Daisy elevated her feet from the ground, and a surge of relief enveloped her as the pain began to subside. She was merely attempting to inhale. She heard the staff summoning paramedics and raised her hand to signal them. She began to feel improved; she wished to avoid causing concern or seeking medical assistance for herself, as she was not human.
She sat gazing at the ground, biting her lip; the pain intensified only when she made contact with the surface. Closing her eyes, she attempted to breathe and uttered, ‘I forbid you.’ Caelan’s voice abruptly resonated within her consciousness. He was unable to do that. He could not prohibit it and did not accept her vow until after he had made that statement. It certainly was not that; it could not be.
Daisy gradually placed her feet back on the ground, and immediately, pain surged through them; she promptly lifted them again, resulting in a subsequent alleviation of discomfort. How is this possible? Clearly, when he conveyed that to her, he intended it as an Alpha’s directive. Although he had not yet accepted her vow, he had been inaugurated as the Alpha of her pack. It would endure.
Daisy remained seated, as she still needed to pass through customs. How could she stand and wait in queue? When mere contact with the ground induced her pain. She could not depart from this country without first passing through customs and being physically present in the country. She could not remain here and had to depart. A choice in the matter was not forthcoming.
She needed to traverse from arrivals to departures to purchase a ticket for international travel, necessitating continuous standing, walking and likely running, while waiting in queue for tickets and subsequently for boarding the earliest available flight. Deity awaiting security inspections. This was a harrowing experience.
She faced impending agony, seemingly for hours, yet what alternative did she possess? She could not remain seated on this chair appearing deranged. Eventually, she would have to rise, or they would compel her to do so. She would wait until the plane was completely vacated and the majority had cleared customs. She would rise only then. She was able to perceive the line from this location. This constituted a genuine living nightmare, and she was powerless to alter the situation.
Did Caelan genuinely mean every word he uttered?
By calling him to request the withdrawal of his order, he would realise she had defied him, was indeed present in Ottawa, Canada, and would likely be even more incensed with her. She could contact Mason, she presumed, yet the same issue persisted. He must inform Caelan.
She was uncertain whether he would abandon her in anguish without concern or summon her for retribution for her defiance. It would probably be inconsequential that she was unaware it was a directive. One does not challenge their Alpha without facing repercussions.
She was unaware of her impending punishment and had not interacted with the man for a decade. Was unaware of his current disposition or his preferred methods of disciplining disobedient pack members. Had only observed him briefly while at home in the pack. He appeared equally enraged with her now as he had been during their mating. This was likely to exacerbate his irritation.
Daisy could only prepare for the impending pain, compelled to rise while enduring the excruciating sensations radiating through her legs and body. Disobeying an Alpha’s command was consistently agonising, tormenting, and could potentially be fatal, contingent upon the nature of the order issued and the act of defiance.
She successfully navigated customs, proficiently communicated in their language, and persuaded the officials that she was experiencing a severe migraine and required immediate rest in her flat, where she had medication for her condition.
Located the nearest seat beyond customs and settled down once more, elevating her feet off the ground, resting her head on her knees, and closing her eyes. She inhaled deeply and slowly, attempting to transcend the pain afflicting her body and to soothe herself. Soothing Amelia, who experienced discomfort with each step taken.
She could not endure two years here; it would ultimately be detrimental to her well-being long before that time elapsed. Remained seated in that chair until a significant portion of her pain diminished; it never fully dissipated, only lessened. She raised her head and contemplated the reactions of the airport patrons as she traversed the seating to reach her destination.
Daisy recognised that it would appear unfavourable and that the airport authorities would disapprove, attracting attention to her and potentially invoking security intervention; she pondered how she could justify her actions to them. Merely standing on the ground was causing her pain. She was unable to. Had there been a shifter present, she might have solicited assistance. Surveyed the surroundings and utilised her heightened olfactory senses, but detected nothing.
