The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 169

**Chapter 169**

In the dimly lit room, Aaron had just finished his terse words when he shot a piercing glance at Wren, his expression demanding immediate action. He wanted her to whisk Aysel away without delay, as if she were a fragile vase that could shatter at any moment.

However, Manager Wren appeared to be oblivious to Aaron’s unspoken command, her attention fixated solely on Aysel. It was as if the “private-booking client” had become nothing more than a ghost in her periphery.

“Your… your room?” Wren stammered, her voice quivering, her spine rigid with anxiety. “We prepared everything exactly as per your instructions, Miss Vale. Is there anything at all that displeases you?”

She stood upright, almost trembling under the weight of her own apprehension. “Just say the word—whatever needs changing, we’ll rectify it at once!”

Every detail of that exquisite villa had been curated with meticulous care—the height of the pillows, the hue of the bedding, the arrangement of the flowers, even the freshly pressed goblet of moon-citrus juice she held delicately in her hands. Each element had been arranged according to a comprehensive list provided by Special Assistant Jackson, a list that was said to have originated from none other than Magnus Sanchez himself, the formidable Alpha of Shadowbane.

Yet, a nagging doubt crept into Wren’s mind. What if Miss Vale’s tastes had shifted since the arrangements were made? What if they had inadvertently failed the Luna, the woman whose single complaint could bring their entire lodge to its knees?

Wren cast a furtive glance at Aysel, her heart racing with the desperate hope for redemption.

Aysel, sensing the tension, shook her head gently, her expression softening.

“No, everything’s perfect. I’m not leaving,” she reassured Wren, her voice calm and steady.

A wave of relief washed over Wren’s face, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. “Wonderful, Miss Vale. This moon-citrus juice is freshly prepared just for you. Alpha mentioned you’ve been unwell lately and should steer clear of alcohol.”

Aysel accepted the glass with a grateful smile, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.

Nearby, the onlookers stood frozen, their expressions a mix of astonishment and confusion. This lodge was among the most prestigious in the entire wolf-continent. How could their manager possibly remember the intricate details of one guest’s health and preferences? And to serve her personally?

Aaron, with his summer-hued eyes, sensed something amiss.

“What room?” he snapped, irritation lacing his tone. “Didn’t I book all the rooms for tonight?”

Wren looked at him, bewildered. “Yes, sir, your rooms were indeed booked under your name.”

Aaron jabbed a finger toward Aysel, his voice rising with indignation. “Then what’s she doing here? Aysel Vale—did you really use my name to con the lodge into giving you a room?”

He spun back to Wren, his voice escalating, the disrespect evident in every syllable. “I booked the entire lodge! I decide where she stays. You don’t distribute anything without my say-so!”

Wren’s expression turned icy in an instant.

“Sir, please, show some respect,” she implored, her voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty beneath it.

Yet, confusion flickered across her face once more.

“Your rooms are, of course, yours to arrange. Mistyhowl Mountain Lodge never makes such errors.”

“Then where’s her room?” Aaron demanded, his frustration boiling over. “Explain that, unless you two are in cahoots!”

Wren hesitated, momentarily speechless at his wild accusation.

“Miss Vale is staying in the lodge’s private reserved villa,” she clarified, her voice firm. “It is not available to public guests.”

A ripple of understanding swept through the onlookers.

No wonder.

This land belonged to the Shadowbane Pack—a territory under the dominion of the strongest Alpha in the continent.

Emma suddenly recalled Aysel’s earlier statement about having “a place to stay.” Now it all clicked into place; the woman had never needed Aaron’s crumbs to begin with.

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