in bed.

However, this heightened state didn't always manifest positively, as he had witnessed considerable horrors and had learned to channel his rage into avenues beyond his sex life. I engaged in playful teasing and taunting, involving Katherine, Elena, and the wolves, Mimosa and Shadow, in these interactions as well. We rotated partners frequently to prevent anyone from becoming overly attached to one individual, essentially performing a dance of preparation for our day off, moving this seduction into bedtime.

One might wonder why this was so important. Rage was obviously a significant factor, but we also needed to express our feelings to one another, sometimes making them physically tangible.

As the alpha female and the strongest among us, despite Charles's role as pack leader, this served as a test for me as well. I had a tendency to withdraw at times, allowing others to handle bedtime activities. However, I had come to appreciate the benefits of participation, finding it both mentally and physically rewarding.

Physically, it strengthened my body and muscles, nourished me, and stimulated dormant regions of my brain. Mentally, it reaffirmed my sense of self as a woman, a loved one, rather than a freak or a mutant, even if others might perceive me as such. It served as therapy, allowing them to love me, to demonstrate the pleasure of touch to my body, to dominate me, to allow me to be vulnerable in a safe environment, to allow someone else to be strong for me.

I wasn't planning too far ahead, choosing to live day by day, embracing every moment that life offered. I was willing to go with the flow, to love again, to be myself, to bask in the sunshine, and to feel the breeze on my face. Perhaps someday, I might even forgive Damon and attempt to resolve our issues. However, I held no fucking forgiveness for Mariella, only contempt. And I knew that I was not alone in these feelings.