The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 65

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 65**

In the dimly lit ballroom, a wave of indignation rippled through the crowd as the doll-faced young she-wolf erupted, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a knife. “Moon curse take him – how shameless can he get!” Her words dripped with contempt, echoing the sentiments of those around her.

The other females turned sharply, their eyes ignited with rage, their wolves snarling in unison as they shared in the collective disgust. None of them wished to find themselves in the same wretched position as Sophia Holland—betrayed and forgotten, her bloodline erased from history. John Wilson had callously discarded his mate’s name, clawing his way up the ranks of his Pack, and now his grandson, Alan Wilson Holland, bore that tainted lineage with an unsettling sense of pride.

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**No, Alan.**

Aysel stood quietly amidst the chaos, a faint smile playing on her lips, one that held a chilling satisfaction. It was a cold pleasure to witness the pack’s daughters unleash their righteous fury upon Alan. By dawn, the whispers of his true identity and the stain of his shame would ripple through every Pack Court in the eastern territories, leaving no stone unturned.

Alan’s complexion drained, his wolf’s scent souring with the acrid tang of panic. He was finished.

His grandfather had paraded him here tonight, showcasing him before the elite in search of a mate worthy of the Wilsons’ fabricated pedigree. But after this debacle? No Alpha or Luna with any sense of honor would ever consider offering their daughter to the heir of a traitor. In the aristocracy of the wolf realms, honor outweighed blood. A wolf who turned his back on his lineage carried a stench that no title could mask.

In a flurry of humiliation, he fled the hall, his pride in tatters.

Smor had failed, and now her plans lay in ruins.

Across the ballroom, Celestine’s sharp gaze met Aysel’s. In that instant, an unspoken understanding passed between them—Celestine’s second weapon had been rendered useless. Her first had crumbled before she could even draw a breath.

With a sharp intake of air, Celestine composed herself, smoothing her features into a mask of grace before murmuring a polite farewell. She retreated toward another cluster of nobles, her wolf calculating and patient. Some blades dulled with use; the sharper ones were saved for the final strike.

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Meanwhile, upstairs, Lykos pressed a cold compress against his bruised cheek, the chill a welcome relief. Luna Evelyn had tended to him for a while, her gentle hands soothing the pain, before she returned to the garden with Alpha Remus to greet the guests. As she passed Aysel, she stopped to inform her that she had retrieved the lost bracelet and handed it over to the steward.

But Remus—ever the cunning fox—had decided to move the “gift exchange and cake-cutting” to after the official announcement of the betrothal. He had even ordered Aysel and Damon to stand together on stage for the ceremony, his voice low and warning as he advised her to behave.

Aysel merely smiled and nodded, her demeanor as obedient as a lamb. This unnerved the elder Alpha more than any act of defiance could. Her silence bore the weight of thunder, a storm gathering just beyond the horizon.

Remus scrutinized her with suspicion. In his carefully laid plans, she should have caused a scene by now. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she still cared for Damon, her childhood bondmate, the Eastern Alpha whom every young she-wolf admired. Yet, after her recent outbursts, Remus was left to wonder what chaos she might unleash next.

He ordered his servants to keep a close watch on her.

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Aysel’s smile sharpened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “If you’re so fearful that this alliance will crumble,” she murmured, her tone laced with a subtle challenge, “perhaps you should keep a closer eye on Celestine and Damon instead.”

Remus glared at her, his irritation palpable. “Don’t disgrace yourself by dragging your sister and your betrothed into your madness.”

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