The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 67

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 67**

In the realm of werewolves, rumors spread with an alarming swiftness, igniting like wildfire beneath the ominous glow of a blood moon.

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The Alpha’s daughter.

Within merely an hour, the expansive halls and shadowy courtyards of Moonvale reverberated with hushed whispers, each one a betrayal echoing through the night. The Eastern heir, Damon, was entangled with the sister of his chosen mate, Celestine, their figures entwined under the silvery light of the moon.

Gossip among wolves proved to be far more potent than the deadliest venom. What had begun as soft murmurs quickly grew claws, scratching at the very fabric of loyalty. The same voices that once fervently defended Celestine and Damon now fell silent, as if their tongues had been seared by the scorching flames of truth.

In days gone by, they had proclaimed the two to be “fated,” asserting that Aysel, proud and aloof, would never grasp the depth of Damon’s gentle spirit. But now, with scandal laid bare—that it was her sister who had shared her mate’s promise, not she—no one dared to utter those words again.

It was one thing to indulge in the fantasy of lovers hidden away in darkness; it was an entirely different matter to witness their betrayal exposed beneath the watchful gaze of the goddess. The illusion of romance lay in ruins, leaving behind only the bitter aftertaste of ash.

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At the high tables, the eldest Alphas—Remus of Moonvale and the Alpha of Blackwood—understood that they had no time to wallow in the mystery of who had manipulated the moon-scry, who had orchestrated the recording, or who had dared to turn their children’s union into a public spectacle of humiliation before every pack across the continent.

They could only act swiftly, striving to salvage what little dignity remained.

The seasoned wolves moved with purpose, their voices low yet resolute. They would twist the narrative before it had the chance to twist them.

Remus was the first to break the silence, his tone grave yet composed. “The Moon Goddess knows the truth that lies within our hearts. What we witnessed was merely the flicker of affection, misunderstood by spell and circumstance. Damon and Celestine share a bond steeped in ancient history, blessed by fate itself. This night, under Luna’s watchful eyes, let their souls be rightfully united.”

A ripple of disbelief coursed through the hall, followed by a wave of obedient applause.

The scandal of infidelity transformed, under the tongues of powerful wolves, into a tale of star-crossed lovers reunited by destiny.

The audience accepted the lie with an unsettling ease; in the world of Alphas and alliances, appearances held more weight than truth. The pride of the pack demanded it.

Luna Evelyn’s face had turned as pale as bone, caught in a tumult of emotions. She found herself torn between the relief of her daughter’s disgrace being rebranded as “destiny” and the dread of what that might mean for them all.

Beside her, Fenrir’s jaw was set tight, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He recognized his father’s strategy: to bury the wound beneath layers of ceremony, to pretend it had never festered.

But as the ripple of congratulatory howls began to swell, as laughter once more echoed through the hall, something deep within him twisted painfully.

Across the vast, moonlit hall stood Aysel—the rightful Luna, now usurped.

Beneath the shimmering silver chandeliers, her gown glistened with an icy brilliance. Her skin, pale and flawless, caught the light like frost glistening upon the mountains. Her expression betrayed no trace of rage or sorrow; instead, it exuded the calm of a wolf who had long accepted the sting of betrayal before it had even arrived.

Those who had once mocked her for her perceived arrogance now found themselves unable to meet her unwavering gaze.

Yet the storm was far from over.

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