The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274

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After a whole night of playing cat and mouse, Aysel was still brimming with energy. Back in her suite, she sighed with a mix of amazement and gossip.

“So… Damon Blackwood and Celestine Ward really play rough,” she remarked, her tone light, almost amused.

Magnus glanced at her, a faint, dangerous curve at the corner of his lips-an Alpha’s smile that never quite reached warmth.

“Did you enjoy the view?”

Aysel laughed and threw herself into his arms, fingers boldly brushing over the hard lines of his abdomen, where Alpha muscle coiled like a restrained beast.

“Not as good-looking as my Alpha,” she said sweetly. “Not even close.”

Magnus gave a soft, humorless scoff.

“So you did look.”

The air around him dipped several degrees, Shadowbane dominance rolling outward like a cold tide. Sensing the coming reckoning, Aysel’s gaze flickered guiltily. She pinched her thumb and forefinger together.

“Just… a tiny bit?”

She clung to his waist, shamelessly wheedling.

“It’s not like I wanted to look at another man. I opened the door and they were already… in heat.”

Magnus bent his fingers and lightly scraped them over her cheek, the intimate gesture carrying a possessive warning only wolves truly understood.

“Then should your mate help wash your eyes clean, hm

Aysel’s gaze instinctively drifted to his chest—broad, powerful, marked faintly with the scars of battles fought and survived.

The temperature dropped again.

“You looked at that too?” Magnus asked softly.

Aysel: “…

The night after the storm finally calmed.

The massive ship cut steadily through the dark sea, its engines humming like a sleeping leviathan.

But in one lavish suite, the real tempest was only beginning.

Only then did Aysel realize-Magnus’s jealousy over another male’s scent was just a pretext. The real reckoning was something else entirely.

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Her long lashes trembled, tears clinging to them as her ale skin flushed with heat. Her lips parted, breath unsteady, caught between pleasure and torment. Her wolf whined softly beneath the surface.

He refused to let her crest.

“Baby,” Magnus murmured, voice low and rough, “promise me-promise your Alpha. No more throwing yourself into danger.”

He kissed her slowly, deliberately, his lips mapping her kin as sweat rolled down the powerful lines of his back. His wolf, Rafe, pressed close beneath the skin, restless and fierce.

“Mm-“Aysel whimpered, lifting her hips instinctively.till refusing to answer.

“Be good.” he coaxed, voice velvet-soft but unyielding. Our Aysel is always obedient. Say it. Say you’ll never put yourself in harm’s way again.”

He withdrew just enough to make her ache, watching her with dark, restrained hunger as she reached for something just out of reach. Unable to resist, he bent again, stealing a kiss that left her breathless.

After savoring her taste, he finally gave her a fraction.

“Aysel,” he asked quietly, “do you want it?”

She hooked her arms around his neck, knowing he was forcing her to choose-to place her own safety above her pride. But stubborn as ever, she refused to yield.

“Magnus Sanchez,” she whispered shakily, “you’re awful

He sighed.

How could she be so stubborn-so fragile, so fierce, so unbearably lovable?

In the end, he couldn’t bear her suffering. After a long, brutal stalemate, he relented, sparing both her and himself.

As they sank together into that deep, consuming bond, it struck him with sudden clarity:

Love was this-constant worry, constant yearning. Pain and sweetness twisted together, sharp and intoxicating.

Beyond the windows, the endless sea mirrored a sky strewn with stars. The wind surged across the deck, snapping sails and scattering shards of silver light across the water, folding everything into the lingering heat of the night.

Elsewhere on the ship, in another room, the temperature felt cold enough to freeze blood.

Damon stood there, eyes burning red, staring at Celestine-who was barely covered by torn, hastily gathered clothing.

“Why are you here?” he demanded, every word ground out through clenched teeth.

The thought of Aysel witnessing him entangled with Celestine sent a fresh wave of agony through his chest. After tonight, even if Aysel ever broke her bond with Magnus, there would be no future for Damon.

She despised Celestine. She would never accept a male hinted by her scent.

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Damon’s gaze was sharper than claws, filled with naked hatred.

Celestine had already recovered from her initial panic. he laughed lightly, unconcerned.

“What are you angry about? Didn’t you hear? There we door from outside, you might already be dragged off as Blackwood would still pay a fortune to ransom you?”

“I’d rather die.” Damon spat.

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kidnappers on board tonight. If I hadn’t locked the bargaining chip. Do you really think Alpha

Her expression darkened briefly before smoothing out gain.

“But you didn’t. And you slept with me.”

She knew exactly where to cut.

“Damon Blackwood, Aysel saw everything. She saw how you clung to me, how you begged like a dog in heat. In her eyes now, you’re filthy. Do you think there’s any difference between you and me to her? The moment you allowed me near, you became her enemy.”

She watched his face drain of color and pressed on mercilessly.

“If you hate me so much, why do you keep softerling? Why give me hope again and again? If you truly didn’t want me, you should’ve driven me away. Tonight only happened because you opened the door. If it were Magnus Sanchez, do you think he’d ever open it for another female?”

This was her last chance.

Earlier, in the infirmary, the healer had given them medication to prevent infection after falling into the sea. She had bribed a steward, slipping the drug meant for Dariusz’s memorial wine into Damon’s water instead.

When the effect should have peaked, she knocked-claiming her medicine was missing, that she couldn’t find a healer. Half-conscious, Damon had pulled her inside. He’d tried to leave at first, but the door wouldn’t open. When she undressed and approached, he could only sink helplessly into the trap.

Now Damon bent forward, covering his face as regretful tears seeped through his fingers.

When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with murderous loathing.

“You schemed against me just to humiliate me in front of Aysel? What do you want?”

Celestine smiled faintly.

“Aysel’s appearance was an accident. I don’t enjoy being watched.”

Then she finally spoke her true aim, voice cold as frost.

“Damon Blackwood, I want you to marry me.”

“Impossible!” he snapped.

“You think sleeping with me once means I’ll take responsibility?” he sneered viciously. “Celestine Ward, you’re nothing but a disgraced slut now. Why are you so desperate? So eager to crawl into a man’s bed? Even street whores have more pride than you!”

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