Mason turned to him and remarked casually, “I’m checking on one of my sisters.” He exited the office, proceeded down the hall, ascended the stairs, and arrived at Daisy’s room, where the scent of Caelan lingered by her door, along with hers.
He closed his eyes, sighed, and departed; it appeared that those two would ultimately lead to his demise.
Proceeding to the Alpha bar, he required a strong drink following the arduous day he had endured. His Alpha and Daisy once more.
The man could not endure a mere week to claim the woman; how difficult was it to wait until she had the chance to detect his presence?
Caelan ought to be more discerning; he must not have marked the woman, or Mason would undoubtedly inflict severe punishment upon him. ‘You dare to interfere with my younger sister?’ he contemplated as he consumed an entire beer in one gulp, yet a smile gradually appeared on his face. Contemplating his younger sister genuinely brought him joy. He eagerly anticipated embracing her in a warm bear hug, a gesture of brotherly affection, though she would remain unaware of the underlying reason for his enthusiasm.
Daisy’s Perspective
She opened her eyes and groaned as her body resisted movement, aching all over. Bloody Hudson and Amelia, she thought absently, as she compelled herself to sit up. Daisy’s eyes widened abruptly, and she bit her lip as she recalled that Caelan had entered her room while she was shivering.
Daisy observed him gaze at her, first with shock and subsequently with burgeoning desire; she was certain that the intensity had intensified the moment he entered the room, and she was powerless to halt it.
The goddess observed him disrobe and remained passive, failing to utter a single refusal. Instead, she offered a prayer to the goddess, hoping that no one would discover his presence in her room or their impending actions, and she did not wish to halt the inevitable.
He placed a hand over her face; the manner in which he touched her was unprecedented, a gesture she had long desired throughout their connection. His touch had only ignited an intense yearning for him. The moment his hands made contact with her breasts, gliding over them, all she desired was to possess him. The goddess, feeling his touch on her moons, experienced an intense longing for him to fervently engage with her. It was an experience unlike any she had previously encountered.
I distinctly remember imploring him at one juncture. It had been an exceedingly long duration for her; indeed, Caelan was the last man, the sole man to have ever shared her bed.
She bit her lip once more, remembering his words; he had desired her, he had conveyed this to her, and had touched her with great intimacy. His touch elevated her to ecstasy, sending shivers coursing through her entire being.
She observed the tattered dress at the foot of the bed, which was solely Hudson’s, while the torn knickers on the floor by the wall belonged entirely to Caelan. She groaned, rose, and proceeded to the shower, attempting to suppress her thoughts regarding the matter.
Activated the hot water and stood beneath it, contemplating her next course of action. By what means would she encounter him? At least now she was aware that he and Lydia were not Mates, alleviating her concerns regarding potential anguish from his betrayal. He frowned; it is unsurprising that he had shown indifference when Hudson had mated with Amelia upon her first return to the pack, informing her that it was Hudson’s doing.
Issue… contemplated its true significance? It was evident that Hudson and Amelia remained deeply connected, having copulated extensively and repeatedly. Resulting in her body being thoroughly fatigued afterward.
Amelia was deeply asleep in her thoughts, seemingly fulfilled by Hudson; this was not unusual, as the two had always exhibited an intense dependence on one another, often uncontrollably from the outset. Daisy leaned against the wall, uncertain of how to address the situation.
Would Caelan be inclined to engage in a discussion about it? She was uncertain if she could confide in anyone, lacking a confidant, and felt unable to approach Rose, especially after their last encounter, during which she had been struck in the face. John was also prohibited from entry and confined in the cells. He continued to perceive himself as her father; however, she no longer maintained the affectionate bond with him, viewing him merely as a paternal figure who had been present in her life. It was peculiar to possess all those memories and emotions associated with him from her upbringing, yet now, when she contemplated him, he seemed more like an acquaintance.
How did she approach the discussion of such a matter, and with whom? She had engaged in s****l relations with her former partner, now her Alpha, and his wolf had mated with hers on multiple occasions. Could she even exit her room to confront him? Would he disregard the incident that had transpired? Ought she to disregard it?
The occurrence was likely precipitated by his shivers and his unannounced entry into her room at an inopportune moment; had he not intruded at that precise time, Daisy was convinced it would not have transpired.
This was a nightmare; she could not remain in her room indefinitely, and evading him was unfeasible, as he was the Alpha. Daisy was uncertain about his presence in her room, though it was probable that he had come to chastise her for her disobedience and enquiries earlier that morning.
After exiting the shower, she examined herself for any marks that required concealment; Hudson could be quite the nibbler, but Amelia was equally capable. She shook her head. Unexpectedly, there were none visible to her, which she deemed favourable. She dressed and then halted at the sight of her completely unveiled canvas, groaning.
Caelan could not have overlooked that while exiting her room, although she was unaware of his departure time. Her secret was revealed; the Luna had witnessed it, and now Caelan had as well. She surmised that there was no longer any purpose in concealing it.
She sank onto her bed and bit her lip; it was still early evening, and she was famished, having not eaten since breakfast. Along with Caelan and their wolves, she needed sustenance, as her body was yearning for carbohydrates. However, she did not feel entirely at ease traversing the pack-house to dine in the dining room, as Caelan would likely be present along with his entire unit; were they aware?
Did he inform anyone? Had he informed no one?
How did she-wolves manage such situations? She was aware that Alphas frequently engaged with she-wolves and then departed. She shook her head, acknowledging her complete lack of experience in this regard.
“Ella,” she extended her hand towards her nearest companion.
Greetings, Daisy. What is occurring?
Could you please come to my room? I require someone to converse with, the sole individual she could confide in, assured that she would not be judged.
“Certainly.”
“Would you be able to bring me some dinner?”
“Certainly,” she chuckled through the mental link. “Did Caelan impose restrictions on you following training?””
“No… I simply…”
“Please hold for a minute or two.” She terminated the connection.
