The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 141

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**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 141**

In the dimly lit corridors of the Shadowbone estate, Kian found himself guided toward the annex, a place shrouded in secrecy and danger. The unyielding command of Magnus echoed in his mind, a clear directive that barred anyone else from entering. With a determined stride, he left the others behind, stepping into the shadowy threshold alone, his medkit clutched tightly like a shield against the unknown.

As he crossed the threshold, a nauseating stench assaulted his senses—a mingling of blood and decay that sent a chill racing down his spine, even as the formidable Alpha he was. The sight of animal carcasses strewn about the room was a stark reminder of the lethal nature of the women who inhabited this estate. Their prowess was undeniable, and Kian couldn’t shake the feeling that he was treading on dangerous ground.

He deliberately turned his gaze away from the bloodstained photographs that adorned the walls, reminders of past violence, and focused instead on the flickering light that beckoned him up the staircase. As he ascended, he spotted a door slightly ajar, the faint glow spilling out like an invitation—or perhaps a warning.

“Hey… Magnus still alive in here?” he called out, his voice echoing with a bravado that faltered as he caught a glimpse of the chaos within. The scene was one of utter disarray, a tableau of violence that made his heart race.

Before he could process the sight fully, the door slammed shut with a resounding thud, reverberating through the stillness.

“Damn it! Jackson tricked me!” Kian exclaimed, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration as he paced the dim corridor. The realization hit him like a cold wave: the gruesome display he had just witnessed was a deliberate ploy, designed to make him an unwitting intruder in the intimate world of Magnus and Aysel. Some men, he mused bitterly, never learn, not even in the face of injury. Better left on the wall, he thought grimly, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.

Inside the room, Aysel stirred, her mind snapping back to consciousness as if sensing a lifeline approaching. She scrambled to prop herself against Magnus’ broad chest, her heart racing with a mix of fear and hope. With a surge of urgency, she swung the door open, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“Dr. Kian!” Her relief was palpable, sharp and bright as the scent of a hunter finally finding sanctuary in the chaos.

Kian cleared his throat, shaking off the remnants of his earlier frustration. The storm of irritation that had clouded his judgment gave way to the calm professionalism he knew he needed to embody in this moment. “Uh… Miss Vale,” he began, gesturing toward his medkit, “may I… come in and take a look?”

He had no doubt about Magnus’ resilience. The Alpha had an uncanny ability to contain his fury, to master the primal instincts of his wolf, even when bloodied and battered. Yet, Kian understood the importance of early intervention—better safe than sorry, after all.

Aysel nodded, stepping aside to grant him entry. “Go ahead.” As she flicked on the lights, the room came into sharper focus, revealing the aftermath of a struggle.

Magnus sat on the edge of the bed, his expression calm yet inscrutable, the raw predator he had been moments ago now tempered into something more formidable—unreadable steel. Kian couldn’t help but smirk at the Alpha’s displeased glare, a familiar sight that he had grown accustomed to over the years. Meanwhile, Aysel’s brow furrowed, worry etching deeper lines into her features.