Oh, she was going to keep this under wraps, no-one was going to see it. Her little secret for now. Till it was painted anyway. Daisy glanced up at the pack-house as she stood up, only to find Mason’s eyes right on her.
‘Why do you look so happy Daisy?’ he asked via the mind-link, sounded amused himself to her ear.
‘None ya business.’ she grinned and turned to walk off up the path next to where she was sitting, noted he was still watching her ‘Go be the Beta.’
Mason snorted laughter down the mind-link at her and then cut it. He did have Beta duties to attend to and she knew it.
She no had to get them printed out, but how to do that without anyone else in the pack seeing them? Damn it. Her photographer gear was not here yet, still en route back to the pack. It would likely take weeks, and she didn’t want to wait that long before starting.
Sank down in her room on her bed to shop for new printing gear and quality photopaper, all that she would need to start her work, was about to hit the express shipment button, when she realised she was about to order a delivery from the human world, better get permission.
‘Mason’ she mind-linked him ‘I need to get an art delivery.’
‘Fine, I’m busy being a Beta.’ he teased her.
‘I know’ she laughed ‘it will come in 2 days, it says.”
‘Alright, I’ll inform Caelan later’ he cut the link, his tone all Beta again.
She’d likely interrupted him but had to get permission for her delivery, could get in trouble for that, she thought, but he seemed like he was back to normal with her. Good, she didn’t like it when he was all Beta and cranky with her. Shades of Caelan , she saw when he was like that.
Caelan POV
He was so busy trying to make sure everything was ready for his first official meet and greet with his allied pack’s Alpha’s, all would be coming for a 3-day visit, the day of arrival, afternoon arrivals, a casual dinner that night in the pack’s common dining hall.
Then back to back meetings all day the next day and a full formal dinner in the Alpha’s private dining room. They could seat them all comfortably. It was constructed for such an event, followed by an informal breakfast the subsequent day, and to bid them farewell as they departed from the group in the late morning to early afternoon.
His father had been lecturing him for days on how to approach them and what was anticipated of him. Caelan had previously witnessed and attended the inaugural meet and greets of the other pack’s heirs. As the prospective Alpha, he had attended all Alpha meetings and exclusive events.
He had attended numerous events and frequently faced enquiries regarding his potential assumption of leadership. The response was consistently ‘when father resigns,’ which typically provoked laughter from the other Alphas. They too understood the annoyance waiting to be handed the pack.
There were a few Alphas younger than him, having taken over at 25 or 26, and one that had inherited his pack at just 22 when his father had died fighting another Alpha. And here was Caelan at 32 and only just taking over. He’d likely be in charge a very long time, not having a Mate at this time, so producing an Heir, not even on the cards, and not likely to happen soon at all.
At least he had plenty of experience before taking over, his father had often left him in charge when he’d gone off on Alpha business that didn’t require Caelan to be there in attendance. And Caelan did attend to the running and managing of most of the human world companies. Was often in Olympia with the new airline business, in fact.
His mother had been in and out of his office a lot in the past 2 days as well. Sorting out menus with him and finalizing decorations and flowers of all things, to go into the visiting Alpha’s rooms. Giving him, no he thought, telling him what to do, informed him of the gifts she’d purchased for the visiting Alpha’s to the pack.
Telling him about what Alpha went to what room and made sure all the Mated Alpha’s got suites to accommodate their Beta’s as well. And that the un-mated Alpha’s and Beta’s all got single rooms in case they wanted to Mate un-mated she-wolves while they were here.
She went over the seating arrangements for the formal dinner, but told him they could sit as they pleased when it was informal, wanted to know if he wanted them seated according to the strength of their packs and how long said Alpha had been in charge or the strength of their alliance with his pack. That had made him think long and hard. Opted for strength of the pack.
Only one Alpha coming had bothered him, but not so much anymore. That big bastard had reportedly finally found his Mate and he and his whole unit now all mated off. That was actually a relief. Caelan was not looking forward to the Alpha’s who were un-mated walking around his pack-house on the prowl for an un-mated she-wolf to entertain them and their needs.
Mason didn’t seem to be worried about it though, he had shrugged it off when Caelan had begrudgingly told him at Mason’s insistence to know why he suddenly fumed with anger for no apparent reason yesterday, Mason had just laughed it off and shaken his head “Not a full moon Caelan , don’t worry about it.”
How could that man be so laid back about Daisy coming into contact with so many un-mated Alpha males or their Beta’s for that matter? There was no full moon, but that did not mean an Alpha wouldn’t scent the woman out or one of those Beta’s.
