The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279

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Just like Ivy, who was collapsing under the weight of her own fate, Luna Blackwood was on the verge of losing her mind as well.

Her son had gone out on a single trip-and returned with a wife.

Staring at the two marriage certificates on the table, the covers stamped in glaring crimson like freshly sealed blood contracts, she clenched her jaw and glared at Damon Blackwood.

“I sent you to expand our alliances, to court noble she-wolves from powerful packs,” she snapped. “And this is what you brought back?”

Across from her, Alpha Blackwood-Damon’s father-had gone numb. He had always known it. Sooner or later, this son of his would fall straight into Celestine Ward’s trap.

Damon lowered his head, standing perfectly still as he endured his parents’ disappointment-and Quentin’s barely concealed schadenfreude. He seemed disconnected from the world around him, as if sound and sight no longer reached him.

The moment the mating registration had been finalized it was as though iron chains had wrapped around his soul.

He knew it with chilling clarity:

for the rest of his life, he would never escape Celestine’s mark.

Celestine smiled and looped her arm possessively through Damon’s, her fingers tight, territorial.

“Father, Mother,” she said sweetly, “we’ll leave the wedding arrangements to you.”

Mrs. Blackwood’s restraint finally shattered. She flung her teacup to the floor, porcelain exploding like bone

under force.

“Whoever approved this farce can prepare it themselves. I won’t be involved.”

Alpha Blackwood rose as well, his face cold.

“A daughter-in-law who’s been imprisoned brings shame to the Blackwood Pack. We can’t afford that disgrace.”

Celestine’s expression twisted.

How ironic.

The Blackwood elders had once praised her endlessly-her pedigree, her obedience, her usefulness. Now, they looked at her as if she were filth beneath their paws. The reversal was worse than outright hatred.

But no matter what, she had to secure her place in the Blackwood Pack.

After the public fallout at Luna Evelyn’s birthday feast-when blades had been drawn openly-Celestine had already left the Moonvale Pack, renting a small apartment on her own. It was cramped, suffocating, nothing like the sprawling estates she had grown up in.

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Worse still, her resources were drying up. The money she had once siphoned endlessly was now finite. Every coin spent was gone for good.

She needed the title of Blackwood Luna-to-be.

There was another shadow pressing on her chest: Fenrirwould eventually discover that she had sold the patent to a rival pack. When that happened, he would cone for her.

She needed the Blackwood Pack’s protection.

Once the elders left, Celestine dropped the act entirely and turned to Damon, her eyes sharp and demanding.

“We must hold a wedding.”

A union without public acknowledgment was meaningless. Without witnesses, without celebration, how could she walk among the packs with her head held high?

Damon let out a low, broken laugh.

Ever since disembarking from the ship, he had looked like a dead wolf-his spirit gutted. Celestine’s irritation flared. She had been counting on him to restore his Alpha prestige, to make her the most envied Luna in the eastern territories.

“Damon Blackwood!” she snapped. “What is that attitude?!”

Without a word, Damon pulled a bank card from his packet and flicked it toward her.

It struck her cheek.

“If you want it,” he said flatly, “do it yourself.”

He looked at her contorted expression and laughed again, hollow and sharp.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Not enough?”

He took out several more cards and tossed them at her feet.

“Take them. Take everything.”

Then he staggered away, unshaven, eyes bloodshot, grabbing another bottle of red wine from the table as he left.

Behind them, Quentin, who had enjoyed the entire spectacle, sauntered over with a grin and draped an arm around Celestine’s shoulder.

“Didn’t my brother say it already?” he said lazily. “Handle it yourself, Sister-in-Law. Don’t worry-I’ll fully support you. I’ll make sure to prepare a very generous gift on the wedding day.”

Celestine slapped his hand away in disgust.

Quentin only laughed, utterly unbothered, and soon left to find company for the night.

He had been right all along.

Celestine Ward was Damon Blackwood’s bane.

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The Damon who had once stood prond beside Aysel Vasharp, driven, radiant with Alpha vitality-was gone. In just two days and one night, he had been dragged back into ruin

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