The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 240

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 240**

The air was thick with unrestrained whispers, each one slicing through the atmosphere like a finely honed blade, sharp and merciless.

Luna Evelyn felt the sting of those words, each one a reminder of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface of her carefully curated life.

But what truly cut her to the core was the shock and disbelief reflected in the eyes of her two sons. Their gazes, once filled with admiration and love for their gentle, seemingly perfect mother, now brimmed with confusion and betrayal. They could hardly fathom that the nurturing figure they had cherished could conceal such darkness within her heart.

“No… no…” she cried, her voice trembling as she shook her head vigorously, as if to dispel the very thoughts that haunted her. “It was Aysel’s recklessness that led to my sister’s death! I never wanted this! Yes—yes, it was all because of that accident! I loved Aysel too!”

“An accident?” Jackson’s brow arched skeptically, his tone laced with incredulity. “Yes, that so-called accident. The one that irrevocably altered the destinies of both Celestine and Aysel.”

His gaze drifted to the memorial stand, where a smiling black-and-white portrait of Yuna Ward seemed to mock them with its serenity.

“Are we truly convinced it was merely an accident?” he mused, his voice deceptively calm.

“Our Lady Yuna Ward now appears to be the epitome of a perfect, blameless victim, doesn’t she?”

Alpha Remus’s body tensed, instinctively reacting to Jackson’s insinuation. His pupils constricted, a primal alarm ringing in his mind.

“What are you suggesting?” he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Jackson lifted his chin defiantly. “Present the gift to our birthday guest.”

At his command, a bodyguard stepped forward, placing a box heavy with memories into Luna Evelyn’s trembling hands.

Disbelief washed over her like a cold wave. Her fingers faltered as she struggled to maintain her grip—until Fenrir, ever her steadfast protector, reached out to steady the box for her.

Impossible.

Could it be that Yuna Ward’s death concealed a deeper truth, one that had eluded her for so long?

What had all her years of obsession and hatred truly amounted to?

Luna Evelyn stared at the box as if it were a cursed artifact, dredged up from the depths of despair. Yet, despite the dread coiling in her stomach, she found herself unable to open it.

Nearby, Zane, who had been holding back his emotions for far too long, finally erupted:

“Should I open it for everyone?”

Fenrir shot him a warning glare, a silent plea for restraint.

Zane clicked his tongue in frustration and turned back to Jackson. “You can’t let the entire hall starve on half-truths, can you? Since we’re already digging into the past, we might as well serve the whole meal.”

The surrounding Alphas, Lunas, and guests nodded in silent agreement, their eyes glinting with a predatory curiosity that set the atmosphere ablaze.

Jackson managed a faint smile, a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation swirling within him.

“Of course. If we are to unearth old wounds, then nothing should remain shrouded in darkness.”

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