She exited the vehicle and smiled at him, “Mason.” He lifted her off the ground and embraced her tightly, and she reciprocated the hug. “You have grown significantly,” she chuckled.
“You are a welcome vision, Daisy,” he chuckled in response before setting her down. “Allow me to observe you now.”
Daisy pivoted to face him and smiled as he signalled for her to rotate again. She complied, prompting him to laugh once more, “That’s my good girl.”
“I am no longer a girl,” she jested.
“I comprehend that.” “It turned out lovely as well,” he remarked, reaching over to flick her long, cinnamon-brown hair with his finger. “Allow your hair to grow as well.” It is suitable for you.
“Thank you.”
“What is that?”He frowned, slightly tilting his head to the left, seized a handful of her hair, and turned her head to examine the right side of her neck.
“Ah, my tattoo,” she remarked with a smile directed at him.
“You have blemished your fair skin,” he remarked with a frown.
“It is art.” I created it independently. It is Amelia.
“Hmm,” he released her hair at last. “It may be advisable to prevent Caelan from viewing that, Daisy; he is likely to disapprove.”
“What is his motivation for caring?”She scowled at Mason.
He shrugged, stating, “The man simply does not appreciate tattoos.”
“That is his issue, not mine.” “It’s not as if he will be observing,” she remarked with a shrug.
“Alpha Ronan instructed me to escort you directly to his office.”
“Very well,” she acknowledged.
Mason repositioned her hair to conceal her neck once more and then gazed directly at her. “Caelan is inside, Daisy.” He gazed at her for a moment.
“Whatever it may be, Mason, it is acceptable,” she informed him.
“Accompanied by a female companion.” “I thought you might appreciate the advance notice,” he informed her. She observed concern in his pale grey eyes.
“That is acceptable, Mason. I am pleased that he is content and has discovered his Mate,” she smiled, genuinely delighted for him.
“Proceed in this direction,” he affirmed.
“Wait.” She turned to her vehicle and retrieved the gift she had purchased for Caelan. Ultimately, it was his birthday. She could not arrive without a gift. Mason raised an eyebrow at her but remained silent.
She was escorted into the Alpha’s office. Alpha Ronan sat behind his desk, smiling at her, to which she responded with a smile, saying, “Alpha.”
“It is a pleasure to see you again, Daisy.” What do you possess there?“He inquired.”
“A birthday present for Caelan,” she informed him, maintaining her smile.
Her gaze shifted to the individual in question, Caelan Caldwell, who stood at 6 feet 6 inches, nearly a full foot taller than her 5 feet 10 inches. She gazed at him, her former Mate, positioned to the right of his father’s desk. His dark green eyes were fixed on her grey ones; he was attired in dark grey slacks and a light grey button-down shirt, which complemented him well. His expression was devoid of a smile; he appeared impassive, she contemplated. She gazed up at him with an authentic smile.
“Greetings, Caelan.” It had been a decade since she had last seen or spoken to him. He remained silent as she approached him. “Happy birthday,” she extended the gift she had acquired for him. His gaze shifted towards it, yet he refrained from taking it. Daisy contemplated her dissatisfaction with being present.
Place the gift adjacent to his father’s desk. I will leave it here for you. “If you do not desire it, that is acceptable; you may dispose of it.” Her gaze shifted to the exquisite woman on his arm. She smiled at her and extended her hand, stating, “Nice to meet you, I’m Daisy.”
Greetings. “I am Lydia,” she replied with a smile. Exhibited a notably amiable demeanour.
“That is an attractive name,” they exchanged handshakes.
Daisy stepped back and observed them as a couple. He had ultimately discovered his Mate, and she was exquisite. “You both appear quite well-suited for one another.” “I would be delighted to photograph you,” she proposed. She kept her camera in her suitcase, never departing without it.
“I would greatly appreciate that.” Caelan, my dear, what is your opinion?Lydia tilted her smiling face upward towards him; she was over a foot shorter, creating an appealing image of him as her protector.
Caelan, however, remained silent, yet his impassive expression transformed into a frown. Remarkably, he had not altered significantly. Despite his recent haircut, both sides of his head were shaved, and his dark blonde hair was styled back with hair gel. A novel appearance. She appreciated it; it complemented him, she mused absentmindedly, enhancing his imposing presence as an Alpha, she considered.
“Please inform me, Lydia,” she said, smiling at the woman who continued to gaze at Caelan with optimistic eyes. She redirected her gaze towards him, stating, “Congratulations, Caelan, on discovering your Mate,” and her sincerity was evident. Although it likely occurred recently, the girl had not yet been Marked by him.
“Alpha Ronan, did you wish to see me?”She redirected her focus to her Alpha.
“To ensure your arrival,” he declared, “you may proceed.” Mason will escort you to a room during your visit.
“Thank you, Alpha.” She inclined her head slightly and turned to Mason, smiling at him. “So, where will you place me?”She playfully mocked him as they exited the office.
