They exited the pack-house and proceeded to the location he had selected for her, which she appreciated as it would directly adjoin the woods. She could venture outdoors and explore, potentially garnering inspiration when not engaged in a formal contract.
I appreciate this location. He indicated the Alpha’s office windows from this location, stating, “Even while I am working, I can monitor you.”
“It’s not overly detrimental,” she conceded; however, if he could perceive her, then Caelan could as well. “Where is this stream and bridge?”“She enquired of him.”
He escorted her into the woods, a brief ten-minute walk, where a picturesque stone arch bridge spanned a stream. She smiled as she approached it; flowers adorned the banks on both sides, creating a picturesque scene, confirming his assertion. “Why do you bring all your female companions here, Mason?”She provoked him playfully. She recognised it as an exceptionally romantic location, particularly beneath a full moon and a sky adorned with shimmering stars.
He scoffed at her, saying, “No.” I prefer the lake. I assumed you would appreciate it, that is all.
She smiled, “It is pleasant.” “I suppose this location is adequate.” She nodded, envisioning herself perched on the bridge, sketching, and painting the bridge adorned with flowers along the bank. Both oil and watercolour, in that regard. It would appear aesthetically pleasing even when blanketed in snow during the depths of winter.
“Excellent, I will inform Caelan.”
What are the next steps? Your assignment has concluded.
I must still spend the afternoon with you. The weather is pleasant. Why do we not stroll and converse adequately?”
It was an enjoyable manner to pass the afternoon. They had a late lunch at one of the town’s cafes and circumnavigated the lake. Daisy observed that her family’s former residence was absent and enquired about its fate. He informed her that it ignited, accompanied by a shrug, and offered no further commentary on the matter.
They did not return to the pack house until dinner, and she felt at ease sitting with Mason during her meal.
Caelan arrived and took a seat at the opposite end of the table, accompanied by Lydia, which was expected. At that moment, it appeared the girl focused solely on him. She smiled at Daisy and enquired about the nature of her day.
“I effectively utilised the afternoon by irritating Mason.”
“Who is Mason?”“She inquired.”
“What?”“Oh, Joe here.” She had momentarily forgotten that she was the sole individual who referred to him as Mason. This was a unique aspect of their relationship, akin to how he was the only person who called her Daisy.
“Mason,” Lydia remarked to her Beta with a smile, “it’s charming.”
Mason stated curtly, frowning at her, “You will call me Joe.”
“Oh, will I?”She responded while reclining in her chair.
“Affirmative,” he retorted sharply. Daisy was somewhat taken aback by his tone. She was aware it was their custom, yet he had never previously admonished others regarding it.
“Lydia, only Daisy has the privilege of addressing him in that manner,” Caelan interjected, casting a stern look at them. “They share a…unique connection.”
“Oh,” Lydia remarked, shifting her gaze from Daisy to Mason, and smiled, “Oh!”She chuckled, “I see.” Daisy was sceptical; it was not the case at all, yet she refrained from correcting the woman, as did Mason and Caelan. It was common for individuals to speculate about a deeper connection between her and Mason. Even during her school years, observers remarked on their close relationship, and she frequently overheard comments suggesting that she and Mason would ultimately become mates.
She had never interacted with him in that manner or regarded him in such a way. She questioned whether he regarded her in that manner; they were merely very close. They shared an undeniable bond, and she believed she trusted him entirely.
Daisy dismissed it and focused on the future Luna of her pack. She engaged in conversation with everyone, having risen and departed from the table to interact with others, as Daisy observed she was acquainted with nearly all.
Contemplated the duration of her presence within the pack. If she were Caelan’s mate, why had he not marked her yet?
Speculated whether a Mating Alliance existed that was inhibiting him from proceeding until a designated time. She believed it was feasible.
The woman appeared to be exceptionally amiable, a cheerful and smiling individual, in stark contrast to Caelan himself, she reflected. The man never smiled, as even his father had informed her. For Lydia to exhibit such consistent happiness, he must possess a markedly different persona in private.
Daisy abruptly remarked to Caelan, “I like her. You have acquired a commendable Luna.” She smiled directly at him, and the pack appeared to appreciate the woman as well. That was also beneficial.
Caelan was gazing at her intently, with narrowed eyes, as if he were perplexed by her statement. She was merely attempting to convey her genuine happiness for him.
She then stood up, having completed her meal. “I am departing; have a pleasant evening,” she remarked to both of them.
Lydia waved back with a smile before exiting the dining room and proceeding to her room.
She selected a location for her art studio and, per her contract, was permitted to influence its design. Given that the contract would be upheld, she decided to proceed with draughting a design that appealed to her.
