His Beta could be exceedingly viscous, much like Caelan himself, as it permeated. Mason would not tolerate anyone, including Caelan, causing harm to Daisy. However, what he observed today? It was entirely novel in his Beta. Caelan understood that it pertained to his lineage.
Mason’s mother was the youngest daughter of the ruling royal family.
Mason possessed alpha blood himself. His father, Jonathan, an exceptionally fortunate individual, and that woman, who deeply loved her Mate, had endured tremendous hardships, ultimately returning to him and desperately clinging to her Mate, a man who had believed her deceased for two years at one time.
All believed she was lost to them, including her family. She vanished without a trace, and Cullen’s mark had faded from his neck, signifying her demise. The man had been profoundly affected, enduring solely due to Mason’s care. At that time, he was two years old and did not even remember that his mother was missing. Too youthful.
After receiving ten lashes, John was now slumped from the chains, unable to endure any further punishment. The unfortunate individual was far from the conclusion of his ordeal.
Caelan observed Mason as he meticulously cleaned the whip, dried it and nonchalantly stored it, before proceeding to the washbasin outside the cell to cleanse his chest, arms and hands of the blood splatter. Caelan stated that blood remained on his face. He also washed that, then adjusted and observed John as he dried himself with a towel, examining his work.
“It is your turn, boss,” he gestured to the man suspended by his wrists, his tone still conveyed anger to Caelan.
Caelan shook his head, stating, “You appear to be thoroughly enjoying yourself, Joe. Moreover, you have yet to administer that punishment for his disrespect and dismissal.” “Proceed,” Caelan refrained from interrupting the man. He was effectively administering punishment to John.
Mason glanced at Caelan, an eyebrow arched in inquiry. “There may be nothing remaining for you to surpass Alpha.”
“Mm, it may not be.” Caelan conceded with a nod, detached himself from the wall, approached John, seized a handful of the man’s hair, and elevated his drooping head to meet his gaze, scrutinising his brown eyes. They were consumed by anguish, “I vowed to Daisy.” “I would not impose punishment upon him,” he informed Mason, simultaneously indicating to John that this was the sole factor preserving him from his own Alpha’s authority at that moment.
“Are you truly going to uphold that promise?” Supervisor!Mason enquired, incredulous about what he had just heard.
“Indeed, I shall honour Daisy’s wishes.” He glanced at Mason, a smile gracing his features. “You, however, did not make any promises to her, I presume.”
Mason nodded, indicating his denial.
Caelan turned to John, stating, “You ought to show respect for your daughter as well.” If you ever touch her again, you will probably not endure the consequences.
“You are in no position to speak,” he retorted, “considering your actions towards her.”
Hudson glared at him, eager for confrontation at that moment. Caelan possessed no recollection of that day, nor did his Wolf, as they had been administered a substance to erase their memories. Hudson would never harm her, and he disapproved of the suggestion. “No, Hudson,” Caelan admonished his wolf. “Amelia will be displeased with you; do you desire that outcome?””
Caelan sensed Hudson retreating mentally, yet he did not distance himself significantly.
He desired to decapitate the man for the harm he had caused Amelia, yet it was evident to Caelan that Daisy had been safeguarding her father. They were unable to terminate him. It would cause her pain. It was the sole card Caelan could utilise with his wolf, and it appeared to be effective.
Caelan retreated and observed Mason, stating, “You may thrash him to the brink of his insignificant existence,” before resuming his study against the wall.
Mason relentlessly assaulted the man, delivering blow after blow until he was bruised and barely recognisable, unconscious and suspended from the ceiling.
“Eliminate him,” Caelan asserted. “Allow him to recuperate and reinstate him to duty the moment he is able to ambulate, irrespective of his remaining injuries.” There are still two days remaining here.
“Affirmative, sir,” his entire unit responded collectively as Caelan exited the cells and proceeded towards the pack-house.
He proceeded directly to Daisy’s room and opened the door, which was not locked again. He nodded in negation as he entered the room.
She lay asleep in her bed, momentarily secure from her father. He was unaware of the situation concerning John, which displeased him; however, the individual was currently incarcerated for a minimum of two days, contingent upon Wesson’s speed and efficacy in facilitating the man’s recovery.
Her lengthy hair was secured behind her on the pillow, unobtrusive during her slumber, and she was draped in a sheet. He could not observe her injuries closely, yet he recognised the appearance of a wolf bite. She did not desire her father to be punished for his actions towards her, yet how could he escape consequence? She possessed sufficient scars and trauma in her life; she required no additional burdens.
That wretch’s wolf had assaulted her, but for what purpose? They had not discovered. It may have indeed been an accident, as both had asserted; despite Mason’s punishment of ten lashes with the Cat, he still failed to address the question of his actions, maintaining his narrative that Wesson had been startled and did not recognise her.
Caelan observed her slumbering serenely in her bed and contemplated whether she was aware of the true reason. Despite her melancholic and subdued demeanour, Caelan harboured doubts. Could he persuade her to discuss it with him? Unlikely… She would not even relinquish her father to Mason, which in itself was highly indicative.
Caelan exhaled, contemplating his course of action regarding her. He exited the room as silently as he had entered, yet engaged the lock on the back of the door handle prior to gently closing the door. He returned to his office to document the crimes and the corresponding punishment, contemplating his report and pondering how long it would be before John’s Mate enquired about it. Had she possessed the audacity to? John was required to remain in the cells for several days as part of his punishment, and he would endure the entirety of the consequences.
Rose did not approach him with enquiries. Did he ever visit the cells to enquire about her mate? She was prohibited from seeing him. Visitation of prisoners was prohibited, constituting an additional aspect of the punishment. John was fortunate that Daisy did not desire the man’s demise at that moment.
The man was fortunate to possess a loving and forgiving child, yet Caelan remained astonished by her remarkable capacity for forgiveness. He observed that when she conversed with him, there was never any animosity directed at him regarding their history. His treatment of her. It appeared that she had genuinely absolved him of his actions. He was unaware of how.
He was perplexed by her complete recovery but appreciated her current state of health, both mentally and physically. It truly complemented her, and he appreciated witnessing her smile. He never allowed himself to reveal. How could he experience happiness, even if she genuinely was?
Excessive distance exists between them. Indelible memories etched into his consciousness remained unforgettable. Nor was he capable of forgiveness. Everything about her tormented him. Experiences he could not forget or reverse, actions he could not even remember performing, yet was aware he had done. Shut his eyes, inhaled deeply, and suppressed the memories. That was all he was capable of doing.
