The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 136

**Chapter 136**

“Enough.”

Aysel’s voice sliced through the heavy atmosphere, a command that resonated with an authority that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality. It was more than just a word; it was a growl that echoed the simmering rage of a beast lurking within her. The air around them felt charged, as if it too recoiled from the intensity of her words. “Do you honestly believe that simply not being the worst absolves you of your sins?” Her tone thickened, dripping with disdain, as if she were addressing a child who had just been caught in a lie. “You speak as if fate’s cruel hand forced you into your actions, as if you are merely a tragic marionette dancing to the tune of darkness. But let’s be clear—every syllable that escapes your lips is nothing but a feeble attempt to mask your own wickedness.”

For a fleeting moment, Anna hesitated, her bravado faltering. Just a heartbeat, but it was enough. Then, she let out a laugh—sharp and brittle, a sound that seemed to teeter on the edge of madness, as if she were challenging Aysel to bridge the gap between them and unleash the fury that simmered just beneath the surface. Yet Aysel’s gaze remained unwavering, her eyes smoldering with a fierce, primal intensity that refused to back down.

“You never confront those who have wronged you,” Aysel continued, her voice shifting to a tone that was cold and clinical, as though she were dissecting Anna’s very soul. “You don’t lash out at your own kin who have betrayed you. You don’t confront Conor Sanchez, despite your own cowardice. And certainly not the man whose insatiable greed and lust ravaged your family. No, Anna. Your claws have always found the innocent. That is the mark you bear.”

The smirk on Anna’s face twisted grotesquely, her once-beautiful features contorting into something wild and predatory under the pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the cracked shutters. “Yes… yes, you are absolutely right,” she breathed, her voice dripping with a sinister satisfaction, as if she were confessing her darkest sins to a priest before plunging a knife into his heart. “I am a creature of darkness.”

But then, her tone shifted, dropping to a venomous snarl that sent a chill down Aysel’s spine. “But do you think Magnus is innocent?”

Aysel froze momentarily, though inside, her wolf stirred with a restless energy, ready to pounce at any moment.

Anna leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with a sick, twisted delight. “Did you know he had the audacity to kill someone when he was just five years old?”

The words hung in the air like a winter frost, chilling and oppressive.

Aysel lunged.

Her instincts, honed to perfection, aligned with a brutal precision. Anna stumbled backward, crashing against a beautifully carved oak table, the impact reverberating through the ancestral bones of the room. A vase shattered into a cascade of glittering shards, each piece reminiscent of jagged fangs. A sliver of glass grazed Anna’s throat, perilously close to her pulse, a reminder of how thin the line between life and death truly was.

“Tell me,” Aysel hissed, her scent thick with the essence of dominance, “where is he?”

Anna coughed, pain radiating through her limbs as her spine pressed painfully into the unforgiving edge of the table. Yet, despite the agony, her smile slithered back into place, twisted and sly. “We are not bound by hatred,” she rasped, her voice a chilling whisper. “You despise the family that bore you, do you not? Celestine Ward is prey enough to quench your thirst for vengeance.” Her fingers trembled, but her resolve remained unshaken. “We could work together, Aysel. What I offer rivals even Magnus. Following a dangerous Alpha may consume you… but with me, at least the risk is contained.”