The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Third Person’s POV

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Fmished

The afternoon had been a whirlwind of scent, shadow, and whispered pack gossip. Even among the wolves of the city, the romance between Magnusand Aysel had drawn sighs of relief and approval. Normal, steady bonds seemed easier to digest than the tangled webs of ambition and desire elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Damon carried Celestine back to her den. Along the way, a call from his mother, the matriarch of the Blackwood Pack, pierced his fur with reprimands, warning that the Thunderfang Pack was furious and had blocked him from further negotiations. Damon pressed

paw to his forehead, exhausted. Matters of the heart never bent in his favor.

“Damon…” Celestine murmured, lips pressed tight, “I think I’ve caused you trouble again.”

He shook his head, the motion heavy with fatigue. “It’s not your fault.”

Yet he hesitated, low growl vibrating in his throat. “Even so… I need to make this clear. I cannot be responsible for you forever, Celestine. This ends here.”

Since the day he had intervened to reduce her time in the Moonvale Pack’s detention pens, he no longer owed her anything. His life could not slide into the depths merely to compensate for past debts.

Celestine’s body stiffened. Though she had sensed his permission for his mother to dissolve their engagement, the

years she had invested in Damon were not easily discarded. Letting go was a bitter thought. And Damon, in his Alpha might, was the best she could hope to grasp.

Yet she did not reveal her longing. Her ears flattened briefly, and she inclined her head in quiet understanding. “I understand. I am a burden to everyone now.”

“But, Damon,” she hesitated, scenting the delicate pause like a trembling breeze, “may I occasionally use your name… for family matters?”

Damon’s brow furrowed, the cold, silver eyes of a pack Alpha narrowing. “The Moonvale Pack mistreats you?”

She smiled ruefully, the ghost of a growl in her throat. “You know… to uphold the honor of the Moonvale Pack as the home of a prodigy dancer, I made a misstep, and the company suffered some impact.” Her tail flicked, but the unspoken words were clear: a ward whose value had waned was no longer welcomed by the family.

Damon exhaled slowly, a puff of visible breath in the chill evening air. “I will escort you inside. myself.”

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“Thank you,” Celestine said, a genuine, fleeting smile brightening her features.

Finished

As they entered the Moonvale den, Fenrir’s eyes, the eldest son of the pack, narrowed in suspicion. But Damon’s Alpha presence immediately filled the space with authority, and his voice cut through the tense air.

“Fenrir,” Damon said, fur bristling subtly, “Celestine’s mother has served your pack loyally. Do not go too far in your treatment.”

Fenrir, caught between family pride and Damon’s Alpha warning, bristled. “What do you

mean?”

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