The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 123

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**

**Chapter 123**

**Third Person’s POV**

The sound of shattering glass reverberated throughout the grand hall of the Blackwood estate, a cacophony that shattered the stillness of the evening. Delicate tea cups and priceless vases met their demise under the weight of the chaos, their fragments glinting like stars on the polished floor. Alpha Damon stood at the center of the turmoil, his chest heaving with strained breaths, each inhale a reminder of the storm brewing within him. His wolf instincts felt unnerved, as if years of his life had been stripped away in an instant, leaving an unsettling void.

“You lot really know how to stir trouble,” he growled, his voice echoing with the authority of an Alpha, vibrating through the very walls of the estate. “The engagement debacle was barely behind us, and now we’re faced with plagiarism, hired blades, and murder plots surfacing like weeds in a garden!”

The repercussions of the chaos were not limited to the plummeting shares of the Moonvale Pack’s enterprises; they rippled outward, dragging the Blackwoods, his future in-laws, into the eye of the storm.

Plagiarism, in itself, might have been something they could endure. But this? This was a matter of power, influence, and the blatant oppression of a common wolf by a pack-born heiress, broadcasted live for all to witness.

Whispers filled the air, both among the pack and the public, questioning whether Moonvale or Damon himself had turned a blind eye to the injustice—if they were enablers rather than the protectors they professed to be. Calls for boycotts of their enterprises had begun to echo through the community, a chorus of dissent that threatened to drown them.

The rumors surrounding Damon and Celestine’s scandalous entanglements spread like wildfire, each alley and shadow alive with gossip, feeding on the scandal like vultures.

Matriarch Blackwood’s brow furrowed in displeasure, her voice laced with concern. “Should we just call off the engagement?”

Damon remained silent, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air. The engagement had never truly held significance for him; it was merely a formality, a bond that felt more like a chain than a commitment.

“It’s not possible,” Alpha Blackwood interjected, his tone low and menacing, a growl lurking beneath the surface. “We can dissolve the bond—but not now.”

The Moonvale and Blackwood Packs had been intertwined for generations, each clan acutely aware of the other’s strengths, secrets, and limitations. To sever ties at such a crucial moment would appear callous, invite mistrust, and spark a desperate backlash from Moonvale.

At this juncture, the Blackwoods were the aggrieved party. Even if they wished to call off the engagement later, the timing had to be advantageous, ensuring that Moonvale would yield sufficient concessions.

Celestine had yet to formally join Moonvale; thus, urgency was not theirs to bear.

“Find a way to suppress Celestine’s exposure. The scandal cannot spread further. And what about the injured girl? The one wronged by the plagiarism? Secure a statement of forgiveness from her,” Damon commanded, his voice firm yet laced with the weight of responsibility.

Yet deep down, he knew Agnes would likely refuse to comply.

The girl’s influence lay shielded behind Aysel and her relentless tutelage under Giovanna, a protective barrier that would not be easily breached.

But the memory of Celestine’s tear-filled gaze before the carriage of the pack enforcers haunted him, alongside the reports of her wolf destabilizing again at the precinct. Damon clenched his jaw, a mixture of resolve and frustration coursing through him.

So be it. He would assist her—one final time.

—

The Taylor family had been exiled from the Capital by their patriarch, a decision that had left a bitter taste in the mouths of many. Damon had discreetly ensured their safe relocation, a generous settlement of resources that had resolved that chapter, but the shadows of the past lingered.

For Celestine, he would guide her through this ordeal, honoring Dariusz’s trust. His father had been right—debts owed had long been repaid.

Meanwhile, Aysel’s villa was alive with laughter and light, a stark contrast to the storm brewing outside.

“Ding-ding-ding—” Agnes twirled in a pale yellow dress, her radiance rivaling that of the dawn sun, before Aysel. “Behold! Before you stands the soon-to-be luminary of the entertainment realm, Agnes herself!”

She leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Sister-in-law, Alpha Magnus truly delivered. He secured me the top-tier music video debut of a leading singer, and I play the dancing little apprentice! Once the footage drops… my debut is official!”

Despite the chaos Celestine had stirred, Agnes had navigated the tumult with remarkable skill. The plagiarism incident, coupled with her near accident, had garnered her public sympathy—viewers rallied behind the underdog, the brave common wolf standing against the privilege of the pack-born.

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