The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 209

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 209**

In the shadows of her own mind, Yuna had spent the last several months orchestrating the life of Luna Evelyn’s child, meticulously crafting her daughter’s fate with a relentless and unyielding precision that bordered on cruelty. Each decision she made was a careful maneuver in a game only she seemed to understand.

Did Celestine grasp the full extent of her mother’s machinations? It was likely that she did. Yet, rather than confronting the unsettling reality that her mother’s ruthless ambitions were driven by the specter of mortality, Celestine chose to deflect the blame onto Aysel. Bound by the suffocating chains of Yuna’s dying wishes, Celestine drained Aysel of her spirit, treating her like a pawn in a game of chess, convinced that burying Aysel under the weight of her own despair would somehow honor Yuna’s twisted plan.

Even years later, this insidious strategy echoed through the corridors of their lives. For over a decade, every member of the Moonvale Pack had seen their desires come to fruition, their dreams realized—but Aysel remained the solitary figure engulfed in suffering.

Magnus had meticulously pieced together every fragment of evidence, leaving no stone unturned. He had tracked down the family of the driver, gathering testimonies from the medical professionals who had examined Luna Evelyn, and amassed a wealth of tangible proof. With Dariusz held captive under Aysel’s watchful eye, the true nature of the mother-daughter duo was on the brink of exposure to the world, a revelation waiting to unfold.

And Aysel? She faced this impending storm with a calmness that surprised even herself.

Years of self-doubt, countless nights spent wrestling with her own sense of worth, and the relentless question of whether she deserved happiness—all of it began to dissolve into a newfound clarity. She realized she had harmed no one; she had committed no sin. Her struggle, her sheer will to survive, was not born from guilt but from an intrinsic desire to exist.

Yet, the ability to forgive her kin remained elusive. Even if they had been deceived, even if they had been manipulated into their actions, the darkness of her bloodline weighed heavily upon her.

Yuna Ward, as ruthless as she had been, had sacrificed everything for the sake of her daughter, willingly descending into hell to secure a brighter future for her child. But what of her own family? Time and again, they had stoked the flames of Aysel’s anguish. Had they ever chosen to protect her, to stand by her side, perhaps she might have felt a flicker of warmth in their presence. But no—rather than offering solace, they joined the throngs who reveled in her suffering, complicit in her despair.

Celestine could not obliterate Aysel’s existence; the ones who sought to offer her as a sacrifice were her own blood. Yuna had been fully aware of this dynamic, exploiting it to her advantage, and in doing so, she had triumphed.

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