The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 201

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 201**

**Aysel’s POV**

I was jolted from the depths of a nightmare, my heart racing as if it were trying to escape the terror that still clung to me. But as I blinked into the dim light, I felt the reassuring weight of someone holding my hand.

The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the world beyond. A muted gray glow filled the room, casting an ambiguous light that made it difficult to discern whether it was the break of dawn or the depths of midnight. Yet, the warmth beside me—the familiar solidity of that chest, the scent of night-steel mingled with shadowed pine—made me question if I was still caught in a dream.

“Magnus?” I whispered, my voice barely breaking the silence.

My fingers instinctively traced the sharp, commanding line of his brow, feeling the strength that radiated from him.

A gentle kiss brushed against my forehead, a tender gesture that brought a flicker of comfort. “You’re awake? Are you hungry, little wolf?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

I shook my head, feeling a rush of warmth as I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face against him. “Why are you here?” I murmured, the question laced with both surprise and relief.

He brushed aside the damp strands of hair that clung to my cheek—remnants of the sweat born from the nightmare—and his knuckle glided softly along my skin. My wolf instinctively leaned into the touch, craving the connection.

“I felt like I needed to be,” he replied simply, his voice steady and unwavering.

A small laugh escaped my lips, a sound tinged with disbelief and gratitude. I tucked my face further into his chest, speaking into the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Mm. I needed you.”

In a world that clawed and howled, tearing at the fabric of my sanity, he remained my one constant source of peace. My anchor. My Alpha.

Magnus didn’t utter another word, but his arms tightened around me, enveloping me in a protective embrace that felt like a fortress against the chaos outside.

He was right to come. The moment Dariusz had mentioned that he would reveal Yuna Ward’s secret, Magnus had made the decisive choice to fly straight to M-Territory. He understood that I was strong enough to face the shadows of my past alone, even without the comfort of a mate at my side.

But when he found me curled beneath the blankets, trembling in my sleep, silent tears cascading from my closed eyes, I could feel the intensity of his emotions through our bond. It was as if his heart twisted in anguish, his wolf snarling with a primal fury. A sharp, murderous desire emanated from him, as though he wished he could tear Yuna’s bones from the earth and shatter them anew.

I was his little wild rose—a blossom meant to thrive in the nurturing soil of Moonvale, cherished and protected. Yet someone else’s selfishness had dragged me through relentless storms and biting frost, nearly crushing me beneath a weight so heavy that even a pup would struggle to breathe.

Yuna Ward. Celestine’s mother. The very adults of Moonvale.

They would all be held accountable for the pain they had inflicted.

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