The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 105

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 105**

**Aysel’s POV**

Fenrir stared at me, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. “But tonight’s performance is the only one the Moonspire Theater is hosting.” His voice carried a hint of desperation, as if he believed that the mere fact of the theater’s schedule could somehow dictate our actions.

In a world where vast territories sprawled out like a tapestry woven with ancient Pack alliances, the Moonspire was known for its strict adherence to order. They never allowed two shows to run simultaneously. The chaos that would ensue—too many wolves crammed into tight quarters, the potential for dominance fights erupting among Alphas and their followers—was a risk they simply could not afford.

Before I had the chance to formulate a response, a voice floated toward us, smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of venom, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Well, well. I’ve seen wolves fight over parents, money, even roles on stage… but fighting over who gets to visit the practice hall?”

It was Julia, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she emerged from the shadows of the theater’s archway. Her scent was a potent mix of sweat and self-satisfaction, a clear indication that she had just completed a vigorous sprint.

All eyes turned to her, drawn by the magnetism of her presence.

Julia—my delightful troublemaker from the chorus line—stood there, clad in her training leathers, leaning against a polished marble pillar, desperately trying to catch her breath. She must have bolted the moment she learned that Magnus and I were at the main entrance instead of sneaking through the VIP tunnels like usual.

She had arrived just in time to witness the Moonvale Pack’s blunders unfolding before her. And of course, she wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away; many of these wolves had made her life a living hell during rehearsals, their disdain evident under Celestine’s iron-fisted rule.

This was her chance to strike back, and no wolf with any pride would let such an opportunity pass without taking a bite.

The moment our eyes locked, she flashed me a grin, the kind that spoke volumes. She already understood the unspoken truth: I was her “mysterious investor,” her Alpha lurking in the shadows. And standing beside me was Rafe, the continent’s strongest Alpha, a figure who commanded respect and fear in equal measure.

It was precisely the kind of “coincidence” that would send ripples of unease through Celestine’s camp.

I smiled back, feeling a surge of warmth as I reached for the bouquet I had tucked under my arm, extending it toward her.

“Sorry, Julia. I won’t be able to attend tomorrow—my schedule is packed. So, I thought I’d drop by today for an early visit. Wishing you all the blessings of moon and fang for your performance.”

Her face lit up, genuine warmth breaking through her usual bravado.

“Aysel, just knowing you remember us is more than enough. Truly. Without your support, half of this production would have gone up in flames.”

Her voice softened, a rare moment of sincerity that caught me off guard. But she wasn’t wrong.

Celestine’s sabotage attempts had been unyielding, relentless in their cruelty.

With the main sponsor off traveling abroad, Julia had been instructed to follow my directives. I hadn’t needed to lift a finger before the chaos began: the understudy’s blocked technique, the prop smith’s catastrophic blunder. I had quietly sent in my own people, swift and efficient. The stage was saved, and their reputations restored. And the crucial showcase for Madame Sophia Holland’s team? They had nailed it, and already whispers of potential collaboration had begun to circulate.

Julia turned her attention to Fenrir, chin held high, defiance radiating from her.

“Just because your Celestine Ward has a performance doesn’t mean the rest of us are forbidden from training. This isn’t her territory. We didn’t steal her stage. So… would you mind moving?”

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