The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 225

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 225**

**Finished**

In the absence of Magnus, life within the Moonvale Pack would have continued in a monotonous rhythm, treating Aysel like a mere pawn in their game, pushing her along paths she had no desire to traverse, dictating her actions as if her own desires were inconsequential. They had spoken of love, but their hollow declarations often rang false, leaving behind invisible scars that only she could perceive.

Aysel was not one to bend easily to the will of others, especially not to an engagement that felt forced upon her. Yet, the cost of breaking free from their grasp would have been monumental—far greater than anyone could fathom. Regret, when voiced, was insufficient; they needed to experience a fraction of the torment they had inflicted upon her.

Magnus leaned down, his warm muzzle brushing against hers in a tender gesture. “Next year, I promise to give you a birthday celebration that will be truly grand.”

Aysel chuckled softly, her fingers gently gliding over his lips, wiping away a hint of rouge. “A grand birthday… it pales in comparison to a simple, peaceful one.”

He tightened his grip on her hand, his voice a soothing blend of gentleness and authority, the deep timbre of his Alpha presence wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. “Alright then. We shall celebrate it in a way that pleases you.”

Aysel beamed, the sunlight dancing off her fur, illuminating her features. Her paw instinctively reached up to adjust the ceremonial neckwrap that adorned him. “Mr. Sanchez, you look remarkably dashing today.”

Magnus’s eyes sparkled with playful humor as he leaned his forehead against hers. “I must at least match the beauty of Moonvale’s finest, wouldn’t you agree?”

Aysel’s laughter bubbled forth, her eyes crinkling with delight as she pressed a quick nuzzle against his muzzle. “So handsome and charming… he’s all mine.”

Magnus pulled her close, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other, his tail brushing against hers in a gesture of subtle possession. “Indeed… you are mine.”

In that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of belonging.

A wife of unparalleled beauty, he had no desire to flaunt her before the world. He was fortunate enough to possess a visage that she adored, a feature that would stave off the monotony of everyday life for a while longer.

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