The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 26

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 26**

**Magnus’s POV**

As the dawn broke over the city, the sun spilled its golden rays like molten treasure, illuminating the streets with a warm glow that felt almost magical. The air was infused with the earthy scent of smoke mingling with the gritty tang of concrete, a reminder that life thrived in every corner of this bustling metropolis. Yet, amidst the morning hustle, my senses honed in on the distinct aroma of Aysel, nestled comfortably under her covers like a small, content fox. Her breathing was soft and rhythmic, a gentle reminder of her presence that filled my heart with a sense of peace.

I had just returned from my early patrol, still shaking off the remnants of the night when the Moonvale Pack’s group chat erupted into a cacophony of notifications. Her phone buzzed violently against the counter, vibrating with the excitement of human chatter that was both perplexing and oddly endearing.

“Did you get yours?!”

“Got it! My husband is washing his hands to open the package—so careful, ha!”

“Mine’s posting ten pictures on social media right now!”

“Pics or it didn’t happen!”

I couldn’t help but snicker softly at their antics. Even without shifting into my wolf form, my acute hearing caught every playful jab and gleeful shriek that echoed through the apartment. To them, this was a feast worth celebrating; to me, it was an opportunity wrapped in the guise of breakfast deliveries.

Earlier, I had sent Jackson out on a mission. It was my idea to express our gratitude to the building for their unintentional support of Aysel—sending breakfast was a subtle, human-friendly gesture that kept her pack safe while showing appreciation. I didn’t need her to witness it, but now, the impact was unmistakable.

When Aysel finally stirred from her slumber, the apartment was drenched in warm, inviting light. She emerged from her cocoon, eyes still heavy with sleep, her hair a tousled mess that framed her face perfectly. The natural scent of berries and sun-kissed skin wafted off her, creating an invisible trail that lingered in the air.

“What’s going on?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she blinked at the flurry of notifications lighting up her phone.

I leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, allowing a small smirk to play at the corners of my mouth. “Your neighbors are losing their minds. Breakfast delivery—courtesy of our little pack’s gratitude.”

She frowned, confusion etching her features. “Breakfast?”

I handed her the phone, watching as she scrolled through the messages. Her initial drowsiness melted away, replaced by a mixture of delight and incredulity as the notifications cascaded across the screen.

‘It’s from 1601!’

‘Her mate ordered everyone a full feast from Grand Fortune Hall!’

‘Impossible to book! Even the Eastern Alpha Council dines there!’

‘Clearly wealthy… or madly in love.’

Aysel’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Mate?”

“Apparently, yes,” I replied lightly, savoring the moment. “The building has decided I’m your mate for the purposes of etiquette. I had Jackson distribute the breakfast to thank them for their… enthusiastic participation last night.”

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