The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 124

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 124**

**Aysel’s POV**

Agnes strolled into the room, a plate of freshly washed grapes cradled in her hands, her expression radiant and carefree. The sight of her brought a fleeting moment of warmth to my otherwise steely demeanor.

I remained unmoved, my amber eyes following her every step, taking in the carefree nature of her presence. Luna Evelyn blinked in disbelief, her brows knitting together in confusion. “You… what are you doing here?” she stammered, her voice laced with shock.

Alpha Remus and Fenrir, however, were quick to grasp the gravity of the situation. Their eyes darted toward me, and I could see the dawning realization etch itself into the lines of their weathered faces, disbelief mingling with a hint of concern.

I tilted my head slightly, allowing a subtle, wolfish smile to play at the corners of my lips. “Why would you reject her?” I asked, my tone soft yet laced with an undercurrent of menace, my claws flexing instinctively under the table. “Because… Celestine is the one I sent in. She was always mine to manipulate.”

The delicious irony of their predicament washed over me as I watched them flounder, realizing they were negotiating with the very hand that had orchestrated this elaborate stage.

Remus’ throat constricted, and for perhaps the first time, he glimpsed the depths of my ruthlessness and cunning. His daughter—the girl he believed he had nurtured and protected—now sat before him, calm, untouchable, and icy as a winter’s night.

“What do you want?” he rasped, his voice strained, a blend of fear and reluctant admiration threading through his words.

If my intention had merely been revenge, to lock Celestine away and leave them stranded outside my territory, I would never have allowed them to step into my realm at all.

I let the silence stretch between us for a heartbeat, then allowed a smile to unfurl across my face, a predatory curve of my lips. “You think you know me, Alpha Remus. But what you see is merely a reflection of what I choose to reveal.”

Leaning forward slightly, I let my gaze sharpen, glinting like a wolf’s, calculating and predatory. “Everything you bestowed upon Celestine—the five percent of shares from my inheritance on my eighteenth birthday, the fixed assets, all of it—must return to me.”

I could see Remus’ mind racing, scrambling to tally the implications of my words. Retrieving those assets would be relatively straightforward, but the true devastation lay in the thought of Celestine emerging from her confinement, only to discover that the family’s allegiance had shifted. The wound would be deep, perhaps irreparable. Even if she eventually found herself married into the Blackwood Pack, the ties between our families would forever be altered.

I was planting seeds of discord, crafting a rift that would divide them, leaving them vulnerable and exposed.

But there was no choice left for them. Let them harbor resentment toward me—it was far preferable to allowing her to rot in her prison.

“Very well,” Remus said, his voice flat and tinged with defeat. “We will transfer everything to you.”

I wagged a single finger, a teasing gesture that held an air of mischief. “No, no. I cannot bear the burden of Moonvale’s possessions.”

“Then… donate it,” I proposed, my voice soft yet edged with an unyielding steel.

Once the trio from Moonvale had departed, Agnes slumped beside me, her face a mixture of awe and disbelief. “Sister-in-law… are you truly letting Celestine go?”

I set my cup down with deliberate slowness, relishing the weight of my next words. “Who said anything about that?”

“But you…” she began, her voice faltering mid-sentence, her eyes widening in realization.

I let my smile broaden, sly and cunning, reminiscent of a fox. “I promised nothing. You promised nothing. It’s all… in their heads.”

They had made the mistake of assuming my mercy, their own misconceptions dictating my actions. It was a typical Moonvale behavior—deciding for others, overestimating their influence.

Agnes swallowed hard, the gravity of the situation sinking in. When Celestine eventually emerged from her cage, she would find a world turned upside down, a sky collapsed. Moonvale would erupt in chaos, and I would relish every twitch of their ears, every flicker of their discomfort.

It was both terrifying and exhilarating—the same thrill that Magnus always brought, a quiet dominance, a subtle assertion of control over everything and everyone.

Agnes nudged me, her voice taking on a sobering tone. “Sister-in-law… one more thing.”