How can she be present in this group and experience happiness at times? How could she smile directly at him? In what manner did she extend her forgiveness to him? He was unaware. He did not believe he merited her forgiveness, nor would he ever solicit it. He was accountable for his actions. He had mistreated her egregiously, and he was aware of it then as much as he is now.
His persistent anger at that time was fuelled by his stepmother’s incessant demands on him and his family. All the possessions she believed she and her daughters were entitled to, they desired everything, and she insisted upon it. A lakeside residence, notably a sinister mansion.
She provided cards for everyone, enabling them to shop freely and display their newfound status to her acquaintances. This action resulted in considerable resentment and a significant reduction in her friendships, attributable to her demeanour. She had ascended to a position of superiority once he had been paired with Daisy.
A new car for both her and John, followed by another new car a year later, despite no issues with the BMWs they had been driving. The future Luna’s mother insisted on having only new possessions, specifically demanding new Mercedes cars. He intended to run her over with her own car.
The day she entered his father’s office requesting a yacht she desired, 18 months into his Mate Bond with Daisy, and presented a picture of it on her phone, was utterly absurd. His family did not possess any type of sailboat. She had mentioned it nonchalantly, stating only fifty thousand.
His father had engaged in a dispute with her regarding the matter, and Caelan ultimately lost his composure when she once again threatened to report them to the Wolfen Council if they did not purchase it for her. He had lunged at her, with all of Hudson’s claws extended; had Cullen and his father not acted swiftly, he would likely have decapitated her. She fled the office in apprehension of him.
On that day, he ascended the stairs and commanded Daisy to explain her actions towards him, a request he had made previously, but it would be the final occasion. He had directed his fury towards her, his own Mate, as a result of his anger towards her stepmother’s avarice.
Whenever he was displeased with her family, he directed his ire towards her.
On that previous occasion, she was merely a girl, aged seventeen and a half, and he had inundated her with an overwhelming amount of Aura, compelling her to descend to the floor—a punishment reserved solely for those who had perpetrated genuine offences and refused to acknowledge them. Blood streamed from her nose; he had genuinely injured her that day; his ire was directed not at her, but rather at her foolish, avaricious, money-seeking stepmother.
Caelan instinctively understood that had Mason not arrived, he would have probably killed her, his own Mate. His anger was uncontrollable that day. She had not communicated with him since that day. He understood the reason, could not, and did not hold her accountable.
She had never requested anything from him. Except for his rejection. Something he could not provide her, lest her family bring him before the Wolfen council for retribution. She had never uttered a hurtful word to him, nor spoken ill of him to her friends, to his knowledge. She had not even declined his advances for s****l intimacy, and once their s****l relationship commenced, his desire for her became insatiable.
Their intense Mate Bond instigated a profound desire within him, compelling him to want her with such overwhelming force that he found it nearly impossible to restrain himself. For the initial two months of her presence in his room, he successfully disregarded his needs; each time he gazed at her, his mind was preoccupied with the day he awoke to discover he was Marked and Mated to her.
She had been frantically attempting to don her clothing, a girl he had been searching for alongside his Beta for four days. Witnessing her so battered and bloodied, with actual bite marks on multiple areas of her body, he could detect his own scent on her. He did not comprehend what had transpired. He gazed directly at her, the girl he had always envisioned as his closest friend Mate, battered and bloodied, bearing his Mark. Her wrists ached from silver. It was evident that she had been restrained, likely for the duration of her disappearance.
Caelan exhaled deeply and extended his hand to touch the vacant side of his bed. Hudson lamented internally. His wolf had been nearly unconscious upon awakening, too drowsy to perceive her condition, but he was fully alert by the time John entered his father’s office with her in tow. He recalled her appearance. It continued to haunt them both.
It was probable that, for the remainder of their lives, she never held him accountable for that day. Neither she nor he possessed any recollection of it. It may not have been him. However, it was exceedingly probable given his scent was pervasive on her. He consistently attributed blame to her, ensuring she never forgot it. What is the appropriate method for apologising for such an incident? He was oblivious and uncertain whether an apology would suffice.
