The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 27

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 27**

**Aysel’s POV**

“Magnus… do you think I have a crush on you?”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, my tail flicking playfully beneath the covers, a remnant of my wolfish instincts. It always amused me how our conversations danced on the edge of provocation, a constant game of teasing that seemed to come so naturally to us.

“I permit you to entertain small thoughts about me,” he replied, his voice a smooth, teasing drawl that wrapped around me like predatory silk.

“Oh please, I suggest you cleanse your mind of such ridiculous notions,” I shot back, baring my teeth in a mock threat, the laughter bubbling just beneath the surface.

Even in the sanctuary of our private moments, we never managed to maintain two minutes of sincere seriousness. It was peculiar—two wolves, both notorious for their icy, controlled facades, somehow managing to weave mischief and flirtation into every exchange.

“Miss Vale, you speak in half-truths. You tell me to leave, yet here you are, seducing me,” he said, that infuriating calmness of his washing over me like a tide.

I followed his gaze, and my stomach dropped. The loose sleepwear I had thrown on was bunched awkwardly, revealing far more than I had intended as I sat on the rug between the tea table and the sofa. My heart raced, a rush of warmth flooding my cheeks as fur prickled along my spine—a primal warning. I shot my hands up instinctively to cover myself, feeling exposed.

“You’re yelling at nothing!” I exclaimed, my voice higher than I intended, cheeks blazing like a bonfire.

Magnus lounged casually on the sofa, leaning back with that infuriatingly relaxed demeanor. “You haven’t realized yet? The whole neighborhood knows. They think we’re the perfect pair—Aysel Vale and Magnus Sanchez, the unmatched power couple of the Moonvale precincts.”

A scream escaped my lips, and before I could think, my palm connected sharply with his chest in a swift slap. “What rumors have you spread outside?”

“I’ve merely done a small good deed,” he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. The Alpha scent that clung to him—strong, commanding, metallic—made it impossible to deny the satisfaction he derived from the chaos he had stirred.

I slumped back, overwhelmed by the absurdity of it all. One moment, I was a recovering single wolf of the Vale bloodline; the next, I was thrust into a world where I was supposedly married by mere rumor alone.

“What if you leave after this is all settled?” My voice trembled with frustration, my claws lightly digging into the rug beneath me, an instinctive response to the turmoil within.

Magnus didn’t shy away. Instead, he leaned in, his wolf instincts coiling around us like a taut wire, the scent of him sharp and intoxicating in my nostrils. “The best way to silence the gossip is to confirm it,” he murmured, his tone low and dangerously inviting.

I raised my head, my fangs glinting in the soft light. “What do you mean?”

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