The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216

Third Person’s POV

The gossip thread finally shot to the top of the pack’s

internal “nication channel after a flood of

rapid-fire reposts.

An hour later, once Magnus had settled Aysel into the Shadowbane Pack’s private resting den for her midday nap, he opened his work messages. As he scroll through the net

one line in the muted main group caught his eye.

Immediately, the gossip packmates in the smaller private group ignited again, claws tapping screens with the ferocity of wolves scenting fresh prey.

[Damn! Did I see that right?! Alpha Magnus just dropped a heap of red-envelope blessings!]

[Six-six-six! So many nine-nine-nines!! I’ve never seen this many in my life-whoever started the is a genius!]

[New tactic discovered for currying favor with the Alpha]

spam idea

[To everyone who worried Olivia from the Darkmoon Pack might throw her weight around because she’s related to the Alpha’s stepmother-look at this. This is your answer. Their bond was never good, and Alpha Magnus is clearly waving the banner for his own true mate.]

[He’s so in love.]

[He’s so in love.]

Another wave of ecstatic spam swept the screen.

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But in reality, while the packmates were convinced Ivy from the Darkmoon Pack would naturally align herself with her niece Olivia against Magnus, Ivy was at this very moment in a vicious quarrel with her own family.

Her fury rolled through the Darkmoon Pack estate like an unstable stormfront.

“James, what are you thinking?!” Ivy snarled, her wolf aura rising sharply. “I will never reconcile with that Shadowbane whelp. You want Olivia to approach him? Are you out of your mind?”

For Ivy, bowing to her stepson Magnus Sanchez was worse than dying.

The moment she remembered the anonymous recording she’d received earlier-Olivia’s confident vow that the family would choose her over Ivy-blood pounded behind Ivy’s eyes. The Darkmoon Pack had always been her strongest pillar of support. How could they betray her now?

James-one of the Darkmoon Pack’s senior heirs-pressed his fingers against his temples, exhausted by his sister’s volatile temper.

“Calm yourself,” he said.

He studied his sister-the same spoiled wolf who had grown up showered in affection, her arrogance only sharpened after marriage-and sighed deeply.

“Darkmoon is not what it used to be. And Magnus is not the boy he used to be either. Do you think I would ever let Olivia near him if we had any other path left?”

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Ivy’s jaw tensed, her chest rising and falling sharply.

James’s expression darkened, fatigue etched between his brows.

“Since Father stepped down, the Darkmoon Pack’s influence has already weakened. Recently, I’ve been besieged on all sides in the political arena. Lucas’s business ventu

whose claws are behind this?”

keep taking heavy hits. Do you not see

Years ago, when Ivy insisted on marrying Ulric Sanchez-despite him having a wife and child-James had protested fiercely. But Ivy was the elders’ darling, spoiled from birth, stubborn in love, and the elders eventually yielded. At that time, the Sanchez family was in turmoil-Phelan Sanchez died unexpectedly, Lyall vanished with a human woman, and Ulric was the only stable heir who could become the next Alpha. Their concession was strategic.

Ivy entered the Sanchez family, but at a terrible price.

Later, she committed foolish acts again, fueling a blood feud with her stepson Magnus.

When James learned his daughter Olivia had fallen for Magnus, he immediately forbade it. Magnus harbored nothing but hatred toward Darkmoon; how could he ever be gentle to Olivia? With Ivy as his stepmother, their families stood as natural enemies. No matter how it hurt his daughter, James had been resolute.

But the recent situation crushed his resistance.

And he realized, with deep sorrow: against the current Magnus Sanchez-Alpha of Shadowbane, continent’s strongest, heir of Rafe’s bloodline-they had no chance of winning.

James had observed Magnus quietly for a long time. The young Alpha was merciless, ice-blooded, unstoppable. He tore through obstacles like a wolf who carried ancient omens on his back-slaying gods, defying fate, unbound by fear.

He had no weaknesses.

Except one.

His emotions-his unwavering, singular devotion-mirroring that of his late mother.

That was their only fracture point. Their only hope.

If Olivia truly won his heart, if the two young wolves bonded, perhaps their families’ blood-soaked grudges could be dissolved through an alliance.

It was a last resort. But he had no choice.

He hadn’t told Ivy earlier because he knew she would fight it with everything she had.

She had already been humiliated by Raya and her son. Ivy’s pride was a mountain-unyielding, immovable, unwilling to bow.

Ivy lifted her chin, her eyes blazing.

“Darkmoon Pack is vast and deep-rooted. You expect me to believe we can’t contend with a feral stray? Didn’t he retreat once, four years ago?”

SHOOK HIS FICaus

“That was four years ago.”

And only recently had he finally understood something he once missed.

Four years ago, Magnus had returned from abroad like lightning storm-young, vicious, unstoppable. He seized control of the entire Sanchez lineage, stripping stien’s authority and consolidating power under

his own claws.

When Magnus broke Ulric Sanchez’s leg, the Darkmoon Pack, led by Ivy’s tearful pleas, had grown wary. The two sides exchanged shallow blows. But Magnus never escalated it to a family-level war. He took his pound of flesh-but nothing crippling enough to force Darkmoon into retaliation.

Now, in hindsight, it was obvious.

He’d done it on purpose.

He targeted Ulric, but left Ivy untouched. That prevented the Darkmoon Pack from uniting against him. He could have fought them head-on, but the cost would have been steep, and he himself had predators surrounding him at the time.

Magnus Sanchez was a patient hunter-precise, calculating, ancient in instinct.

Those minor conflicts had been smoke screens.

Disguises.

Traps.

Many of James’s political enemies today… were pawns Magnus had positioned even back then.

This young Alpha possessed a mind that chilled even James-an old fox of the political domain.

James looked at his sister, still stubborn as a cornered wolf.

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