The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Third Person’s POV

Aysel did not know that her pack had been reminded of her existence after a recent dispute. And even if she did, she would not have cared.

Her days were packed-racing to finish her sketches, accompanying Magnus during occasional daylight duties, and nights spent playing under the moonlight until it hung low in the sky. Life moved fast, but she was used to it.

A few nights ago, Julia had told her that their new lunar performance had finally premiered in the M Territory, met with fervent praise. The packs and emissaries alike lauded Julia’s solo performances as legendary, and Sofia intended to lead the troupe on a global tour. The choreography, a rare creation from an Eastern pack’s prodigy, drew invitations from numerous influential packs wishing to collaborate. Aysel was not opposed-if the proposal suited her, she would entertain it.

But work could wait. Tonight was the night of the yacht gathering they had long anticipated. Magnus had arranged his duties early, intending to spend several nights by Aysel’s side.

The sky was clear when they boarded. Magnus had chosen to wear the matching attire they had picked together during a rare excursion into the city, marking them unmistakably as a bonded pair.

From a distance, Serena spotted them walking hand in hand. Meanwhile, Zane, Serena’s cousin, had been stealing glances, his eyes lingering with curiosity.

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“Don’t you see who stands beside her? Keep your eyes to yourself,” Aysel’s cousin Zane’s sibling warned, her voice carrying the weight of a low, warning growl.

Zane shivered, instantly straightening. “I was just… admiring, truly. No other intent,” he stammered.

Serena laughed softly, “Such courage you have, little wolf.”

Zane forced a polite grin but inwardly cursed. Facing Serena was dangerous, and Magnus-the Alpha of the Shadowbane Pack, her mate-was protective beyond reason. He had heard tales of how the Alpha would guard his bonded mate as if she were the very essence of his pack, holding her delicately yet fiercely. Compared to that, Serena’s mischief was a minor threat.

Quietly, Zane retreated, aware that surviving in this pack-dominated world required discretion.

Serena, sensing the atmosphere, approached Aysel. Though a little tipsy from the midday celebrations, she came as a guest. Originally hoping to entice Aysel into a game, she found her rival had already arrived. Still, showing respect to Magnus and Aysel was wise; a clever wolf knows when to pick her battles. With a polite nod and a few laughs, Serena excused herself to pursue her own diversions, leaving the bonded pair their

space.

The yacht gathering was formally set for nightfall, but festivities stretched over two days and nights, allowing the wolves to roam freely under the sun. Since the incident with Dariusz, Aysel had not felt the calm of the sea. Standing by the rail, fur brushing in the salty breeze, she exhaled softly, eyes following the swooping seabirds, lips curving in quiet contentment.

Magnus observed her, a faint wolfish smile on his lips. “Our pack has its own yacht. If you like it, Aysel, I will take you out to sea every year.”

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Aysel’s eyes curved warmly as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “You know how to sail it?” she asked.

Magnus arched an eyebrow. “Of course.”

She pressed closer, teasing. “Magnus, you really do know everything.”

He let a slow, rare smile spread across his face, reflecting on past victories and victories to come. Then he called her name softly, low and intimate:

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