“What are you observing?”Mason’s voice prompted Daisy to turn and gaze directly at him, a smile gracing her lips as he leaned against the wall beside her. “I remember those days,” she remarked, gesturing towards the boys and girls she had been observing.
“Are you aware?””
“Indeed, I remember your once lanky physique, which has now transformed,” she jested.
Mason laughed, “I was never thin.”
No, he had not always been muscular; the man had trained throughout his life for this role. Even without his wolf, Lark—a large black wolf reminiscent of an Alpha—he bore a distinctive white crescent-shaped mark on his chest, indicative of his lineage. His mother’s wolf and all his sisters possessed similar markings. Demonstrated their royal lineage.
“No, you were a diminutive figure, if memory serves.” She chuckled and evaded the hand he attempted to strike her with.
“Daisy squeak, indeed.”
Daisy directed her camera towards him. “Exhibit that posterior… I am confident… I could profit significantly from it.”
He smiled while shaking his head at her.
“Never.”
“Are you a virgin, Mason?” “All timid regarding your posterior.” She was aware he was not; the man could attract anyone he desired. Not only was he the pack’s unmated Beta, but he was also a prince in his own right, though he had never asserted this status and seemed indifferent to it, as far as she remembered. However, his mother was the youngest princess of the royal lineage. Although never in succession for the throne, it remained significant.
He scoffed, “You are aware that I am not Daisy.”
She was aware that he was not. All the girls had expressed admiration and anticipated his arrival as eagerly as they had for Caelan. It was improbable that he had altered during her absence from the pack, particularly as he appeared to have gained additional muscle mass.
Daisy stepped back, aimed her camera at him, and smiled, “Hey Mason, would you pose for me?” I conceived an idea for a calendar that would captivate all the she-wolves.
“Negative, Daisy.”
Oh, please. “I am confident that the revenue generated within a week of its release would fully cover the expenses of my art studio.”
He shook his head, stating, “No wolf will acquiesce to that.”
“What is the reason for not proceeding?” “The girls will be quite flustered,” she jested. “eager for you to engage with them.”
No companion would permit it; that is the reason. All of them are possessive creatures.
“Killjoy, you possess a divine physique, which is being squandered.”
“Focus your gaze here, Daisy,” he remarked, “I am merely observing as a photographer.”
I am optimistic. Refrain from gazing at my possessions; I have a companion located elsewhere.
“Me too,” she grinned. “I would pose,” she teased him, her tone suggesting she would do so unclothed.
He also comprehended her significance. He was scowling at her, and she understood the reason. He served as the pack Beta, and his Alpha, Caelan, would never permit it. The man had never desired anyone to witness her unclothed. She stated it solely because she had observed Caelan through her camera lens, emerging from the pack-house.
He was undoubtedly searching for Mason, as they were invariably together. No developments had occurred in that regard during her absence. Caelan’s gaze had shifted towards them; she was aware he would perceive her remark. Intended to irritate him.
Daisy!”
“Indeed, I am aware.” “No man is permitted to touch me,” she remarked, rolling her eyes, her tone saturated with sarcasm; however, as she spoke, another thought crossed her mind. No man was ever permitted to make contact with her… hmm. There may be a loophole present.
“I shall converse with him once more,” he scowled.
“Once more?”She emitted a snort and subsequently extended her hand to lightly touch his arm. He immediately extracted it from her. “Do not disturb Mason”; her touch elicited no pain, which was intriguing. However, let us further irritate that individual; he seeks to impose an alpha hierarchy upon me, and I shall provoke him at every opportunity.
There are numerous she-wolves with whom I can engage.
“Girls touching me is not an issue,” she smirked at him, unaware that Caelan was standing nearby, likely overhearing every word she uttered, though she was cognisant of this fact. Mason’s expression was invaluable, and she captured a photograph of it. His eyes were widened, and his mouth formed a shocked “Oh.”
“That is not amusing, Daisy.”
“What?” I can envision myself with a girl, or possibly two. “I surmise their touch would be entirely soft and sensual.” She lowered her voice to a smooth, alluring tone for the concluding phrase. It was the loophole she had previously contemplated, but now she had discovered another, a more enjoyable one.
“Daisy, that is sufficient,” he retorted.
“What?”She emitted a laugh.
“Exercise prudence.”
“Oh,” she shook her head. “Fine,” she rolled her eyes and leaned back against the pack-house beside him. “I don’t require another partner; I experience ample pleasure independently,” she smirked. “I can saturate my own sheets on certain nights, or mornings—indeed, even in the afternoons at times…” she sighed, her tone dreamy. “I can exhaust myself entirely on my own.” She smiled at him. Indeed, her intense shivers could be so overwhelming that they rendered her weak, and at times she stimulated herself to amplify the ecstasy.
She required neither a man nor a woman, and likely never would. The expression on his face indicated that he was glaring directly at her, suggesting she had provoked him. However, she found her own remarks thoroughly entertaining, particularly because he was oblivious to the veracity of her statements.
“I do not wish to hear you speak in that manner, Daisy.” Never. Are you able to hear me?He expressed his anger towards her with a harsh tone.
“Mason, why are you so prudish?”She raised an eyebrow, indicating she was not finished. “Who is to say I do not possess a drawer full of vibrators and s*x toys to assist me?”
“Enough,” he admonished her, his tone laced with warning. “Do not speak in that manner,” he remarked before turning and striding away from her.
Daisy permitted her gaze to trail after him, maintaining a smile, thoroughly pleased and entertained with herself. Caelan gazed directly at her; their eyes met briefly before she turned and departed, swaying her hips as she walked away, chuckling to herself. He appeared appropriately irritated to her. Excellent.
She not only irritated him but also discovered two loopholes in his Alpha Order: one allowed her to engage with a she-wolf without consequence, and intriguingly, she could touch a male wolf, provided he did not reciprocate.
That was indeed intriguing. I need to contemplate that further.
She had openly positioned herself and indicated that she had circumvented his directive.
An unplanned visit is likely to occur later; however, what else is new? Moreover, her canvas was obscured by a black drop cloth, ensuring that even if he intruded into her room, he would not discern its contents.
That was her sole concern at this moment. His irritation or fury regarding her remarks. What else is novel?
