The Salvatore Saga, Part Four: My new Life

As I. Mimi Salvatore, alpha female of the Salvatore pack (oh, how I loved my name) finished eating my food, I noticed my trolley being unloaded with great enthusiasm. Number two then explained the display to me in more detail. It included ready meals that were categorized for everyone to see easily.

The display showed the daily calories, and the required amount of nutrients such as amino acids, specific lipids, starchy carbs, simple sugars, vitamins, and drinks. It also indicated the recommended caffeine intake, usually 2-4 pots per meal, but in my case, it was often more, including drinking Coke.

The color indicators were simple: red meant the nutrient was insufficient, yellow meant it was enough if the whole tray was consumed at once, and green meant it was sufficient. There could be days like I saw with Dresden, where one day his vitamin A was low but boosted the next day to meet the weekly requirements.

For me, the display showed that I needed at least 18,000 kcal daily, which would double if I was active (more than 30 minutes of faster than normal walking). It also specified the requirements for amino acids, lipids, and other nutrients. There was a list of fats that could be used for my meals, along with instructions on starch and sugar intake, which means very little starch and sugars from smoothies or desserts.

My meals were mostly green as Salvatores were focused on ensuring my needs were met before assisting anyone else. I typically consumed more than 18k calories, especially on active days or gym sessions. Salvatores closely monitored my intake and knew how to cater to my needs. I didn't mind their attention, except when it came to interfering with my cooking.

As I walked back to my cart, I picked up a large bag containing bones, skin, shredded meat, and small animals. They were skinned and partially deboned, ready for me to work with. Meanwhile, I listened to number two as he soothingly talked to a baby, seemingly teaching it how to cook. 

I was defrosting my scraps when Dresden approached me. He was wearing a loose t-shirt and jeans, with shaggy hair. I couldn't help but think to myself that Mariella should cut Dresden's hair if she ever stopped being so busy. She enjoyed cutting men's hair, unlike me. Although I was a hairdresser, I never really styled men's hair much. It just didn't feel right for me to interfere with their hair – maybe it was because of my past or just one of my quirks.

Dresden noticed the scraps and commented slowly, as if unsure of what I was getting at. "Those aren't really what we use here. I mean, you could probably make stock out of them," he said.

I smiled and replied, "I put the bones in the oven with the skin. It makes delicious snacks. After roasting the bones, I scoop out the marrow, grind the bones, and use the ground bones as a tasty source of calcium in my cooking. The skin is also yummy; it can be chopped or mashed and is tasty because of its high fat content. I include the marrow in there."

Dresden smiled and thanked me for the lesson, saying he might try it too. He was always open to trying new things and utilizing these parts.

He then asked, "Is there anything from the carcass that you don't use?"

I responded, "I don't use the content of the lower intestines–it's not usable. The small intestine, if fresh, can be used since it's half-digested. But I avoid using the waste, as it contains too many bugs and germs. I usually clean the large intestines before using them. Everything else, like the eyes and brain, is edible. I just have to prepare it in a way that doesn't resemble body parts. Brain, for instance, is mostly fat, so it contains calories too."

Dresden chuckled, looking a bit green, and said, "I'll start with bones and skin first. Maybe someday I'll try eyeballs or brain."

With that, he quickly moved away.

 Number two approached me just like Dresden had when making Wulfe's food under Mariella's written instructions.

He remarked, "That is a baby, one damn stroke of genius. You need calcium too, so I might have to take some of those bones, as you have plenty. Marrow is good for you, and you should learn to share. I am a surgeon, so I know what organ is made of what. There is potential in most body parts, but I've never been so eager to try. And those skins, with that thick layer of fat, perfect."

I rolled my eyes and replied, "I am simply using everything I have, no waste. Besides, that skin is my ultimate favorite snack. Organs and brain, I am a carnivore, a hungry one, so I use and eat as much as I can. For example, these little quiches made of brains braised in butter, onion, and leek, charred garlic, and topped with herb-filled Wagyu butter, my own creation, and some quail eggs."

As I reached for a quiche, which I had made for myself as a snack, number two snatched it from my hands and ate it quickly.

He commented, "Yeah, baby, but not all the time. We decide what you need."

He then grabbed my head, twisted it, and bit into my throat. Feeling mischievous, I allowed my powers to seep into my blood, causing him to pull away after a few sips, glaring at me.

I sweetly said, "Sorry, I wasn't in the mood to be someone's meal."

Number two walked away after taking all the skins and half of the bones. I watched as the other Salvatores took some of them, discussing how to season and cook them. My quiches were also taken, and number ten seemed displeased with my little treats, almost as eager to lecture me about my nutrition as number one had been before. 

 Fine. I had more stuff that I could utilize, and I could always find more bones as they chopped those whole carcasses. The sharp gaze from number four, with a slight feeling of being chased, followed by his smirk, told me I was being watched, and my little idea had been robbed.

Calcium was one thing that we all needed, and so far, our main sources were milk products like cream, cheeses, etc. But with this, I had gotten calcium embedded into many meals, giving them extra taste, and it was pretty well absorbed.

I took my small game next. They had been hunted in autumn, as it was a black-marked bag, meaning they were packed with fat and all kinds of yummy nutrients. First up, I would boil a big pot of them to get myself a stock base and very tender meat. Then, I would grind it, mix it with things like chicken or turkey and some nut flour, and Voila. I would have nice meatballs.

Of course, I could do more, like stash a ball of blue cheese inside them, bread them, and fry them, adding extra calories. As there were bones left, not all of them but some, I would get calcium too. All I had to do then was taste my ready meals to figure out what was lacking.

But it was when I would have done them. I also took a selection of organs to thaw. Salvatores had gotten, as well others too, pretty clever to use organs, which were one thing that was usually missing as they were used so fast.

I had ten kilos of mixed organs from the game, ten kilos of chopped organs from beef, five kilos of chopped pork organs, and ten kilos of mixed meat scraps, so I had a lot of ingredients to use.

In my station, there was a lot of stuff. I had my own shelf where I kept my seasonings, a wide selection of fresh herbs and plants on the counter - basil, chives, thyme, marjoram, and more. I also had a good variety of dried herbs, big bowls of five different onions, three types of garlic, and specialty onions.

Additionally, I had a box with smaller compartments holding about 35 different nuts and seeds. There were plenty of them. There was a bowl of coffee beans, a selection of fruits and berries for snacking, and a small fridge nearby that I shared with other pack members who were cooking near me.

The fridge contained dairy, fruits, berries, and some meats to keep them fresh. There were several fridges in the kitchen, as there were a lot of stations here; it was like a top chef cooking show.

I grabbed a huge tray to fill it with my ingredients, which I planned to bake and use later. As I was preparing, number two approached again, looking at my station more eagerly. He whistled softly as he checked out everything I had.

"Well, it looks like you've got quite the selection here. You'll have to share," he said.

I smiled sweetly and opened a cabinet near him. Inside were big sacks of nuts, flours, and seasonings.

I informed him, "Shadow will provide you with a selection of herbs, but be warned, she watches over them and won't let you take too much until she gives you fresh herbs. Onions are in the top cabinet, along with potatoes, rice, and other grains you might need. I've organized my station so that everything is easily accessible. Feel free to set up your own station." 

My expression remained sweet but smug as he walked away, muttering to himself and gathering dishes, pots, pans, and jars he required. I wasn't going to back down easily. I used my alpha power to assert my dominance and remind him who was in charge.

I was the alpha female, and I was going to defend my status. Damon may have outlined the order of succession, but I operated differently. As number two had gotten busy with Mariella, I took care in the meanwhile of my pack, determined not to yield just because he had stopped shagging.

While my meats and scraps were roasting in the oven, I was busy preparing pie crusts for Salvatore's desserts. I couldn't resist tasting them to ensure they were just right. As I multitasked, my radar was constantly checking on the ready-made ingredients, mindful of any nutrient loss during baking. Despite my hectic schedule, every bite was a welcomed treat for my hungry stomach.

An hour later, my mini pies and ground meat were ready, and I had bowls lined up to make meatballs. The dessert pies, called Tosca pies, were bite-sized and perfectly made with a nut flour crust and almond filling, and topped with almond flakes and sugar. I eagerly took them out of the oven, and they were indeed perfect. As I set them aside to cool, I indulged in one, savoring the flavors as it melted in my mouth.

However, my enjoyment was interrupted when firm hands pulled me away, turned me around, and passionately kissed me. Number Two's skilled tongue stole most of the pie from my mouth while kissing me deeply. Though initially irritated, I couldn't deny the intense pleasure of the unexpected kiss, distracting me from my frustration. 

The Tosca pies were a novelty for me, as I rarely made them. They were Nordic treats that Damon rarely allowed me to bake. I remembered this, and with a little tweaking, I made them pretty good for most of the Salvatores. My pies were loaded with calories, so a small serving was enough to boost the calorie count. I estimated that five or six pies would suffice for dessert.

I made a lot of them, thinking I could use them in various ways. However, Number Two snatched a pie from my mouth, leaving me unsure if they turned out as good as I had planned in terms of calories and nutrients.

As we stopped kissing, Number Two grabbed a few pies and ate them, smirking at me. Soon, several Salvatores came to collect the trays.

Number Four commented, "Those are good for you, too. You'll get some in time, but we'll share them with others. Give us the recipe quickly so we can make more."

I remained defiant as ever and replied, "Look it up online; they're called Tosca pies. That was my version; feel free to create your own."

I turned to prepare stuffed kangaroo and meatballs. I wasn't going to give away my recipes easily. My irritation resurfaced. 

I had planned to tackle my meatballs next, but this time, Charles walked up to me, leaning against the counter. He was a lot harder to get off me than Salvatore, but I knew what I was doing.

I had a selection of fatty cheeses suitable for Salvatore's dish. I planned to use cheese on the kangaroo and as part of the meatballs. Additionally, I had a huge skillet of fried forest mushrooms in butter ready, which would be a part of one type of meatball. I was making sure they all turned out tasty and special.

Charles looked at my station and said, "Oh, honey, you have quite a lot going on. Can you manage, or should I help you?"

I suppressed my irritation and replied, "Nope, I can handle this. But Elena seems a bit stuck with her desserts for Wulfe. Could you teach her your frangipane pie? I just don't have the time, and Lepard is busy with Katherine, Demon, Constantine, and Alaric, who are all caring for the babies who are napping."

Charles glanced at Elena, whose brow was furrowed as she read something from her phone. He walked over to her like a panther, ready to help, just as I had planned. I wanted the peace to work without anyone coming at me, disturbing me, or taking my stuff. It made me irritated because this was supposed to be fun and relaxing, not getting me all riled up. 

I was in the midst of rolling up meatballs and placing them in trays, since most of the meat was already cooked. The plan was to quickly fry them so the cheese would melt and the crust would turn out perfect.

I had prepared five different types of crusts in advance. I hadn't used those specialty eggs yet, as I was occupied with the task at hand. At one point, I didn't notice number two leaving the kitchen with a stern expression on his face. He had caught on to my attempt to distract Charles and was scheming to teach me a lesson.

I was completely focused on rolling up all the meatballs before moving on to bread them, which was the messiest part. Suddenly, a hot, muscular body pressed against my back, a hand wrapping around my waist.

I was wearing a simple cotton dress, and a hand sneaked under the hem, while a thigh pressed between mine, causing me to spread my legs. Skillful fingers moved my panties aside, and something was mercilessly pushed deep into my pussy.

Another silicone ball followed, larger this time, pressing right where a knot would be tied during mating, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings of my pussy walls, causing my pussy to tighten around the ball.

In a dangerously quiet tone, number two hissed next to my ear, "Once upon a time, I only needed one finger to teach you a lesson, but let's see if my little gadgets can do the trick."

He nipped my ear, causing me to flinch, unsure of what these devices would do inside me.

He then said, "Let's see if you can maintain composure and not let anyone notice, though the choice is yours. Perhaps next time you'll remember the hierarchy in this pack."

My mouth felt dry as he moved closer and, in a normal voice, remarked, "Oh, it looks like you're busy. I just put Mona down for a nap, so I can assist you. I see we're making meatballs – are those mushrooms? They're a great addition."

The vibrations started off mildly, but as the object inside me moved, I found myself taking deeper breaths. It was going to be quite an experience, trying to focus on cooking while my husband gave me a lesson I wouldn't soon forget. 

I was in the midst of rolling my meatballs when Number two struck up a conversation, inquiring about the ingredients and even tasting my nuts. It made me bite my lip. Gradually, the vibrations intensified, and the egg inside me began to move, igniting a fiery sensation in my core and heightening my arousal. I felt a warm rush inside me.

Number two whispered, "It's filled with fresh hot cream of love, along with a new arousal gel."

Struggling to maintain composure, I could sense my own scent of arousal lingering in the air, knowing it wouldn't be long before others noticed too. The silicone ball heightened the sensation, urging me to adjust my position to avoid any embarrassing movements. Meaning not to hump the counter or number two.

Number two skillfully prolonged my pleasure, teasing me to the brink without allowing release. When I finally climaxed, I bit my lip, feeling the rush of blood. The vibrating egg persisted, building up another orgasm deep within me.

I was drenched in sweat, my thighs slick with juices, and my nipples achingly stiff. Each time the egg released its warmth inside me, I panted even harder, holding onto the counter for dear life as I rode out yet another climax.

Meanwhile, Number four cooked the meatballs, and my kangaroos simmered in butter. Despite my flushed face and soaked hair, nobody commented, though I caught Salvatore's smirks and noticed Adam's and Charles's reactions to my state.

Finally, Number Two inserted his long, nimble fingers into my wet, sopping pussy, chuckling low under his breath as he noted my state and removed the devices.

He then told me, "I hope you've learned your lessons today, baby. Let me recap: The first lesson is that from now on, you must follow the order of succession. The second lesson, my dear, is that as a woman, you are entitled to pleasure just like any other woman here, even if you are a mother. Remember, you are a woman, and I've made that clear, just as I did before."

I nodded in agreement, realizing that it was Damon who had been with me in the mall long ago and had taught me that lesson.

As Bridgette removed the Salvatores, she didn't clone them, but extracted them. Number One, who liked to take credit for everything, must have thought it was him doing it all, but now I understood that it was someone else. This revelation opened up a whole new way of thinking for me.

I resolved to uncover who had done what to me, distinguishing between Number One's actions and others'. Once I had clarity, I planned to share my insights, hoping it might benefit the Salvatores too. They could be a true part of my past, not just copies of Number One. 

I truly learned a serious lesson today, and one can never know what the future will bring. However, I couldn't indulge in all-night pleasures since my babies would wake up during the night. I had to be prepared for that and avoid being sexually active with my husbands, despite how much I wanted to.

I would have time for that later, and besides, nothing was stopping me from having quickies here and there. The fridge and freezer are excellent places for a little fun while cooking.