The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 6

Aysel’s POV

Silence fell heavy. Every gaze turned toward the two of them—perfect pair, radiant in the morning light.

I smiled without warmth. “Don’t worry. The only dirty thing here is how clean you all pretend to be.”

Lykos snapped, “You’re just jealous. He’s helping her because she’s weak!”

“Right, right,” I said, my tone sharp as a blade. “In a room full of people, she’s the only delicate one—and somehow, she just happens to fall into my mate’s arms. And Damon? Oh, he’s just too kind, right? So kind he couldn’t help but hold her. One day if they end up in the same bed, it’ll probably be because everyone else around was blind.”

My chest rose and fell as I forced a bitter laugh. “Honestly, I look at them both and can’t tell who’s filthier—two perfectly matched garbage bins overflowing with lies.”

“Aysel, you’ve misunderstood,” Damon said, his voice tight. He’d already pulled away from Celestine the moment I turned. But hearing him defend her—again—scraped something raw inside me.

“Misunderstood?” I tilted my head, meeting his eyes. “Damon, do you even know how many times you’ve said that to me over the years?”

He froze. “I can explain. There’s a reason—”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Intentions didn’t matter in the wolf realm. A bond was measured by what you did, not what you claimed to feel. And Damon had stood against me too many times to count.

“About the coronation ceremony—” Luna Evelyn began.

“Coronation?” I cut her off, my lips curling. “The vows didn’t even happen. What’s there to coronate?”

“What do you mean?” Evelyn blinked, startled.

Everyone stared at me—Damon, Alpha Remus, Lykos, Fenrir. Only Celestine’s eyes gleamed faintly in the candlelight, as if she’d been waiting for this moment.

“Do you really not understand?” I turned back to Damon. “Yesterday, when you walked away from me, I told you—if you leave, we’re done. So let me make it clearer: Damon Blackwood, we’re over. I don’t want you anymore.”

“No!” His voice cracked like thunder. “I don’t agree to that.”

He looked like he’d been struck across the skull. I could see the muscles in his jaw trembling.

He’d been in my life since I was three years old—two decades of shared breath, shared hunts, shared promises. He was my destined mate… or so I’d believed.

“You don’t mean that,” he said, trying to steady his voice. “You’re angry. Take it back, Aysel.”

I didn’t answer him. My gaze slid to Luna Evelyn instead. “The breakup’s been made official. If you don’t want an coronation ceremony without a bride, now’s your chance to cancel it.”

“Enough!” Alpha Remus’s roar shook the hall. “The bond between Moonvale and Blackwood was agreed upon long ago! You think mating alliances are some childish game? You begged to marry him when you were a pup. Now you throw it away like it’s nothing? You think the world revolves around your temper?”

I met his glare coldly. “Then you can marry him yourself. Or better yet…” My eyes flicked toward Celestine. “Don’t you already have another daughter?”

“Aysel!” Damon’s voice broke. “You know I only love you.”

I laughed once, hollow. “I used to believe that too.”

Before anyone could respond, the heavy oak door creaked open. A new enforcer stepped in, still smelling faintly of rain and iron.

“Vale?” he said, brows lifting. “Well, well—wasn’t she here last night too?”

The words froze the room.

He was one of the enforcers who’d handled last night’s rogue incident. Apparently, fate wanted to make a spectacle of me.

“You know Aysel?” Damon turned sharply.

“What trouble did she cause last time?” Alpha Remus growled, his patience snapping.

Fenrir scoffed. “The Enforcer Hall might as well give her a permanent cell. Does she think she’s still in her rebellious phase?”

They condemned me easily, their words sharp and practiced.

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