The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 163

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**

**Chapter 163**

In a quiet corner of the room, Magnus’s emotions churned like a stormy sea, a tempest fueled by jealousy and the weight of resentment that clung to him like a second skin. He found himself sitting uncomfortably close to Aysel, his tail flicking restlessly beneath the sofa, each notification ping from his phone igniting a flicker of irritation within him. Just days had passed since the somber farewell to Anna, yet Aysel was already being pulled back into the web of her past by an invitation from old acquaintances—a high school reunion, orchestrated by some of her former packmates who had long since scattered to the winds.

The gathering was set for two days and one night at Mistyhowl Mountain Lodge, a place steeped in memories of their earlier bonding retreats. Aysel’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. High school had been a labyrinth of shadows for her, where Celestine Ward had lurked like a predator, a constant thorn in her side. The thought of mingling with half-remembered faces from her past sent a shiver of reluctance down her spine. Yet, as her finger hovered hesitantly over the message that read, “Even the class leader will attend,” a flicker of curiosity ignited within her.

Magnus, his tail twitching with barely concealed irritation, leaned closer, his amber eyes narrowing as they scanned the screen. “Class leader?” he growled, the low rumble of his voice laced with a possessive undertone, a wolf asserting its claim over what it held dear.

Aysel offered a faint smile, but it was enough to send Magnus’s hackles bristling. Each name on that list felt like a pawprint marking her history, and with each passing moment, he felt himself growing more restless, like a predator circling prey that remained just out of reach. “Then I go with you,” he stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“You were supposed to leave for Europe,” Aysel reminded him gently, her tone light, but the weight of his intentions hung heavy in the air.

The tickets had been hers to secure, yet Magnus had delayed his departure time and again, an unshakeable shadow of separation anxiety draping over his broad shoulders. Jackson had made numerous attempts to adjust their plans, but Magnus, stubborn as a mountain wolf, refused to budge unless Aysel personally intervened. Though he held the title of Alpha of the Shadowbane Pack, it was her gentle hand that anchored him to patience.

As the hour of departure approached, Magnus finally relented, his voice faltering as Aysel’s quiet smile disarmed him. “I can…” he began, but the words trailed off as he succumbed to her warmth.

He slumped back in a mix of relief and frustration, pulling her close, nuzzling against her shoulder as if seeking solace in her presence. “I want to take you with me,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the very fabric of the room.

Aysel leaned back, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she brushed her lips teasingly against his in fleeting, playful bites. “Good boy… I’ll be back before you know it,” she promised, her words light but filled with an undercurrent of affection.

Magnus’s teeth grazed the soft flesh of her cheek, savoring the moment before he playfully growled, “Who is this class leader?”

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