The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Third Person’s POV

Once the office door clicked shut behind them, Aysel draped herself over Magnus’s broad back, tugging

your attention.” playfully at his car. “Alpha, your scent is powerful today-so many vying for

Magnus felt a pang of protest. His mate, his little Moonvale rose, was the true attractor of all eyes in any “I barely know her,” he muttered,

room. Yet he said nothing, letting himself offer a half-hearted defense rue.

voice low and amused.

Aysel bared her small fangs in a teasing grin. “Doesn’t matter. It’s still your fault. Who told you to be this good-looking, this irresistible?”

Magnus chuckled, cars flicking with affection. His mate playful jealousy mixed with praise-how could anyone resist her?

He scooped his mischievous little mate into his arms, claws gently pressing against her back. “Alright, alright. It’s my fault. From now on, only you shall claim my favor.”

Aysel’s dark eyes glimmered, spinning mischievously. “And how do you propose I punish you?”

Magnus kissed her softly, a wolf’s nuzzle against her cheek. “Anything you wish, mate.”

Aysel’s gaze sharpened, and she tilted her head with mock severity. “Then two weeks without the bed.”

Magnus covered her mouth, smirking, eyes glinting like a wolf who knew his prey well. “Darling… do you really think that’s possible?”

Aysel pouted, wrapping her arms possessively around his neck, claws gently kneading his fur. “It is possible… but maybe just one week?”

Jealousy was feigned; negotiation was the real goal. Her little body endured long nights wrestling with Magnus, leaving her muscles weary. She wasn’t about to risk her health. “Promise me, promise me!” she insisted, shaking his shoulders lightly.

Magnus pinned his wriggling, fish-like mate with ease, pressing a gentle kiss to her hand. “Tonight, you rest.”

Aysel wriggled free and flopped onto the sofa, feigning outrage. “We’re through! No love left!”

Magnus leaned over, pressing his muzzle against hers. “No matter. I have love-enough for both of us.”

Though part of their morning banter had been performative, meant to provoke Olivia Darkmoon, the plan to dine together in the Shadowbane Pack’s communal hall remained unchanged. Compared to the pampered Darkmoon heiress, Magnus and Aysel had both grown tough, unspoiled by overindulgence.

The Shadowbane mess hall was legendary: a sprawling, multi-tiered den of cuisine, each kitchen staffed by chefs who had passed the strictest trials. Olivia, with her airs of superiority, scorned what she deemed beneath her status-what many would have fought tooth and claw to taste.

Word spread quickly through the pack: Magnus, the Alpha of Shadowbane, would accompany his mate to the common hall. What had begun as a subtle display of dominance now became pack gossip with legs.

When Aysel and Magnus arrived, the hall’s occupants, high-ranking members of the den, turned their

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amber eyes toward the pair, teeth gleaming in polite, retrained excitement. They knew better than to stare too openly, lest they invoke the Alpha’s ire.

Aysel smiled warmly at the pack members, acknowledging their presence. Magnus, unusually relaxed, allowed the hear of their curiosity to pass without reproch.

The senior members of Shadowbane realized the meaning behind Jackson’s old words: “This Aysel is no mere girlfriend of the Alpha-she is the one he truly clms.” The Moonvale surname carried power and destiny, now fused with the Shadowbane line.

It was as if the pack’s balance shifted with their union. Le grew easier-fewer tensions, more rest, and the air itself seemed sweeter. Bold members approached Aysel to recommend dishes, tails wagging subtly in approval. She nodded, and Magnus hustled beside her, attentive and protective.

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