The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 191

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 191**

**Aysel’s POV**

In hushed tones, the townsfolk often referred to Celestine as the “glittered saint” of the eastern territories, her reputation cloaked in a shimmering veil of admiration. Yet, Skylar and I were privy to a far grimmer truth. As Dariusz’s quivering voice unraveled the sinister threads of his revelations, the darkness lurking behind her illusory halo finally revealed its sharp, menacing fangs.

“Some wolves mocked her behind her back,” he rasped, each word a struggle, “they called her a parasite, a leech on the Moonvale Pack… and she hinted that her parents had married her off to an abusive gambler.”

He gasped for air, his body shaking violently, the scent of his fear wafting towards me in palpable waves.

“And—she pretended to feed stray cats and pups in the alleys, but in reality… she tortured them. I have proof. Videos. Everything.”

A shiver coursed through me, every hair on my wolf’s spine standing on end.

Celestine had sullied her own hands with filth, but the smaller, more sordid tasks—once polished by her sweet, deceptive storytelling—were tainted by the lingering traces of Damon Blackwood’s influence and the “cleanup” efforts of some Moonvale wolves.

Beside me, Skylar’s Frostfang aura flared, cold and sharp as a blade, radiating a lethal intensity.

I could feel the same searing fire igniting within my own bones, a primal rage rising to the surface.

Time and again, Celestine had clawed her way beneath the very bottom line of what even a corrupted wolf should embody.

Dariusz was already writhing on the floor, half-collapsed, the fruit dagger still skewering his bloodied palm. “I’ll hand over all the evidence,” he sobbed, his voice cracking like fragile glass. “Please—have mercy. I beg you.”

I crouched down, my wolf’s breath warm against his cheek, my lips curling into a predatory smile. “All you’ve done is list Celestine’s sins. You mentioned Damon Blackwood. You mentioned my own Moonvale kin. But what about you?”

I tilted my head, my gaze piercing.

“Dariusz… were you pure in any of this?”

He froze, his body stiffening as if I had cast a spell over him.

The scent of his guilt soured the air, panic and remorse intertwining in a toxic dance.

A sudden knock interrupted the charged atmosphere. One of the Shadowbane wolves I had summoned earlier pushed the door open, his expression grave. “Luna?” he addressed me, his voice steady despite the chaos.

I flicked my gaze toward the ashen-faced Dariusz, a cruel smirk playing on my lips. “He enjoys falling into the sea. Let him soak in saltwater for a few days. Maybe it’ll cleanse that rotten brain of his.”

“Yes, Luna,” he replied without hesitation.

They didn’t question my command; they simply gagged him and dragged him out with a precision that was both efficient and predatory.

Just as the door swung shut behind them, Magnus’s video call illuminated my screen, a stark contrast to the dark room. Of course, he would choose this exact moment to witness Dariusz being hauled away—bloody hand, embedded blade and all.

Skylar stiffened beside me, casting a glance my way as if expecting Magnus—the continent’s strongest Alpha, wolf Rafe of Shadowbane—to be shocked by my feral display.

Some males preferred their females soft, gentle, and “untainted.”

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