The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 206

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 206**

In the dim light of the club, Skylar often found herself on the brink of unleashing a cheeky remark, a playful jab that could lighten the heavy atmosphere. Yet, with Magnus’s imposing presence looming over them like a dark cloud, she hesitated. Each time, she swallowed her words, letting them fade into the silence of her throat, where they would remain unspoken and unacknowledged.

Fortunately, it turned out that the Shadowbane prince was not as vindictive as she feared.

Magnus, with his strikingly handsome features and commanding aura, was surrounded by a cadre of top performers, each one a vision of discipline and grace. They were there strictly for the art of performance, with no room for flirtatious glances or suggestive winks.

Skylar had never encountered such an assembly of attractive men in one place, their bodies moving with a solemnity that transformed their ritual dances into a powerful presentation rather than mere entertainment. It was a spectacle that both thrilled and intimidated her.

Yet, amidst the grandeur of the evening, a single gesture managed to soothe her bruised pride—the presentation of a gleaming SVIP membership card. The announcement that from this night onward, Miss Skylar Cross would enjoy priority treatment and complimentary services whenever she graced the establishment with her presence was a balm to her ego.

With a surge of affection, Skylar wrapped her arms around Aysel’s slender waist, burying her face in the warm softness of her friend’s curves. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” she lamented, her voice thick with emotion.

Damn it all—Magnus Sanchez was just too damn lucky.

Aysel played along, gently patting Skylar’s back, a soft smile gracing her lips. “I’ll miss you too. Just remember to work hard, okay? Overthrow your father early.”

Skylar’s father was the embodiment of a lovesick fool—middle-aged yet perpetually trapped in the fervent devotion of first love. Her stepmother had been his first sweetheart, a relationship that had seen them part ways, marry others, and raise their own families. Yet, fate had a way of entangling their lives once more.

In the presence of that woman, Skylar’s father lost all rationality, as if under a spell.

Thankfully, he still recognized that Skylar was his true daughter. Despite her stepmother’s manipulative schemes, he had never fully relinquished his shares to Skylar’s stepbrother.

But that was the only commendable decision he had ever made.

If it hadn’t been for Aysel, Skylar would have long since been trapped in a world of despair, trafficked deep into some hidden den, humiliated, broken, and robbed of her dignity. If he lost her, that woman and her son would have no ties left to bind them.

And since Skylar’s father had feigned ignorance and allowed that pair to roam free, she had vowed that he would forever be her enemy.

As the night deepened, the two best friends shared their thoughts and dreams, cocooned together under the same blanket, much like two wolves seeking warmth before the dawn broke.

When the first light of day arrived, Aysel boarded a plane, heading back to the continent, back to the territory where someone awaited her return with restless anticipation.

As the city lights flickered to life that evening, Aysel’s eyes immediately locked onto him—his tall, commanding silhouette standing out amidst the crowd.

“Magnus!”

She dashed toward him, her heart racing like a playful wolf pup, throwing herself into his arms and nuzzling against his chest, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of Shadowbane that enveloped him.

Magnus tightened his embrace, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

Suspended between earth and sky, they shared a passionate kiss, a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity.

“Welcome home,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with warmth.

“Muah-muah~”

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