Caelan gazed at her in disbelief, unable to comprehend her acceptance of the situation, and then observed her withdraw her hand from him. He realised she was also awaiting it, and he felt a pang of pain. Was this what she desired from him?
“I am departing for Canada tomorrow regardless.” It is acceptable, Alpha.
Fury surged within him, intense and searing, upon hearing those words; it was not only within him but also in Hudson, whose wolf appeared equally enraged by her departure from the pack shortly after her return. Having been present for scarcely a day, I am already contemplating departure.
Who authorised her departure to relocate abroad? He certainly had not, and he would not permit it under any circumstances. She had ultimately returned to the pack, and she intended to remain here resolutely.
His hand extended and seized her wrist. “I require you to pledge your loyalty,” he asserted immediately. He violently struck the blade across her palm. He was unable to control it. How audacious of her to return, only to abandon him once more.
Observed her eyes widen significantly in response to his actions, then turned to examine her palm. He was aware that it was oozing blood profusely and understood that it would not congeal and close until she vowed her allegiance to him and he acknowledged it. Heard his father curse in the background before everyone, regarding his actions. More profanity was imminent, he thought furiously. “Pledge,” the Alpha commanded, directing his aura towards her, albeit minimally, just enough to elicit the desired response at that moment.
Her gaze returned directly to his. She appeared profoundly astonished, subsequently pledging her allegiance, not out of desire, but due to his Alpha Order. It is not intended to be executed in this manner; it should be willingly undertaken by all pack members, yet he had compelled her to remain.
Gazed directly at her, infuriated that she would audaciously return solely to inform him of her impending departure once more. He would not tolerate it. He pulled her close, their bodies nearly touching, allowing him to sense her warmth. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, “You will not be leaving this pack, Daisy.” His voice was barely audible, mindful that his father and Beta might overhear if they were attentive. He declared, “I prohibit you from stepping foot in Canada.” He was aware of her impending art exhibition and possessed considerable knowledge about her.
Reviewed every single contract that had ever been established between her and his father. Was aware of the number of other Alpha Males who had approached her, both mated and unmated. I despised it, in fact. Who could ascertain the number of those insufferable unmated Alphas who attempted to seduce her or had already succeeded? Observing her presently, she appeared exceedingly attractive, and Alphas were inclined to engage with any willing partner. He was aware that he was one.
Caelan retreated, inflicted a deep cut across his palm with the same fury he had shown her, and pressed it against hers. Her blood mingled with his, and he experienced a slight sense of relief, as he now exerted control over her and her actions. She was his, a member of his pack, obligated to obey his commands. He was preventing her from departing; it was an impossibility. Who could anticipate what she would encounter in the human realm?
“Welcome home, Daisy,” he stated, genuinely meaning it, and experienced a sudden sense of tranquilly. For once, his words regarding her were devoid of anger: “I accept your pledge.” The bond between Alpha and pack member was established, and he immediately released her hand. He turned to address his pack, delivering the speech composed by his mother to assure them of his commitment to lead effectively, ensure their prosperity, and safeguard their well-being.
Disclosed several new strategies he and his father had deliberated regarding the new enterprise he had initiated, which would soon be operational. A privately owned airline for wolfen, headquartered in Olympia, is in progress and accessible to all packs, including unaligned ones, contingent upon the signing of a treaty prior to each flight by every member wishing to utilise the service.
The wolfen council deliberated extensively regarding its approval, ultimately permitting all packs to receive a summary and cast their votes. The majority of wolves he was acquainted with despised travelling in human aircraft, as they were excessively confined and congested for their dimensions, and the cacophony was intolerable to their acute auditory perception. Not to mention the odour.
They possessed their own private terminal and six aircraft prepared. It will be finalised by next week; flights are already sold out. They required additional aircraft.
Caelan retreated after proposing a toast and signalling to the D.J. to commence the celebration. It commenced immediately. Lydia positioned herself beside him, intertwining her arm with his, and gazing up at him with a smile. “You were exceptional.”
“Mm,” he gazed downward at her. He pondered what she perceived in him.
“Darling, you must change your shirt; it bears the blood of that girl,” she remarked, touching his sleeve.
“Concurred.” Caelan nodded and departed to execute the task. Desired a moment of solitude. He was encircled by individuals throughout the day, lacking even a moment of solitude, not even during the act of dressing, as his father incessantly reiterated his obligations for the umpteenth time.
He removed his jacket and tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt when he noticed a flash of white outside his window, moving away from the pack house towards the woods. He approached the window to investigate. “Amelia.” It was indeed a diminutive silver wolf, appearing white from this vantage point, surrounded by darkness. However, this small silver wolf exhibited a slight alteration; she now possessed a dark stripe along her back. Caelan felt uncertain if this was Amelia, as she had never previously displayed such a feature.
