The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 29

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 29**

**Aysel’s POV**

Magnus’s words reverberated relentlessly in my mind: “Marry me.”

They lingered in the stillness of my apartment, heavy and persistent, like the ominous growl of a wolf lurking in the shadows. I found myself grappling with the weight of those words, uncertain of their meaning—at least for now. Part of me yearned to banish him from my thoughts entirely, while another part—one that I dared not acknowledge—quivered at the mere thought of his proposal. My instincts were at war, torn between desire and caution.

Magnus was no ordinary Alpha; he was the jewel of the Shadowbane Pack, a force of nature whose very essence clung to me, even from miles away. I could feel his presence in my bones, an intoxicating mixture of power and danger. My wolf side stirred restlessly within me, yearning to break free, to hunt and run wild, shedding the human facade I wore like a mask.

So I resolved to push those thoughts aside, at least for tonight. I would allow the vibrant pulse of the city to envelop me, letting my wolf roam in the chaos illuminated by neon lights.

Skylar found me effortlessly, as she always did. The Frostfang heiress had a knack for tracking me down, and the moment I stepped into the bustling bar, she seized my arm and guided me to a plush corner booth with her signature commanding presence.

“You’ve practically been hibernating in that apartment,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “If someone didn’t know better, they might think you’ve unearthed a treasure trove beneath your floorboards!”

I smirked, taking a sip from my glass, the cool liquid soothing my nerves. A treasure trove? Hardly. But there was one Alpha whose worth was immeasurable… though I hadn’t yet shared Magnus’s existence with Skylar.

For the past month, I had maintained my distance, carefully concealing Magnus’s movements, dodging any potential complications. I had used deadlines and “work” as convenient excuses to keep myself out of the Frostfangs’ orbit. But here, amid the smoky haze of bourbon and the pulsing bass, I felt a sense of liberation. I leaned in and recounted the past few weeks in hushed tones, allowing the thrill of excitement to seep into my voice just enough to ignite the spark in Skylar’s eyes.

“Holy hell,” she gasped, leaning in closer, her curiosity piqued. “So all this time, you’ve been making secret moves? Damn, sister, I should have known! Pulling the Shadowbane heir into your orbit? You’re going to own the Imperial City one day.”

I let my fingers glide over the rim of my glass, striving to keep my expression nonchalant. “I haven’t made any decisions yet,” I replied softly, my heart racing at the thought.

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