The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 122

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 122**

**Magnus’s POV**

**21:50**

The tension in the executive suite of Shadowbane Tower was palpable, thick as fog and just as suffocating. It felt as though even the lesser wolves in the room were struggling to draw breath, caught in the oppressive atmosphere that had descended upon us.

The high-level team stood like statues in my office, their bodies rigid, not daring to make a sound or shift even slightly.

A blundering fool had the audacity to deliver a shoddy proposal directly to my desk, and as soon as I unfolded the document, the errors sprang forth like a festering wound.

I had unleashed my fury upon them without a hint of mercy.

They had it coming.

Now, the air was thick with the scent of fear—cold sweat clung to their skin, and the subtle pheromones of submission hung heavy in the atmosphere, mingling with the sharp tang of impending doom.

It was clear they were all mourning the substantial bonuses they were certain had just slipped through their fingers.

Just as the tension reached its breaking point, my phone lit up on the desk, casting a faint glow in the dimly lit room.

Jackson, who was standing closest, glanced at the screen almost involuntarily and cleared his throat nervously.

“Uh—Alpha… it seems to be Miss Aysel.”

My hand froze mid-motion, a chill running through me.

I picked up the phone, my heart racing.

In the first moment, I was stunned into silence. My expression darkened as disbelief washed over me; I could hardly wrap my mind around the words I was reading.

In the second moment, the shock began to dissipate, replaced by a dawning comprehension.

A slow, sharp grin tugged at the corners of my lips.

Rafe, my wolf, perked up, his interest piqued.

“Am I incapable? Really, little rose?”

I typed back, my fingers dancing over the screen:

“If you wanted to know whether I’m capable, you could’ve asked while you were sober.

You covet my body; I can let you experience it yourself.

But drunk little gremlins and dirty pups don’t exactly inspire desire.”

I could almost picture her buried under her blankets, likely exploding with indignation.

Her reply came back almost instantly:

“*What do you mean drunk gremlin and dirty pup! You’re clean—cleanest in the entire world, you frash-picking Alpha!*”

A quiet, genuine laugh escaped me, and the corner of my mouth lifted further in amusement.

I waved my hand toward the door, signaling for everyone to leave.

The executives remained frozen for a moment, still reeling from my earlier tirade.

Jackson, ever the quick thinker, reacted swiftly and began ushering them toward the exit.

Behind him, a wave of confusion and disbelief spread like wildfire.

“…Wait, we’re… dismissed? Just like that?”

Jackson shrugged nonchalantly. “Alpha Magnus isn’t pursuing it further. But mark my words, never let this kind of mistake happen again.”

The others stumbled away as if they had been granted a miraculous reprieve, relief washing over them.

As they moved down the hall, I caught snippets of hushed whispers:

“Did the Alpha’s mood change after he saw that message? Who was Miss Vale again? One of the Sanchez cousins?”

Jackson merely smiled, a sly grin playing on his lips.

“This Aysel is not that Aysel.”

He left them bewildered, trailing behind him like lost sheep.

If they truly understood who she was to me, they would surely faint from shock.

Once the door closed behind them, I turned my focus back to teasing my little rose.

I typed with deliberate slowness, savoring each word:

“No one told you that barbecue and alcohol don’t mix well with kissing?”

Her reaction was swift and fiery.

“You brushed my teeth!”

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