The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 203

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 203**

As the car door clicked shut with a finality that echoed in the confined space, the driver raised the opaque divider, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead. He navigated the vehicle toward the airport, not daring to cast a glance back, as if the act itself might shatter the moment.

In the plush backseat, Aysel found herself straddling Magnus, her knees parting as she settled onto his lap, a position that felt both electrifying and familiar. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, while his strong Alpha hands gripped her waist, drawing her in as their lips met in a fervent kiss, charged with an insatiable longing that seemed to transcend the confines of the car.

The air around them thickened with the soft, wet sounds of their connection—hungry, lingering, and utterly intoxicating. Each kiss was a silent testament to their desire, a melody of passion that filled the space between them.

Magnus tightened his embrace, pressing her so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his body and the rough, rhythmic cadence of his breath against the tender curve of her neck. “Baby… let’s go home, please?” he rasped, his voice low and filled with yearning, inhaling the sweet, moonlit scent that was uniquely hers—his Aysel, his destined mate.

His words came out in a rush, almost slurred by the instinctual need that clawed at him. “I’ll book the flight right now. We’ll leave together.” The desperation in his voice dipped, revealing the raw edge of an Alpha overwhelmed by the anxiety of separation. He murmured, “If you could shrink, I’d tuck you into my luggage and never let you out.”

“Mm-kiss… kiss…” Aysel urged, her voice a soft plea.

Magnus responded by showering her face and crystalline-soft lips with fervent kisses, each one more desperate than the last. He was unable to pull away, his mouth brushing against hers, returning again and again, even daring to graze her lower lip with the tip of his teeth in a playful nip, a gesture reserved for wolves who were reluctant to part.

Aysel reciprocated with her own tiny bites on his lower lip, soft and hesitant, filled with an aching sweetness. “At home, you have to miss me,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath mingling with his. “And you’ll video-call me to sleep tomorrow night.”

She pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, her affection palpable.

“Work is important, but no late nights. I’ll supervise you,” she added, her tone teasing yet serious.

Magnus traced her brow with a reverence that spoke volumes, his wolf-like gaze dark and tender, filled with promises. “I’ll listen to everything you say, baby.”

He took her fingers in his, kissing them softly, each touch a vow. “If you have nightmares, call me. Don’t worry about anything in Moonvale. I’ll handle it all.”

“Magnus.” She pouted, her lips trembling slightly as she demanded, “Kiss.”

A soft laugh escaped him, rich with affection, before he captured her mouth again in a deep, heated kiss that seemed to linger on the edge of eternity.

When the car finally rolled to a stop at the airport, the driver had already stepped out, granting them a fleeting moment of privacy. They only pulled apart when they both realized that Magnus was becoming too flushed, too scent-marked, too visibly lovesick to be presentable in public.

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