She was aware of the existence of shifter packs in Canada. Kitsune originated in Canada. Not that she had ever encountered one. Now, she would willingly seek assistance from any other shifter, as they would undoubtedly comprehend her predicament. Assist her.
There was nothing present; she detected no scent apart from that of humans. She had to rise and navigate to the departure area of the airport to secure a ticket for the next available flight, irrespective of its destination. Any location would suffice at this juncture; the specific country was inconsequential, provided it was not the one Caelan had prohibited her from entering.
She inhaled deeply, clenched her teeth, and exited the arrivals area. After obtaining directions to departures, she hurried there as swiftly as possible, unconcerned about others witnessing her reliance on Amelia to expedite their transit. She ascended onto a chair, tears cascading down her face.
She dismissed her thoughts and attempted to regain composure; the situation was deteriorating, and even sitting there induced discomfort. “I am attempting to depart,” she reassured herself, striving to persuade the segment of her mind bound by her Alpha’s command, the part of her that remained tethered to him and upheld the directive. She was attempting to adhere to the directive, eager to comply in order to alleviate the situation and provide respite for herself and Amelia.
It was ineffective; Amelia had withdrawn to the recesses of her mind, unable to endure the anguish any longer. Daisy permitted her, contemplating the acquisition of a silver accessory. It would sever her connection to Clover, potentially alleviating her suffering. Indeed, it would incinerate her epidermis and probably result in a scar. She possessed existing scars, thus she was capable of enduring that. Amelia was the one she needed to safeguard now. Her wolf had endured numerous challenges throughout their existence. She would not inflict her suffering. She would sever the connection to liberate her from this predicament.
“Execute it,” Amelia silently implored.
First, locate a flight. She needed to enter the airport to access the shops, glanced at the board, noting the next flight to Canada. Activated her phone and logged into a travel application to make a reservation. Only a limited number of seats remain, all in first class; I had to proceed, expending a substantial amount of money for it. The sole priority was to escape the constraints of her Alpha’s Order.
Acquired her ticket and proceeded to the gate. Only one hour remained until departure. She hurried to the gate, noticed a jewellery store, paused to purchase a silver bracelet, and donned it, nearly crying out in pain. The pain was excruciating and exacerbated her existing discomfort, yet within a minute, Amelia became detached from her and was unable to perceive her suffering. More advantageous for her wolf.
Proceeding to the terminal, I could no longer utilise Amelia’s speed and had to traverse at a standard pace; it was located at the opposite end of the airport. By the time she arrived, boarding had commenced. Nevertheless, she was required to queue and await her turn. Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, she sprinted to the nearest bin and expelled the contents of her stomach. Trembling, she clutched the bin, as the situation became increasingly unbearable.
If she were to lose consciousness here, she would miss her flight and likely be taken to a nearby hospital, which would be of no assistance to her. The duration of her confinement under his command, coupled with the physical strain, could jeopardise her survival. She began to perspire and observed that her skin felt damp throughout.
Returned to the queue for her flight, which was now shorter. The stewardess regarded her with a questioning expression. They preferred not to have an ill individual on their flight. “Morning sickness,” she asserted; it would account for the abrupt vomiting and nausea she was experiencing, as well as her pallid complexion and present clamminess.
Fortunately, they accepted her account, permitting her to board. She settled into her first-class seat, experiencing a gradual alleviation of pain. She requested a bottle of water and a sick bag as a precaution, then inhaled deeply and exhaled, closing her eyes. Once the plane ascended, she began to feel an improvement.
Removed the silver bracelet after the pain had completely subsided, discarded it into the pocket of the chair before her, a regrettable expenditure, yet she would not retrieve it to take with her. Abandon it there. Another fortunate individual might discover it and assert ownership.
Amelia took approximately 10 minutes to return after the bracelet was removed. A burn mark encircled her wrist, complementing the existing scars from when she was 16; it would ultimately blend in once it healed.
Her enduring reminder that she had been abducted and had spent four days in silver restraints before awakening beside Caelan. Resisted the impulse to rub it, which would exacerbate the discomfort she felt.
How would she articulate this to her new employer? She was unaware! How would she articulate it to the gallery proprietor? who was hosting her art exhibition, that she could no longer participate in the exhibition herself. She was also unaware. How was she expected to manage her flat and all her belongings as well?
One Alpha Order resulted in her life being utterly chaotic. Caelan probably remained unaware of his actions. Who could ascertain whether he was aware of the contract she had established with his father? It was probable; however, why had he prohibited her? If he were aware of the situation. Didn’t that imply that he also needed to approve it? What prompted his abrupt change of mind?
During the six and a half hour journey to Canada, she had ample time for contemplation; however, numerous aspects remained inexplicable. Perhaps she should contact Alpha Ronan to elucidate her thoughts. He was the individual who had sanctioned this. Thus, he might be able to rectify it. She was unequivocally certain that she would not contact Caelan.
