The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 64

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 64**

**Aysel’s POV**

Damon’s voice flowed over me like a silken ribbon, smooth and enticing, capable of disarming even the most venomous of serpents.

“The feast is brimming with all your favorite sweets, Aysel. If you start to feel weary, don’t hesitate to take a moment to rest.”

He spoke as if nothing had transpired between us, as if the shadows of betrayal and deceit could be swept away beneath the lavish trays of candied fruits and spiced wine.

I tilted my head slightly, allowing a hint of a grin to break through, though it might have appeared more like a baring of teeth.

“Do you genuinely believe this engagement will unfold tonight?”

For a fleeting second, I noticed a flicker of uncertainty in his golden eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the steely resolve characteristic of an Alpha.

“It will happen. I will ensure it.”

Then, with a softer, almost probing tone, he ventured, “Does Magnus Sanchez know about what’s to come tonight? You and he…”

I rolled my eyes, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the air.

“Don’t drag anyone else into this mess.”

Leaning in closer, I let a chill of my wolf’s amusement seep into my voice, a playful glint dancing in my gaze.

“How about a wager? If you can remain in this hall—without losing your temper or shattering the illusion—until my father announces our union, I’ll go along with it. But if you fail, Damon, you must stop declaring your love for me. For good.”

His pupils flared wide, a tempest swirling within them. “You’re serious?”

“Swear it on the Moon.”

He fell silent, but that stillness spoke volumes, an unspoken promise binding us.

Beyond the marble arches, I could feel a different energy resonating—a heavy, ancient presence of a wolf who was out of place here.

Magnus.

Even in his absence, his aura washed over me like an unyielding tide, refusing to recede.

Before long, Damon was whisked away by his mother, the Blackwood Luna, leaving me blissfully alone for the first time that evening. I sank into a plush velvet couch nestled beside the fountain, the murmurs of the Pack fading into a distant hum.

Celestine—my so-called sister—approached, her voice dripping with a saccharine faux concern. But before she could reach me, I muttered just loud enough for her to catch,

“Flies. One after another.”

She halted abruptly, her eyes widening in feigned shock, pretending to be wounded. Her pause was a signal, the kind of prey trembling before the pack.

As anticipated, one of her admirers, a brash young wolf, lunged forward.

“Who are you calling a fly, Aysel?” he barked. “You’re the real parasite here—venomous and vile. I heard you attacked your brother outside. What sort of she-wolf does that?”

The rumor spread like wildfire through dry pine, igniting the air with its intensity. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“So what?” I flexed my fingers lazily, a nonchalant gesture. “Are you eager to discover how my claws feel against your face?”

Gasps rippled through the onlookers. The young wolf turned crimson, rage coursing through him like a wildfire.

“You think Alpha Remus and Luna Evelyn will protect you forever? You’ll never measure up to Celestine!”

The crowd bristled with anticipation, his words striking a chord of truth that echoed through the assembly. I could practically taste their judgment, sharp and bitter.

Celestine stepped forward, her voice small yet deliberate.

“Enough, Alan. Aysel is my sister. Don’t compare us. Please, show her some respect.”

Her plea only fueled his anger, driving him to snarl louder, wounded pride evident in his tone.

“Respect her? Look at her—decked out in gods-know-what rags. If she hadn’t clung to Alpha Damon, she wouldn’t even be on the guest list!”

Each word was a dagger aimed at my heart, meant to humiliate me.

But I had long since built a shield against such attacks.

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