The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 210

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 210**

**Aysel’s POV**

As I stood there, observing Celestine, her appearance was a haunting reflection of her inner turmoil—haggard, broken, and utterly defeated. A faint smile, barely perceptible, tugged at the corners of my lips. “Long time no see,” I remarked, my voice steady, almost taunting.

Her eyes, once vibrant and fierce, now burned with a seething hatred that was palpable. “You’re here to gloat?” she spat, venom dripping from each word.

I didn’t require her bitter words to grasp the reality of her situation. Her legs—crippled, frail, and a testament to betrayal—were no mere accident. The others in the pack believed it was the result of a careless clash within the holding cells, a trivial skirmish ignited by bruised egos. But I, the puppet master behind the scenes, understood the truth. Each strike, each sickening snap of bone, had been meticulously orchestrated.

And yet, no one would ever believe her account. Only I possessed the power to expose her, to reveal the truth of her transgressions against me, the dance she had stolen, the life she had attempted to claim as her own.

I let my gaze drift down to her left leg, a silent reminder of the agreement I had forged with Serena. I hadn’t sought the rewards that others had dangled in front of me from the Moonvale Pack or Damon Blackwood. My only demand had been that Celestine languish behind bars for months, stripped of the ability to dance ever again. Serena had acted swiftly, leaving no trace of her intervention. Now, even her attempts at walking were marred by the telltale limp that betrayed her weakness.

It was precisely why she hadn’t lunged at me the moment our eyes met. She was determined to mask her vulnerability, to conceal her frailty in the presence of her adversary. I nodded slowly, savoring the moment. “Ten-plus years of intricate scheming, and you end up like this. I must admit… it’s somewhat laughable.”

Her eyes glowed with fury, a deep scarlet hue that spoke of her rage. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this state! How dare you come here and flaunt yourself? Do you even think about the mother who sacrificed everything for you? She cherished you once—do you have the audacity to face her now?”

I had anticipated her outburst. She wanted me to flinch, to shrink beneath the weight of guilt and shame, to feel the sting of recognition. But I met her fiery gaze with unwavering resolve. “She did care for me. She wagered her remaining months, her very life, to create a path for you.”

Celestine’s expression contorted in disbelief. “What are you saying?!”

Her mind must have raced with questions—how could I possibly know such intimate details? Was anyone else privy to this knowledge?

Panic surged within her, wild and frantic. That secret—her mother’s and her own—was a dark truth meant to remain buried. Yet, I could see the tremor in her pupils as realization washed over her.

I allowed a faint smile to grace my lips. “Don’t panic. I haven’t shared this with anyone else… yet. Today, I simply came bearing a gift for you.”

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