The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 95

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 95**

In a dimly lit room, the atmosphere thick with tension, Mr. Smith found himself in a precarious situation. The vibrant hue that once graced his cheeks had long since faded, replaced by a pallor that spoke volumes of his unease. He had entered this meeting with high hopes, envisioning a prosperous partnership with Zark’s modest private enterprise. Perhaps, if fortune favored him, it could even serve as a bridge to a more significant alliance with the formidable Shadowbane Pack.

However, what transpired was nothing short of a disaster. Instead of forging connections, he had inadvertently offended Louisa, alienating himself from any potential allies, and now stood ensnared in a tempest of Alpha animosity.

With Magnus, the Alpha, positioned like an immovable fortress between him and Louisa’s piercing glare, Mr. Smith felt desperation clawing at his insides. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, forcing him to make a decision that would alter the course of his fate.

“I-I suddenly recall urgent matters back at the pack,” he stammered, bowing deeply, his forehead nearly kissing the ground in a gesture of submission. “Alpha Magnus. Lady Louisa. My sincerest apologies—I shall take my leave at once.”

Without a backward glance, he nearly fled the private chamber, his metaphorical tail tucked firmly between his legs, the echoes of his retreat trailing behind him like shadows.

As the door clicked shut, two figures slipped into the room—Mrs. Kurt and Sandy. They had clearly been waiting for the perfect moment to make their entrance, sensing the tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Accalia turned to Louisa, forcing a strained smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Louisa, dear… surely we can discuss this in private? If Zark has wronged you, we will ensure he is reprimanded thoroughly.”

Sandy, youthful indignation bubbling to the surface, added, “Seriously, Louisa, you can’t just walk in and strike my brother! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is? We’re still Shadowbane blood!”

Louisa didn’t even blink at their protests. Instead, her gaze sharpened, honing in on the unfolding scene by the tall, moonlit window where Aysel stood. The young woman leaned against the sill, her chin resting on her hands, eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and delight as she observed the chaos.

Louisa tilted her head toward Magnus, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Alpha Magnus, earlier your… companion claimed you could arbitrate this matter. So—can you?”

Magnus took his time, unhurried and composed. His wolf stirred within him, an invisible shift in the air, a low rumble of dominance that resonated through the room. With a gentle motion, he pulled Aysel away from the chilly windowsill, his thumb brushing over the reddened skin of her elbow where she had leaned too long against the cold glass.

Only after ensuring her comfort did he turn his attention back to the gathering. “If my Second Brother has acted in folly,” he began, his tone languid, “then Thornwild’s ancestral relic shall, of course, be returned untouched.”

The atmosphere rippled with shock.

Sandy gasped audibly, her eyes wide.

Zark stiffened, a mixture of disbelief and dread flickering across his face.

Magnus continued, his demeanor as casual as discussing the weather. “And the charity funds Zark pledged at tonight’s Moon Auction will be increased fivefold, with all donations made under Lady Louisa’s name.”

Another ripple coursed through the room, a crack forming in Zark’s previously unshakeable composure.

“And,” Magnus added, his voice dropping with the weight of finality, “the Shadowbane-Mr. Smith collaboration he secured shall be reassigned to Thornwild. Additionally, I will compensate your pack with one more exclusive project.”

Silence fell like a heavy blanket.

Zark’s face drained of color, his expression mirroring that of a corpse drained of life.

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