He was sufficiently acquainted with the man to cease the argument. Daisy was the individual in question. He had informed Mason in the morning that he would summon her to his office to proceed with the matter at that time. The man was not satisfied; he demanded immediate action. The moment she awoke. Desired the termination of the connection to John and was unwilling to delay even a moment longer than necessary.
He retrieved her file, and they proceeded to her room. She was solitary within, slumbering. The utilisation of her inherent powers had utterly exhausted her, or alternatively, Belinda may have inflicted some harm upon her. He was uncertain. Who was aware of the capabilities of the Royals?
Mason had settled himself on her bed, adjacent to her, much to Caelan’s irritation, yet he remained silent. Hudson was profoundly discontented upon witnessing Mason reclined on the bed, observing her slumber. He was not physically contacting her, yet Caelan recognised that the man’s constant desire to safeguard and console her compelled him to remain on the bed with her. Hudson was navigating the recesses of his mind, fixating on the man with a glare.
Mason appeared to be aware of the situation; occasionally, he would emit a snicker without apparent cause. Caelan ceased his wandering about the room when Mason nearly erupted in laughter at him, just as Hudson emitted a low growl at the man for daring to touch her face.
The bastard was toying with his wolves’ possessiveness.
Only the Goddess herself understood what compelled the man to provoke his Alpha’s wolf in such a manner.
However, it was a lethal endeavour. At some juncture, he would be unable to restrain his primal instincts, resulting in a significant confrontation occurring in her bedroom while she slept, should the man exercise insufficient caution.
Her sobs had captured his attention, prompting him to turn and witness her hands covering her face as she was overwhelmed with grief. Mason embraced her, and she immediately apologised, clinging to him while weeping uncontrollably. He desired to exit the accursed room. It was distressing to hear the extent of her suffering; he had never witnessed her cry in such a manner.
He recognised that he had caused her to weep, endured a blow to his face repeatedly, accepted the strike from Mason without hesitation, and never retaliated, not once. He recognised that he deserved it, even during the initial instance; as he rose from the floor, he gazed at Mason, half anticipating another blow, which never materialised.
The sole statement he made was, “One day you will lament all your actions, Caelan.” Eventually, it will be too late, and no apology will suffice.” He was correct about the inevitability of that day. He already experienced regret, lamenting his actions the moment they were executed. Experienced a lifetime of remorse regarding her.
In attempting to elucidate her father’s situation, he anticipated the challenge; however, upon hearing her express that she already felt shattered, he questioned how he could proceed without causing her further distress. As he attempted to exit the room, he recognised that Mason’s threat was sincere. He appeared indifferent to her excessively delicate condition for managing this situation. He desired what he wanted immediately.
He was not surprised by her resistance to the idea, but it was profoundly painful when she regarded him with eyes filled with disbelief regarding his lack of intent to harm her. Even Hudson disapproved of it. He had inflicted years of suffering upon her, yet she never confronted him about it. She simply accepted everything and internalised it, which is why she never screamed at him, struck, kicked, or retaliated.
Not a single instance has ceased to astonish him to this day. If he were in her position, he would have severely punished his Mate for such treatment.
He had stood and isolated himself from everything, as was his customary behaviour. He recognised that his anger towards her words, directed at him, was evident. Despite his assurances that he would not intentionally harm her, it appeared to have no effect on her. The harm he had inflicted upon their Mate Bond was already ingrained within her. She would never believe that he had not intentionally harmed her. Mason was correct; no apology would suffice to rectify the situation. He turned and walked to the window, unwilling to confront her expression or witness her disbelief any longer.
Her response to him retrieving her file to present it to her. He recognised that she comprehended their honesty regarding the situation; her reaction indicated her reluctance to accept it. Although she did not disbelieve them, she feared he might perceive it. He presented the folder to MASON and attempted to convey that it was a minor issue that could be resolved effortlessly. However, if she were resistant to it, it would likely be quite painful.
She was reluctant, which was evident in her tone; he sought her consent, expressing his desire for her to comply, emphasising that he was requesting rather than coercing her, awaiting her response. “I will have no one, Caelan.” Tears streamed down her face, her fear of solitude evident. She would never experience solitude; he would not permit it.
I had not considered it; I simply crossed the room, embraced her, and attempted to reassure her that she would never be alone, as he and Mason would always support her. Indeed, it was not substantial. Two individuals among a group of nearly 1800 is negligible. However, they would never permit anyone to harm her. He was aware that, upon the arrival of the full moon, he was unequivocally convinced that one of them would be her Mate. He simply despised what he anticipated it would be.
However, she would be content, and Mason would ensure her safety; he was acutely aware of her every misstep.
He utilised his thumbs to wipe away her tears, desiring to lean down and kiss her, yet he abstained due to Mason’s presence. He had tested his fortune previously. Today, he declined, requesting that she read the file, and then exited the room, proceeding to his office with Mason.
Nearly an hour elapsed before Mason summoned him back to the room, where she was prepared, seated beside her, and elucidated the procedure to her. It was rather straightforward: formally disavow the man and utilise the ceremonial blade to extract his blood from hers. He sensed Hudson advance to make the inquiry, as her Alpha, and she beamed at his wolf, which nearly erupted with joy, winking at her to convey his satisfaction with her smile. Caelan suppressed the purring sensation within and then enquired if she wished to terminate her blood bond with John. She responded without any hesitation.
A solitary drop of blood oozed from the laceration on her hand, which he removed with a tissue from the bedside table. He observed her and enquired about her feelings, as she immediately emitted a distinct scent to him.
All remnants of John within her had vanished, and her fragrance altered accordingly. Although she claimed to feel no different. He was aware that it had succeeded.
It was peculiar that she experienced no emotions whatsoever.
She had not experienced any sensation when she severed their Mate Bond either. He observed the mark incinerate from her neck, and she did not even flinch. Upon accepting her rejection, he experienced a sensation akin to the gradual peeling of the skin on his neck, layer by layer, with a searing knife, inflicting him with profound agony. Unlike her swift pain, which subsided in under a minute, his torment persisted for hours.
As he was about to exit the room, she addressed him by name. He appreciated it when she referred to him as Caelan; it sounded pleasant when uttered by her. Contemplated whether he should require everyone to address him as Caelan Ley, permitting only her to call him Caelan. Enquired about her current identity, given that she is no longer a Clinton.
He contemplated it, “What is ours?” Hudson had retorted. “I suppose it is a Caldwell.” He then exited the room. Daisy Caldwell; he had never disclosed his name to her during their Mating, but he ought to have done so.
“Alpha, you may wish to proceed to the cells.”
An unusual situation is occurring with your detainee. It was his sentinel, Howard.
