She embraced Caelan’s arm and expressed her gratitude for his hospitality before returning to the pack-house.
His gaze shifted directly to his Gamma, who merely shrugged and remarked, “It felt quite peculiar, that’s all.” She was frightened. “It is preferable for her to remain here for the time being,” is all he remarked before sauntering into the pack house.
Today, she once more implored to remain, expressing significant distress regarding the prospect of being mated to someone she did not desire. She asserted that the arrangement was unjust and that neither party wished for it. If that were the case, how could her father create them? He was unaware.
She implored him, indifferent to the fact that she would no longer occupy his bed. She had an intense reluctance to abandon the security that her presence here evidently afforded her.
Caelan telepathically communicated with the head of the pack house’s Omega, requesting the removal of his possessions from his room to his Alpha Suite, exclusively his items. Ensured the woman comprehended that Lydia would remain in her current location and not relocate to the Alpha Suite with him.
Mason was on the verge of achieving his objective, his Alpha in the Alpha Suite. He was uncertain about how to utilise the excessive space within. Navigate the vacant rooms with the hope of avoiding any destruction.
Frustrated by their emptiness.
Caelan’s Perspective
Mason was astonished to observe him emerge from the Alpha Suite adjacent to his own, attired and prepared for morning training, yet he merely smiled as he proceeded down the corridor. What prompted this?”
“Nothing, I merely wished to exclude Lydia from my bed,” he responded succinctly.
“Might she have been relocated to a different room?””
“Was it not you,” he remarked incisively, “just the other day, admonishing me regarding the use of the Alpha Suite?” He concluded, vexed by the man’s inquiry.
Mason raised his hands. “I did not compel you to act.”
After training and a shower, he departed to visit Lark’s new chew toy. John.
His gaze encountered Caelan’s. “Have you killed her yet?”He directed a smirk at him.
Caelan’s jaw clenched as he unlocked the cell door and forcefully yanked it open, approached the man, and struck him with such force that he swung from the hook. The man expectorated blood and made eye contact with him. “Not yet, is it?” I am curious about the duration required.”
“I suggest you remain silent unless you desire a fractured jaw.”
John indeed laughed, “You will still break it.”
Caelan, supported by Hudson, struck the man with such force that teeth were dislodged from his mouth, rendering him unconscious.
He would never inflict harm upon her. Caelan exited the cells and returned to the pack-house, stormed into his office, and felt an intense urge to unleash his frustration on an object.
The man’s insistence? Was it merely a verbal exercise intended to provoke him? Or was he aware of something different? He seated himself in his chair, possibly necessitating control in the future. He had been provoked into a fury, and he was aware of it. Mason was correct regarding the man attempting to manipulate him psychologically. The issue was that Caelan was permitting him entry.
Certainly could not enter there alone again, as it might result in his demise, and he had assured Daisy he would refrain from such actions. It was necessary to approach him in an alternative manner. He sighed, rubbed his temples, and requested the guard on cell duty to inform him when the prisoner regained consciousness. Received confirmation.
He immersed himself in work until lunchtime, at which point he walked to the cells again, accompanied by his mother. She entered his office, announced her intention to speak with the prisoner, seated herself on the couch, and remained there until he received confirmation that the man was awake. He remained inquisitive regarding her discussion with MASON, and when he enquired, she glanced at him, smiled, and replied, “Now, son, that is my and Joe’s affair,” offering no further elaboration.
“I understand you have relocated to the Alpha Suite.”
His sole response was a noncommittal “Mm.”
When should I anticipate Daisy relocating to your residence?He articulated it as if it were anticipated of him.
Caelan ceased all movement. “Pardon me.”
“Oh, my son, I am not so foolish.” “I generally remain silent regarding you.” She placed her hand on his arm and pulled him back to walk alongside her. “I detected your scent on her in the hospital.”
His jaw clenched, yet he remained silent. This was neither the appropriate time nor the suitable location for this discussion. “Let us defer this discussion to another occasion.”
“I have already cleared the path.” “We are solitary, Son.”
He gazed at her with mild astonishment, and she smiled back at him, “Luna, remember.” When can I anticipate her resuming her Luna training?”
“Mother, it is not as such,” he asserted bluntly. Daisy had not even communicated with him telepathically regarding the incident. She likely regretted it the moment she awoke and recognised that it was him, not Mason.
“Hmm.” It could be possible if you engaged in conversation with the girl. She never harboured animosity towards you. You are aware of that, correct?
“I am aware,” he affirmed with a nod. “It does not imply that I possess any entitlement.”
“I understand.” I shall return to it in approximately two weeks.” A faint smirk adorned her face. He recognised that she was referring to the impending full moon, stating, “Do not raise your expectations, Mother; Mason will be her mate, and you are aware of this.”
“Improbable,” she dismissed it.
