The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 142

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 142**

**Magnus’s POV**

“I underestimated you.”

Anna’s gaze pierced through me, her voice dripping with a bitter self-deprecation that was hard to ignore. She had thought of me as an insurmountable mountain, a challenge to conquer, and in her naivety, she had crafted elaborate schemes in her mind. But I was beyond her reach now. She had already endured the hell I had designed for her—a life that felt more like a living death—and yet, she had emerged from it.

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I chose silence, my attention fixated on the screens before me. It wasn’t the annex that held my interest, but the moment Aysel had burst in—her eyes blazing with fury, claws poised to strike. My wolf stirred within me, its instincts sharpening, ears perked up, and teeth tingling with anticipation. The raw intensity of her protectiveness was intoxicating; it sent a thrill through my veins that only the taste of her lips from an hour ago could rival.

Then I saw her, shards of glass clutched tightly in her hand, threatening Anna with a fierce determination, demanding to know where I was. A primal glow ignited in my eyes. Of course, she was my second rib, the only rose blooming in this desolate expanse of existence.

A faint smile danced on my lips as I commanded, “Jackson, make sure to copy that video for me.”

“The footage’s already in your inbox, Alpha,” he replied, his tone a mix of restraint and pride.

“Excellent. Inform Finance to triple the year-end bonus tomorrow.”

“Yes, Alpha,” he responded, a smile threatening to break free as he suppressed a grin.

Anna, realizing she had been cast aside, felt the weight of irrelevance settle upon her. Her expression soured, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

I continued to watch Aysel until she disappeared from sight, and only then did I turn my attention back to Anna.

“You believe your solitude grants you power, that even death is merely another life to lose?” I asked, folding my hands together, the wolf within me coiling like a shadow, ready to strike.

Her heart raced, fear constricting her throat. “What… do you mean?”

A predatory smirk curled my lips. “Aysel is correct. You wield your knife, but you never strike at the true enemy. Fortunately for you… I will guide your hand.”

She trembled, attempting to lunge at me, but the guards of my pack held her firmly in place.

“What do you intend to do?” she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation.

I reveled in her panic, a dark chuckle escaping my lips. “I simply wish to witness your family’s cold indifference. The way they tore lovers apart, betrayed those loyal to their household… I cannot allow this to go unpunished. You have suffered, yet you never stood up for yourself. You never chastised them, never reclaimed the wealth you so carelessly sent away. Your piety is commendable—but I, your nephew, will rectify the wrongs.”

“Slums? Rogue Settlement? Where should I send them?” I inquired, letting the threat linger in the air like the metallic scent of blood.

“No! No! Don’t!” she hissed, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and fear. “What I did has nothing to do with them. Leave them alone!”

She climbed a ladder, hammering at the wall with a small iron hammer, determination etched on her face. As frames fell, she dragged a nearly life-sized portrait to the center of the room.

I felt the breeze at the door brush against me, and she looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“You’re here!” Her voice rang out like a bell. “I was just going to borrow fire. Did you bring it?”

I retrieved the lighter from my pocket. As I did, she gathered scattered small frames into a pile, the floor space quickly filling with a mountain of memories and grudges, now ready to be reduced to ashes.

She handed me the stack, her grin melting away the last remnants of coldness in my chest. “Burn them, Magnus. From now on… only good days ahead.”

She muttered, a hint of disappointment creeping into her tone. “Too bad about the rain… it would have set the house ablaze.”

I obeyed her request, the wolf inside me roaring with excitement at the scent of fire and the thrill of destruction. The flames consumed the pictures—faces marked by treachery, betrayal, and hatred—vanishing into a torrent of smoke. My enemies’ malice burned away, including the haunting memory of Raya, the helpless cries of fallen wolves echoing in the mountains, and finally, Aysel, radiant and alive, bursting through the door, illuminated by the fire I had set.

She was right. From this moment on, only good days awaited us.

I carried her home, her body finally relaxing against mine, exhausted from the night’s labors. A soft kiss on her forehead, the scent of rain and fire lingering behind us. The sins of the old house were now left far behind.

My wolf curled protectively around her as we drove, a guardian for eternity. Anyone foolish enough to challenge us would face our teeth, fire, and claws. But with Aysel by my side… the world was ours to conquer.