The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 99

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**

**Chapter 99**

In the hushed atmosphere of the Shadowbane villa, Agnes’s apology sliced through the silence like a stone cast into a tranquil lake—its impact was undeniable, resonating with a clarity that left no room for misinterpretation. The weight of her words hung in the air, palpable and heavy.

Aysel, standing nearby, felt the tremors of Agnes’s confession reverberate against the ornate walls, as if the very structure of the villa were responding to the emotional upheaval taking place within its confines. She stole a glance at Magnus, her heart racing as she tried to gauge his reaction.

Magnus, meanwhile, was lost in thought, gradually assembling the puzzle pieces of who Agnes truly was. Memories of childhood visits to Giovanna’s home flooded back to him. Giovanna had been a comforting presence in his early years, and as he grew older, he would occasionally find himself at her doorstep, though those visits had become infrequent, shrouded in complexities that few dared to question openly.

During those rare encounters, Agnes was often a fixture—her youthful spirit cherished and protected, a flower blooming in the shadow of her aunt’s love. As time passed, their paths intertwined in the most unexpected ways.

Agnes had harbored a crush on him from a tender age, an innocent yet fervent admiration for the cold, striking Alpha who seemed to be forged from the very essence of moonlit iron. Even during the years Magnus spent away from the continent, she had kept a watchful eye on his life from afar, following the whispers of his exploits with a mix of longing and awe.

But the boy she had idolized was consumed by a singular focus—survival and vengeance dominated his thoughts, leaving no room for the memory of a little girl he had barely known. To him, her name and face had become blurred, mere echoes of a distant past; she was just a fleeting thought, a vague reminder that Giovanna had a young relative.

Now, witnessing the silence enveloping both Magnus and Aysel, Agnes felt her heart sink. The weight of their indifference pressed down on her, and her expression crumbled under the strain. “I’m sorry—I truly won’t dare to do it again,” she whispered, each word laced with desperation.

Earlier that day, after being thoroughly crushed by Aysel’s biting remarks, she had fled to her aunt, seeking solace. But instead of the comfort she craved, Giovanna had unleashed a tempest of disappointment upon her. The so-called “childhood engagement” had been nothing more than a lighthearted jest between Giovanna and Raya, a moment of laughter that had been forgotten as swiftly as it had been spoken. Yet, for Agnes, who had nurtured feelings for Magnus, that offhand comment had taken root and flourished into something far more significant.

The reality was stark: neither Agnes nor Magnus had even been born when those words were first uttered. Giovanna, while not claiming to fully understand the depths of Magnus’s psyche, knew enough of his character to recognize that he was not the type to be tethered by childhood promises or moral obligations.

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