Caelan was fatigued upon their arrival in Olympia. Mason returned them to the pack, having obtained a sufficient amount of rest; even Daisy appeared capable of resuming slumber after her performance, which she continued to uphold at this juncture. What is the reason? He was oblivious.
Conversely, Caelan had not managed to sleep at all; despite his efforts, he found himself unable to do so, even attempting to lie in bed for a period, but to no avail. Hudson evidently desired to be present with them. Caelan was compelled to return, being informed, ‘you walk or I will leave us.’ Consequently, he rose and went back outside. Hudson appeared to be quite irritating at times.
MASON parked his vehicle in Caelan’s garage, and they all exited. Daisy remained outside the garage as MASON closed it, seemingly uncertain of her next move. Caelan noted that she, in fact, had no place to stay at that moment. Recently returned to the pack without being assigned housing.
“Joe, escort her back to the ground floor.”
“Certainly, Caelan.”
“Daisy,” Caelan gazed directly at her, a part of him sincerely wished she was not still adorned in that exquisite, yet bloodied dress. She pivoted and gazed directly at him. He had no genuine alternative; he exuded Alpha dominance, his voice reflecting complete authority. “You shall not depart from this pack again.” In the absence of my consent. Am I being clear?”
“Affirmative, Alpha,” she replied, though her tone lacked enthusiasm. “Very well, proceed to your quarters,” he instructed. He turned and walked away from her, stating, “Same room as before, Joe.” Caelan directed his remark at his Beta, who should certainly be aware of her location, and his Beta would not be assigning her to a room with a balcony. End of statement.
Caelan departed, allowing the two to proceed independently. He was exceedingly fatigued and could do nothing but retire to his bed for rest.
He neglected to shower, simply removed all his clothing and ascended into his bed. Lydia, in her astonishment, reportedly cursed at him.
Subsequently, she growled at him for his prolonged absence.
“Silence, I am fatigued,” he retorted, only to immediately hear her complain in response to his remark.
Exhausted, he averted his gaze and shut his eyes as she persisted in her whimpering. He extended his arm and drew her close, prompting her to cease speaking and nestle against him. Express gratitude to the goddess.
Awoke to Lydia’s hand stimulating him; he gazed directly at her, and she smiled, evidently having moved past her earlier tantrum. He seized her head and directed it towards his erect p***s. She was aware of the appropriate course of action. Caelan shut his eyes and permitted her. He was entirely unconcerned; it was an excellent method to awaken.
“Caelan,” she paused and gazed up at him.
He discerned her desires from her tone, drew her against him, kissed her passionately, then turned her over and satisfied her preferences with intensity and speed, before reclining beside her on the bed. I listened to her; her breathing became calm in under two minutes, and her scent of arousal was already dissipating. Exhaled internally, rose from bed, and proceeded to the shower.
“Do you desire my accompaniment?”He perceived her inquiry.
Caelan halted and regarded her with an arched eyebrow. Her arousal had dissipated, as he discerned.
“Do you wish to proceed once more?”“He inquired.”
“Indeed, I found it enjoyable,” she replied with a smile.
Caelan gestured for her to enter the toilet before him. Why not, he contemplated. She smiled at him, appearing content, with her attractive features: blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well-proportioned physique, complemented by her firm posterior, a result of her diligent squats and lunges. Beneficial for her; that consistently provided assistance. He fully intended to instruct her to stimulate herself until she was aroused, aware that this would excite him, after which he would reposition her and engage in intercourse thoroughly.
Caelan leisurely descended to procure breakfast; it was late morning, and most had already dined. He retrieved his meal to consume in his office, only to discover his father seated in his chair. “I heard you had returned,” he remarked.
“What are your current activities?”Caelan enquired.
“Clean up your mess, son,” his father instructed tersely.
“What disorder?”Caelan had not been present.
How had he generated such a disarray?
“Daisy’s contract, naturally,” his father’s gaze fixed upon him, “will incur a substantial expense.”
Caelan furrowed his brow, “What are you referring to?” I rendered her contract null and void. It incurred no expense for me.
“Hmm,” his father acknowledged, “But son, have you considered the flat she possessed in Ontario?” What is the status of the job contract she held in Ontario? Or the art exhibition she held there as well?He was reclined in the chair, gazing at him intently.
The response was ‘no,’ a fact known not only to Caelan but also to his father. He scowled.
“No, I suppose not.”
“Caelan, I have been managing calls while you were engaged in your own endeavour to retrieve her.” Are you interested in understanding the extent of the damage, or are you indifferent?”
Caelan sighed, aware of the knowledge he wished to avoid. He realised that his father would disclose the information regardless. He was present to emphasise a particular argument regarding it. “Proceed; it surely cannot be that severe.”
He observed his father lean forward in the chair, resting both arms on the desk, and fixating his gaze upon him, stating, “Financially, nothing for the pack.”
