“Which Alpha would relinquish his Mate?”“
“Yours,” he declared monotonously.
It must have been a falsehood; she had previously been Mated to Caelan and was aware that he did not share, nor would he appreciate the extent of skin displayed by Lydia.
In that regard, Ella abruptly appeared beside her.
“What is happening, dear?””
Daisy indicated Lydia, prompting Ella to follow her gaze. “Ah, that.” “Caelan will not be concerned; do not trouble yourself about it,” she dismissed. “Shots!” she exclaimed, and a tray of them was set on the table. She placed one in her hand and conveyed it to her.
“Consume your beverage, woman; it is a girls’ night out. Let us indulge.”
Daisy consumed the shot alongside the other girls, without enquiring about its contents, and recoiled at the acrid flavour. “Arg.” gazed at Ella. “What was that?”“
“Wolfen prepared Absinthe, my friend; trust me, you will appreciate the effect shortly, and we shall have another.” Subsequently, she was calling for additional shots.
A second shot consumed, and it was evident that Daisy quickly experienced the intoxicating effects of the alcohol. Moments later, she was laughing and dancing on the dance floor with her friends. Unconcerned, she growled at the men who touched her; even incidental contact intensified her discomfort. However, she appeared more than jovial and remained indifferent after consuming her third drink. She clung to Ella and danced closely with her, while Ella showed no signs of discontent. The fog machine activated, creating a sultry ambiance. She consumed the subsequent shot that Ella placed in her hand, thoroughly enjoying herself, though her laughter and giggles rendered her nearly unable to stand.
She shrieked as the entire room abruptly inverted and began to spin, subsequently finding herself outside in the sweltering, humid night air; it was excessively hot. Her shirt was excessively warm against her skin, prompting her to attempt to remove it.
“What are you doing?””
Hmm, from where did that originate? She raised her head and gazed upward. It was peculiar; she experienced a sensation of movement despite not walking, could not perceive anyone, dismissed it, and attempted once more to remove her shirt, which was inexplicably adhered to something, resisting all her efforts to dislodge it.
“Cease that,” a gruff voice commanded.
Indeed! Oh Goddess, everything was whirling as she gazed upward to discern the source of the voice, feeling a wave of nausea overcome her. That was unpleasant, she reflected, as acid scorched her throat.
“Do not even consider it.”
Her stomach convulsed, and she expelled a considerable amount of vivid green liquid. “Argh, that is dreadful,” she murmured as the irritation in her throat endured.
Subsequently, she lost her balance and fell to the ground, remaining there while gazing at the stars above. She did not feel well.
Everything was rotating, and she experienced an unusual sensation of falling, which was perplexing since she was aware that she was lying on the ground.
How can one fall when already on the ground? “Arg,” she turned onto her stomach, experienced increased cramping in her abdomen, attempted to rise, but could only reach her knees, one hand instinctively moved to her mouth. She was on the verge of vomiting again.
“For the sake of the Goddess Daisy, compose yourself.”
Indeed! She rotated her head in both directions to identify the speaker, but the motion exacerbated her nausea, prompting her to lean forward and retch again. Ella intended to pay; one part of her found it amusing, while another did not.
She propelled herself forward and collapsed onto the ground, thinking, ‘Ah, forget it, I shall sleep right here.’ Suddenly, a face appeared directly in front of hers, causing her eyes to widen. “Wow, you’re close,” she remarked as she gazed into dark green eyes. I extended my arm and touched that face; it was in close proximity.
“Snap out of it.” The voice was exceedingly loud and conveyed intense anger.
However, all she could do was chuckle; it appeared exceedingly absurd. It was exceedingly loud to her ears. “The large face is excessively noisy.” She extended her hand, grasped the face, and compressed the mouth. “Hush, do not inform the Alpha; I will encounter significant repercussions.” She then resumed her laughter.
“Indeed, you are in trouble.” The large figure murmured to her.
“Silence.” “You are too loud; he can hear you,” she chuckled once more.
“Alpha is excessively uptight.” She placed her finger to her lips. “But shh, do not disclose that I mentioned it.”
Subsequently, she was inverted once more. “Do not vomit on me again.”
“I would never,” she retorted indignantly, followed by a yawn. “Will you assist me in retiring for the night?””
“Yes,” the voice responded, albeit in a tone that seemed quite irritable to her drowsy ears.
Caelan’s Perspective
Caelan devoted the subsequent two days to avoiding Daisy, immersing himself in the affairs of the pack to occupy his mind. Travelling to Olympia for negotiations regarding his new airline. Although he was discontented to depart from the pack, he was aware that Daisy was alone concurrently.
She had devoted the previous two days to painting in her room, according to all reports. MASON remarked that she appeared to be well, as if she had reverted to her previous state without any indication of disturbance.
Mason remarked that she was smiling and could enjoy his jokes, yet she had not enquired about John at all; with their blood bond severed, it seemed she no longer felt compelled to visit him. A beneficial aspect.
Caelan summoned his Elite warrior unit, subordinate to his Alpha Unit, commanded by one of his war generals, to monitor her. Directed them to ensure she never ventures out alone. She was permitted to traverse the pack freely, yet required a guard at all times. The men had gazed directly at him; only one had been foolish enough to enquire why. He raised an eyebrow at the man, who abruptly closed his mouth and apologised for questioning his Alpha’s directives.
He observed them; this was not explicitly within their responsibilities, yet he could direct them as he wished. “Her father attempted to murder her and insinuated that she would ultimately perish,” he remarked, prompting everyone to stand at attention.
His commander, Oliver, had acquiesced. “She will be secure with us, Alpha,” he asserted resolutely. Caelan knew she was part of a six-member unit. Oliver would ensure the effective management of his team. He repudiated them. Heard Oliver growl a man’s name as he shut the door, realising he was about to confront his subordinate for questioning their Alpha.
Allow him to manage the situation.
