The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 24

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 24**

**Magnus’s POV**

The thought of obliterating the pest lingering outside Aysel’s building was tantalizing. I could envision it vividly—his spine snapping under my hands, his blood staining the pavement like a warning to others. It would be so simple to end the problem once and for all.

But as I weighed the satisfaction of ridding the world of this eyesore against the urgent need to return home and nurture my little rose, my priorities became clear.

Even a beast, driven by instinct, understands the hierarchy of needs.

I’ve often heard that a deceased “white moon” shines brighter in the memories of those left behind than any living counterpart could ever hope to do. Perhaps there’s truth in that sentiment. Yet, I am not one to dwell on such romantic notions.

And let me be clear—I have no intention of “falling in love” with Aysel Vale. Love is a fragile, ephemeral thing, a human construct that I have no use for.

Still, the very idea of my pet fixating on another man fills me with a simmering rage.

Allowing that Alpha from Blackwood to meet a swift end would be far too merciful. No, I envision a far more exquisite fate for him—peeling away his layers, exposing his pretty lies alongside his rotting insides before her eyes. That would be infinitely more satisfying. I want her to gaze upon him and feel nothing but disgust, not a flicker of longing.

As I drove, my wolf, Rafe, stirred beneath my skin, a low growl of anticipation rumbling through me as he concocted a hundred and eight ways to ensure their severance was permanent.

Perhaps I could start with humiliation. A scandal, perhaps? Or maybe instilling a sense of fear?

Just the thought of it brought a grin to my lips.

Down by the greenbelt, I could sense Damon Blackwood, the Alpha, feeling the weight of my gaze—or perhaps just the ghost of it. His shoulders stiffened, a primal instinct whispering warnings of danger. But by the time he looked up, I had already passed him by.

The fool frowned, grumbling something about reckless drivers. I could almost hear his thoughts swirling in his mind—how he would buy Aysel a new place once they “made up.”

Pathetic.

He didn’t even recognize the predator lurking in the shadows, watching him with keen interest.

When he glanced up again, I was already gone, and his mind was lost in fantasies of their reunion, imagining the touch of what no longer belonged to him.

I parked in the underground garage, grabbed the plastic bags filled with groceries and a small cake, and took the elevator up. Aysel had just threatened to order food delivery if I didn’t hurry.

The things she said, the tone she used—most Alphas would take offense, but I found it rather endearing.

Inside the elevator, I encountered an elderly couple, sweet and harmless humans from the building.

Since my injuries had healed, I had ceased masking my scent—though I still maintained a subtle veil over my full Alpha presence. The concealment spells had worn off, and Aysel often insisted on dragging me out for late-night walks whenever she overindulged. The sight of us together had drawn plenty of attention.

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