The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 190

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 190**

**Aysel’s POV**

“That’s everything…” Dariusz’s voice quivered, trembling like a frightened deer caught in the hunter’s gaze. “I took the money and fled overseas. Celestine ordered me never to return for the rest of my life—but she would wire me a sum regularly.”

The air around him was thick with the stench of cowardice—sour fear, stale deceit, and a faint whiff of aged greed. It was a scent that wrapped around him like a shroud, clinging to his skin and revealing his true nature.

Once upon a time, both Dariusz and his family had harbored dreams of grandeur, aspirations that reached far beyond their grasp. But then there was Celestine… Celestine Ward, a woman as vicious as a wolf raised on a diet of resentment and bitterness. She was venomous, calculating, and patient, a predator whose smiles were nothing more than finely crafted traps.

Even during their feigned camaraderie, Dariusz had felt it—an unsettling prickling at the nape of his neck, a cold shiver of impending doom slithering down his spine, as if her shadowed presence was eternally poised to pounce. He was haunted by a primal fear of her, a fear that was etched into his very being, a scent-memory that would never fade.

Suddenly, a sharp CRACK echoed through the room.

Skylar’s palm collided with his cheek—hard enough to send his head whipping sideways, the impact resonating through the stillness. But she was not done; the Frostfang she-wolf struck him again, her fury unrelenting.

And again.

And again.

With each blow, Dariusz’s face transformed, swelling grotesquely, his features contorting into something unrecognizable—a bruised visage that reflected the true nature of his cowardice.

“Celestine Ward is poison,” Skylar hissed, her fangs bared in a snarl that promised retribution. “But you—” she jabbed a finger at him, her voice dripping with contempt, “you’re filth of your own making.”

Who could have imagined that the once-admired “noble, gentle senior,” the Dariusz everyone revered for his so-called pure heart, was rotting from within, reeking of decay and cowardice?

After his orchestrated “death,” countless people had adorned him with halos, painting him as a martyr.

Those he had “saved” had naturally become fervent defenders of Celestine, a situation that had brought me endless torment.

Yuna Ward’s death had once nearly shattered my spirit.

Now, the revelation of Dariusz’s truth felt like a nightmare clawing its way back into my reality.

Thinking back to how Damon Blackwood’s old entourage had wielded “gratitude” as a weapon against me, I could feel Skylar’s rage reigniting beside me, a wildfire of indignation.

Dariusz stood frozen, unwilling to resist.

He had already learned the hard way that Celestine Ward was imprisoned. When Skylar had struck him earlier, the guards outside—armed with pistols and bearing the bloodied auras of wolves who had seen true battle—had even cracked the door to check on the commotion.

He wasn’t foolish enough to think he could win this fight.

If he dared to retaliate, he knew he wouldn’t be leaving this room with all his limbs intact.

In a moment of desperation, he erupted into loud, ugly sobs, a mixture of snot, tears, and blood cascading down his face—nothing like the polished, charming man who had walked in mere moments before.

He threw himself at my feet, his forehead slamming against the floor repeatedly, a desperate plea for mercy.

“Miss Vale, I’m sorry—I’m so sorry! I know I was wrong! I had no choice! Celestine forced me! I only followed the script she wrote! Please, forgive me—I’ll do anything, anything you want—”

The final words dripped with the same insidious insinuation he had once used to charm wealthy patrons.

He even attempted to cast a seductive glance my way—an instinctual habit.

It was utterly pathetic.

Given the disarray of his face, the attempt was nothing short of grotesque.

Skylar grimaced and delivered a swift kick to him.

“Burn my eyes, why don’t you?” she muttered, her voice laced with disgust.

She then turned to me, her eyes fierce. “Well? What do you think? Should we drag him back to the homeland and expose Celestine along with him?”

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