The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Third Person’s POV

Olivia Darkmoon bared her teeth slightly, lips pressing into a thin line. “Wait a moment!” she snapped, eyes locked on Magnus. “I know my aunt wronged you, but the Darkmoon Pack is willing to make amends. Why push them away? Magnus, you know well which choice benefits you more-allying with us or turning against us. Why saddle yourself with extra hardship for the mistakes of the previous generation?”

A strong-strong alliance was obviously the optimal strategy.

She even hinted, claws flexing subtly, “My aunt is headstrong and has been wed elsewhere for over twenty years. But I am my father’s only daughter. When needed, the Darkmoon Pack will stand with me.”

Aysel, sensing the intruder’s presumption, slinked closer to Magnus, wrapping her arm possessively around his. Her eyes, wide and gleaming like a wolf’s in moonlight, stared curiously at the woman who dared to speak such bold claims. The implication that the Darkmoon Pack could discard Ivy Darkmoon at any moment amused Aysel.

Olivia struggled to ignore Aysel, who clung to Magnus like a living talisman, her words softening. “Shall we share a meal and talk things through? I booked a French-style feast before coming here.”

She felt certain Magnus would not refuse. As the eldest daughter of a rare line in the Darkmoon Pack, she had been chased, admired, and coveted since she was a pup. She knew the allure of her bloodline and beauty, and how it captivated powerful males.

Sometimes, she resented Ivy, her own aunt, for holding her back. If not for Ivy, she could have pursued, Magnus freely.

Lately, her father and uncle had shown subtle signals of approval toward her closeness with Magnus, even tacitly allowing her to test the waters. Olivia was stunned by this unexpected blessing. Previously, the pack hierarchy demanded she restrain herself, hiding her desires. Now, with elder sanction, she launched her subtle assault without hesitation.

As for Aysel… Olivia forced herself to ignore the sharp pang of irritation. In families of their standing, true love was always secondary to bloodlines and alliances. She had loved Magnus quietly for so long; even if the path twisted, she had buried her feelings deep. Compared to Aysel, she believed she would be the more suitable mate for the Shadowbane Alpha.

After all, Magnus’s father, Ulric Sanchez, had once been wildly enamored with Raya, only to marry for power and politics. Magnus was cleverer, wiser-less susceptible to impulsive emotions. Olivia believed they could thrive together. She only needed Magnus to lower his guard regarding her family’s identity.

Her gaze locked on Magnus, expectant.

Nearby, Aysel, sensing amusement, nudged Magnus’s side with her muzzle. Magnus’s lips curled in a wolfish grin.

“Not happening-,” Aysel purred, voice soft yet possessive, pressing her body against his. She deliberately draped herself over him with a possessive dominance, eyes glittering with the challenge: He goes to the feast with me.

Magnus’s expression, once icy at Olivia’s words, softened. His grin hinted at mischief.

Olivia’s face fell. A wolf-eaten meal versus a sumptuous French banquet-any predator knew what choice. the alpha would make. She forced her anger down, ignoring Aysel’s insolent display of dominance.

“Alpha Sanchez, shall we go now? If you don’t wish to discuss pack matters, we can skip the negotiations.”

Magnus felt a pang along his back. He wrapped an arm around Aysel, his gaze alight with triumph. “No time. Didn’t you hear? My mate insists I accompany her to the common dining hall.”

Jackson, standing unseen at the edge of the room, glanced uncomfortably at Olivia. Trying to entice Magnus in front of Aysel-truly, she was sharpening her own claws in vain.

Olivia’s chest heaved in frustration. The common dining hall could wait, but the French feast required prior reservation.

“Magnus!” Aysel chimed again, playful yet commanding “I’m thirsty!” She scrunched her nose in mock indignation.

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Magnus rose from the sofa, retrieving the large water vessel from his desk. “Too much milk tea today. Only water before sleep.”

Aysel pouted. “Then I claim your coffee too.”

He chuckled, pinching her nose lightly. “Fine, you take it.” He unscrewed the lid, feeding her slowly, as though she were a young pup incapable of handling herself.

Olivia seethed in silent rage, witnessing the intimate ritual. How could this mere Moonvale she-wolf command the Shadowbane Alpha so easily, while she, a Darkmoon heiress, was reduced to insignificance?

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