The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 5

Aysel’s POV

Daylight spilled through the tall windows of the Moonvale Enforcement Hall, harsh and cold as judgment.

Different guards were on shift now—wolves I didn’t recognize.

When they heard that the one who called the Enforcers was also the prime suspect, they froze for a moment, brows furrowed, scent laced with disbelief.

Usually, a wolf who dared to walk into the Enforcement Hall of their own accord, asking to prove their innocence, was either a fool… or truly clean.

They took one look at me—at the bloodstains still faint on my sleeve, at my calm face—and their instincts tilted toward the latter.

But the victim’s companions were loud, dramatic, swearing on the Moon Goddess herself. So the officers did what they had to—protocol over instinct.

Then came the part that made the air shift:

The “victim” and I belonged to the same Pack.

Celestine Ward—the Moonvale’s precious adopted daughter, always bathed in Luna Evelyn’s affection.

And me—the real daughter, standing alone on the other side of the room, demanding an investigation.

The female Enforcer doing the record blinked at the family tree for a long minute before muttering, “Moon help me,” under her breath.

I didn’t blame her.

Even from the outside, this was the kind of twisted Pack drama wolves gossip about for years.

Just a few hours ago, Alpha Remus had slapped me bloody in front of everyone. Fenrir glared like I’d killed his mate. Lykos practically growled my name like it was a curse.

And Damon, my supposed fiancé—had held Celestine as she coughed softly, pale and delicate, like the perfect Luna-in-training.

Watching him hover, the Enforcer’s eyes darkened with disgust.

Her scent turned sharp with judgment.

“You expect me to believe that girl tried to kill this one? Sure.”

If wolves could roll their eyes out loud, she just had.

The way Damon brushed Celestine’s hair back, how her trembling fingers clung to his sleeve—it was obscene. The kind of thing that made every instinct in me want to bare my fangs.

But I didn’t.

I just sat there, calm as ice, answering questions, voice steady.

The Enforcer—young, sharp, and probably the only one here with a working brain—watched me for a while, then quietly placed a cup of hot tea in front of me.

And a small bar of chocolate.

I almost smiled. She must’ve noticed how the Moonvale servants didn’t even bring me breakfast. Their loyalty began and ended with whoever the Luna favored.

The case itself wasn’t complicated.

The driver confessed.

He was hired—but not by me.

The name that came out stunned everyone.

Aine Rook.

A dancer from the Bluemoon Pack. Celestine’s rival in their shared troupe.

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