The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 119

**Chapter 119**

**Magnus’s POV**

**Finished**

Aysel stood before me, her delicate complexion aglow with a soft, rosy hue that seemed to illuminate the night. Her eyes sparkled with a bright, unfocused wonder, while her lips glistened, reminiscent of wildflowers thriving under the gentle caress of moonlight.

Without any warning, she turned to face me, her expression transforming into a radiant smile that felt utterly disarming—so vivid and warm that it sliced through the Shadowbane night like a brilliant blade of light.

For a fleeting moment, I found myself frozen, caught in the unexpected magic of her presence.

Then, in a swift motion, her slender arms encircled my neck, pulling me closer.

“Smack—”

The sound of her kiss reverberated through the tranquil darkness by the riverside, a silence so profound that only the keenest of wolves could sense the electric hum of the night beneath their skin.

Aysel giggled softly against my throat, her breath warm and inviting, a sweet aroma that wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. “Magnus… good wolf,” she murmured, her voice a playful melody.

My gaze deepened, instincts awakening within me. “If I’m a good wolf, does that mean you can kiss me whenever you want?” I teased, my heart racing with the thrill of the moment.

But reason had no place in the mind of someone who was half-drunk, half-wolf, and entirely unguarded.

“Smack.”

Another kiss landed on the opposite side of my face, light and playful.

Her chin rested against my chest, those mischievous eyes sparkling with a delightful challenge. “Magnus… do you want to see me dance?” she asked, her tone filled with a childlike excitement.

I tightened my arm around her waist, raising an eyebrow in mock seriousness. “You said last time you’d prepare properly.”

For a brief second, her expression went blank, as if she were lost in thought. “Hmm?” she replied, momentarily confused.

Then, with a determined nod—one that seemed to convince only herself—she declared, “Doesn’t matter. I want to dance. I’ll dance now.”

And with that, I found myself with no choice but to be her sole audience, stripped of the right to refuse her whim.

Amused by her dazed state yet somehow impressed that she remembered the music, I watched as she fumbled with my phone, struggling to find the right button for what felt like an eternity before finally succeeding.

She was still steady enough to stand, not quite drunk enough to collapse.

When she rose, she swayed gently at first… then found her balance.

With a swift motion, she kicked off her heels, leaving them behind as she padded barefoot three meters away, halting right at the water’s edge.

Behind her, the vast river stretched out, shimmering under the moonlight, while across the water, the city glowed with vibrant colors, painting the skyline in hues of bright life. Aysel stood bathed in that ethereal light, her black dress swirling around her calves, and then she began to dance.

Her beauty sharpened with every movement; her body flowed with grace. Each step, each breath, seemed like poetry brought to life through her very being.

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