“Apologies, it will probably be sensitive and inflamed for a day or two.” He then positioned himself on the edge of her bed and gazed directly at her. “I observed last night, while treating the wounds on the back of your neck, that you have some tattoos along your back.” I examined it thoroughly; I trust you do not object.
She shook her head, although they were not tattoos. She was indifferent to whether he or anyone else observed them.
“Caelan will disapprove.”
Daisy regarded him with an arched eyebrow and merely shrugged; it was not his prerogative to dictate her bodily autonomy, and it was evident that she bore the wolf tattoo on her neck, which she never concealed. She was genuinely proud of the representation of Amelia that she had designed and tattooed on her neck.
Amelia also appreciated it.
He does not approve of tattoos of any kind on his pack members; consider this a warning. You may wish to ensure your back is protected.
“It is my body,” she responded via the mental connection, “my own personal canvas, and I shall do as I please with it.”
Maurice smiled, “Well, child, do not claim I did not caution you.” He rose, “Come, let us prepare you for a shower and get you dressed.”
Daisy gazed at him, somewhat astonished by the notion that he intended to bathe and dress her. Caelan would disapprove; he had placed his hand on her, and his touch had not inflicted any pain. Had Caelan rescinded his Alpha Order?
She was unaware.
He smiled and then chuckled, “The nurse will enter, and once you are fully dressed, I will be pleased to discharge you.” Amelia is effectively facilitating your healing. Please exercise patience for a few days, if you would.
She observed the man’s brown eyes become unfocused, and a minute later, he directed his gaze towards her. “MASON stated that you cannot proceed without an escort; therefore, he will dispatch someone he trusts to accompany you back to your room, where you are to remain for the time being.”
Daisy acknowledged that this was likely anticipated following the incident. She would not contest it. I would appreciate an escort from here to her room in the pack-house. She had never experienced a sense of insecurity here before, neither within her pack nor in the human realm; she always possessed the conviction that everything would ultimately be fine. At that moment, she remained anxious and required the escort.
She dismounted the bed and proceeded to the bathroom, examined her neck in the mirror, and felt tears welling up again. She could distinctly observe the marked handprints encircling her neck, belonging to her own father. He is currently in the cells, attempting to contact him through the mind-link to obtain information.
She frowned in frustration; it was not as it had been previously when he had blocked her, rendering him nearly nonexistent to her. Had they burdened him with wolfsbane and restrained him with silver? Her gaze encountered her reflection in the mirror, as tears cascaded down; “why,” she whispered mournfully in her thoughts, while Amelia emitted a soft whine.
She was given clothes to wear, and upon examining them, she recognised they were her own; someone had entered her room and taken them.
Garments for her personal use. She attired herself and groomed her lengthy hair, securing it into a ponytail. Amelia seemed to be sleeping now, fatigued from her healing efforts and in need of rest. She would remain for several days until she was completely healed.
Exiting the bathroom, she encountered Jonathan, the former pack Beta, leaning against the wall near the suite’s entrance; his gaze shifted directly to her neck, and he exhaled audibly.
You ought to permit Mason and Caelan to eliminate him. Ronan and I would have acted in that manner, even contrary to your preferences.
She shook her head, feeling a sense of sadness; however, upon hearing him contradict her wishes, she surmised that a portion of her nebulous dream was indeed reality. She had requested Caelan not to kill him, and he had seemingly acquiesced.
“Proceed, then; return to the pack-house.” He opened the door and permitted her to exit first.
Daisy sensed his gaze upon her multiple times and observed other pack members pausing to scrutinise her as well. Jonathan, utilising his authoritative Beta tone, commanded, “Move on.” Each individual bowed slightly and departed, demonstrating his continued dominance within the pack. Recently retired.
Escorted her to her room and opened the door. Its unlocked state surprised her somewhat. She had secured it since her Canvas was under construction. To her astonishment, her room contained two of her friends, Ella and Julie. They both gazed directly at her, then stood up and approached her to embrace her. She positioned herself between them.
“I shall entrust you to their care.”
The trio turned to face him, and he smirked; at that moment, he resembled Mason, merely an older iteration of him. “Now, girls, refrain from any actions.” His tone abruptly shifted to mischievous. Then, to their astonishment, he captured a photograph of the three of them.
She laughed and extended her hand to strike him. He smiled and exited through the door, winking at Daisy just before closing it. That was somewhat peculiar, unless he was aware of Caelan’s existing directive regarding her.
Both girls gazed at her with inquisitive expressions. She shrugged yet smiled, and they both laughed. “All men possess depraved thoughts,” Ella chuckled. One can partially understand the source of Joe’s attributes.
She declined with a shake of her head.
“As the father, so the son.” Julie concurred.
The door opened again, and he, Jonathan, snapped his fingers. “Come on, girls, you are youthful and enjoyable.”
“Pervert.” Julie fired at him.
He smiled, stating, “I am merely attempting to uplift someone’s spirits. By the way, Daisy, I neglected to inform you that Joe will be visiting, and possibly the Alpha as well. They will wish to discuss that matter concerning the individual in the cells. Now, be obedient and act appropriately.” He gazed at her intently before departing.
She understood his implication, granting her the authority to terminate his life.
