He nodded and walked away, then paused approximately four steps later to turn back and gaze directly at Mason, a subtle frown adorning his features. All Gamma, Mason observed, “She is distinct, Joe.” I am uncertain. I felt distinct this morning, unlike the previous day. Something.
“You acknowledge that her connection to John has been terminated, correct?”
“Affirmative, however.”
“That is the distinction, Alex.” He is not her biological father.
The man’s eyes widened in astonishment. “What?””
“She is not his biological child.” Upon the severance of the bond with him, her scent changed immediately.” MASON acknowledged, recognising the necessity for the man to be informed, given his status as Gamma.
“Whose child is she?””
Your conjecture holds equal validity to that of others. An orphan as indicated in her file.
“I require that file, Joe,” Alex asserted, appearing irritated at being excluded from the information.
<text”The moment he ceases to be insufferable,” he remarked over his shoulder.
Mason nodded in agreement; he could not refute the Gamma. He had his own requirements regarding a Luna—any Luna, whether past, present, or future—if they were affiliated with this pack, he felt a connection to them. He resented being uninformed about her; she remained Luna Ranked.
Mason turned to observe his mother and sisters approaching the pack-house. He requested a moment of her time, but she replied that she was occupied. He was aware of her schedule and knew she had completed her training until after school dismissed.
Informing Daisy that Caelan had observed her train and would disapprove, she remained indifferent, as he understood the reason; devoid of the blood bond to John, she would resemble her biological parents more closely, and her authentic nature would begin to manifest, potentially leading to significant complications. Alpha females may prove to be quite demanding.
Daisy, exhibiting considerable defiance and aggression, had only recently embraced this aspect of her identity, which had been repressed by John’s blood within her system for an extended period. The woman was likely to erupt at some juncture, and it was probably Caelan who provoked her. No one could prevent the fight once it commenced.
Perhaps his mother, but he had not yet had the opportunity to discuss Daisy and the events outside the cells with her; his primary concern had been her well-being regarding her separation from John, as Caelan had also been focused solely on that matter.
He ascended the stairs after his mother, as they needed to converse and she was available. She pursued him and forcefully entered his parents’ suite. “Leave, Joe,” she commanded sharply, preempting any response from him.
“No,” he retorted sharply, disapproving of her tone, “Am I correct?”He enquired directly. She turned and gazed directly at him, her expression reflecting more than mere anger at his question, yet she remained silent.
If you do not respond to me. “I will summon Caelan to extract it from you,” he growled directly at her.
She gazed at him as he noticed his sisters entering the room, drawn by the sound of his anger, curious about the situation, as it was uncharacteristic for him to exhibit such emotions towards anyone. They both stood, alternating their gaze between him and their mother. He observed his mother’s gaze shift towards them and then return to him before she proceeded to walk away.
A confirmation will suffice. Mason declared resolutely, “I will proceed, irrespective of who is present in this room.” He sought a definitive answer to his inquiry.
The anguish in her eyes when they confronted him inflicted a profound pain within him; he recognised that acknowledging the truth would be excruciating for her, yet it was imperative that he heard it. They may address it at a later time.
Mason sensed his father’s rapid approach through their familial connection, perceiving his companion’s suffering and distress, Mason envisioned. He observed her glance towards the door, aware that she anticipated his arrival. Fear and panic emanated from her as she dreaded the possibility of him exposing her in front of everyone. Regardless of how this situation had unfolded, he was uncertain; he merely needed to hear her confession, while the remainder could be deferred to a later time.
“Mother,” he shouted as his father burst into the room.
“Yes,” she whispered before hastily exiting the room. His father glanced between him and his departing mate, then at the girls, who both indicated the master bedroom. He shot a glare at Joe before pursuing his mate and shutting the bedroom door behind him.
Mason’s heart ached for her, yet he felt powerless; he turned and exited the suite, muttering, “Dammit.” He had anticipated this outcome, though he could not comprehend how it had come to pass. He stormed off to his room and leaned against the door after closing it.
Daisy was his younger half-sister, and the truth had finally been revealed. He was unaware of her father’s identity and doubted that his mother would be inclined to discuss it. Mason was certain it was not his father. She would never relinquish a child to her own Mate.
Mason was aware that she had been absent for a two-year duration, from when he was two to four years old, although he had no recollection of that time. He understood that everyone believed she had perished after mysteriously disappearing while shopping one day, and his father’s mark had completely vanished, serving as evidence of her death. He was aware that his father and most of the pack had searched extensively for her.
The Royal Family also searched for her remains. Even the unsettling seers had been unable to locate her; she had simply vanished, no longer existing. Two years later, she collapsed at the pack’s northern border, exuding the scent of a rogue, yet the patrolman immediately identified her. As she gazed up at him, she implored for her Mate to approach the border.
Mason was unaware of further details, only that it occurred after Daisy joined the pack and her blood bonded with John; he rubbed his hands over his face. His mother was able to halt Daisy not due to her royal status, but because she intervened as a maternal figure; unbeknownst to Daisy, a latent connection persisted within her. Would likely perpetually engage in.
He had observed the manner in which Daisy gazed at her, as if in a trance; he could not remember a single instance of interaction between the two.
Had his mother always been aware, or had she only recently discerned it? All enquiries he needed to pose to her, contingent upon her readiness and willingness to engage in conversation, should she ever be inclined to do so.
She may very well be the reason she was present at the cells that day. To possess a fragment of John, for inflicting harm upon her child. Mason closed his eyes, attempting to recall the last instance she had responded to Daisy.
He scowled while contemplating; his mother was exceedingly protective of her offspring, and each child was required to be introduced to the royal family upon the manifestation of their wolf, which also necessitated presentation. Subsequently, when they reached the age of 18. He trembled with revulsion; he despised it.
Ominous seers consistently observed him, causing significant discomfort.
Indeed, he recognised that this was the reason his mother had departed from the royal palace to seek her true mate. The seers had observed him and informed her parents, the king and queen, who were displeased with her union to a Beta from outside the royal kingdom. Consequently, they had devised a plan to arrange her mating with another wolf, presumably to form a mating alliance. An Alpha male, more robust and better suited to their Viking culture.
