The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277

Third Person’s POV

Ulric Sanchez’s pupils shrank violently.

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The crack of the whip tore through the air like a hunting strike. Panic seized him. He twisted to evade, but his injured leg failed him mid-motion. With a sharp smack, the wheelchair overturned, and Ulric crashed to the stone floor in humiliating disarray.

He looked up in terror-

Straight into Aysel’s eyes.

They were bright, blazing, feral-like a small wolf guarding her kill, fur bristled, flames burning in her gaze.

“What are you doing?!” Ulric shouted, both shocked and furious.

Aysel sneered, flicking the whip loosely as its tail hissed against the ground.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m whipping you.”

“I’m his father!” Ulric roared. In his entire life, he had never seen a daughter-in-law who dared raise a weapon against an elder-let alone in front of the pack Alpha.

Aysel’s voice cut like a blade.

“Only those who raise and protect are elders worthy of respect. What are you? You think you can bare your fatherhood before Magnus?” Her eyes burned. “Do you think he’s still that five- or six-year-old cub- bullied, cornered, with no one to bare their fangs for him?”

Ulric’s breath hitched.

“Magnus! Control her!”

The words tore from his throat, sharp and desperate.

Aysel laughed coldly.

“Calling him won’t help. You and I don’t share blood. Whipping you is exactly what you deserve.”

The chill that had long clung to Magnus had already dispersed. Now, he watched with an almost lazy smile, spreading his hands helplessly.

“Well, you heard her. In this den, I don’t make the rules

Ulric nearly choked on his own breath.

Coming here, thinking he could talk-that was his greatest mistake.

Who could have known that Aysel would tear apart every rule of civility without blinking?

Arrogant beyond measure. Wild to the bone.

Ulric rolled clumsily across the ground, scrambling to avoid the whip. For a moment, he was thrown back years-to that dark, chaotic birthday feast of Bastien Sanchez, when the lights had gone out and Ivy had

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lashed him across the face with a thorned branch, again and again, while no one helped him.

The same helplessness. The same humiliation.

“Stop–stop!” he shouted hoarsely. “If you don’t want to save Olivia, then don’t! I’ll leave, alright? I’ll leave!”

He truly feared her now.

To cross paths with Aysel Vale-what sins had the Sanchez family committed in past lives?

But his words only fueled her fury.

Aysel’s eyes reddened at the rims, rage trembling through her frame.

“Anyone in this world can beg mercy for Olivia-anyone but you!”

Her voice cracked as she spoke for Magnus, injustice bleeding through every word.

“When Magnus and his mother were bullied and trampled in the old den-when everyone mocked them, humiliated them-where were you? You couldn’t even protect your own mate and cub. And now you want to play the hero?”

She lashed the whip again, the sound sharp as thunder.

You stand up for the niece of the woman who hurt them. Ulric Sanchez, your shamelessness is astounding. Do you sleep well at night?!”

The memory of those unbearable photographs surged up in her mind. Her grip tightened, hatred flaring as she struck again.

“How could you treat him like this?!”

Ulric had never once been kind to Magnus-yet he expected a few hollow words of regret to earn back the title of father.

Why?

What right did he have?

The moment Aysel mentioned Raya, Ulric froze.

The strength drained from his body. His eyes went distant, unfocused, as if his soul had slipped loose. He stopped resisting altogether, collapsing into stillness.

It was Magnus who moved first.

He caught Aysel before she could strike again-not for Ulric’s sake, but because letting such filth wound her heart was not worth it.

Magnus pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss the corners of her reddened eyes.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured softly. “We’re not angry anymore. He can’t hurt me now. I’ll have him driven out, alright?”

“Good girl… don’t cry.” His hand smoothed down her back, steady and soothing, Alpha scent wrapping around her like a shield.

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Aysel had been driven past reason by Ulric’s hypocrisy.he one truly wronged was Magnus-always been. She buried her face against his chest and clutchedhim tightly.

“I don’t want him in our den”

“Alright.” Magnus whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead. “Whatever my mate wants.

When he looked at Ulric again, his gaze was colder than frozen abyss.

The servants from the old estate-along with several black-clad enforcers-rushed in.

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