The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 154

**Chapter 154**

The air in the grand foyer of the Sanchez estate was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable energy that crackled like static before a storm. Bastien, perched high in his authoritative seat, surveyed the assembly of pack members and household staff with a piercing gaze. His amber eyes glimmered with a predatory sharpness, each muscle in his powerful frame taut and ready, like a wolf poised to leap into action at the slightest provocation.

To his side, Dennis, the mate of Rudi, wore a mask of simmering fury. His usually calm demeanor was overshadowed by a scowl that darkened his features, his instincts as a predator heightened, sensing the deep insult to both his mate and his lineage. The air was thick with the mingled scents of the Shadowbane Pack and their allies, a blend that hinted at unease as whispers flitted through the crowd like restless spirits.

Magnus, ever the picture of relaxed dominance, leaned against the tall window, his long legs crossed casually. A faint smirk played on his lips, his amber eyes sparkling with mischief as he tossed Daron’s leather toy ball from one hand to the other, seemingly unfazed by the brewing storm around him.

The atmosphere shifted as Aysel entered, her presence commanding and fierce. At just 23 years old, the Moonvale she-wolf exuded a lethal grace that turned heads and drew attention. Daron, her loyal companion, trotted close by her side, embodying a raw, untamed power that mirrored his mistress. From the shadows of the hallway, another figure emerged—a man adjusting his glasses, a striking blue butterfly perched delicately on his slender fingers—but all eyes remained glued to Aysel, captivated by her undeniable aura.

Magnus reached out, his fingers brushing against Aysel’s as he retrieved Daron’s leash, a subtle yet significant gesture acknowledging their respective places within the pack hierarchy. In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the combined essence of Alpha and she-wolf creating an almost tangible weight that pressed down on every onlooker, a force more potent than any words could articulate.

Dennis’s fangs clenched tightly, hidden behind his lips, as he struggled to contain his fury. “Miss Vale,” he growled, his voice low and dangerously measured, each word dripping with restrained aggression, “how could Rudi and Noah have so deeply offended you that you would unleash such chaos within my home?”

This was no trivial matter. Rudi and Noah had been sent away in ambulances, their pride shattered, soaked in humiliation, the wrath of Moonvale having left its mark. Rudi, the elder, had long been regarded as untouchable, coddled within the estate’s walls.

Dennis could feel the fire of anger rising within him, fueled by a fierce sense of family honor and bloodline respect. If Aysel went unchecked, what message would that send regarding Rudi’s standing in the household? What would it mean for the reputation of the Shadowbane Pack among their allies?

Dennis’s jaw tightened, his anger radiating like a pack on the brink of a territorial clash. “You think you alone dictate the terms of this encounter? Words cannot alter the truth, Miss Vale.” He turned to the younger wolves and household retainers, forcing their gaze upon him. “Tell me—what truly happened here?”

Then, addressing Bastien, he added, his voice thick with barely contained rage, “Father, you must provide your daughter and grandson with an explanation. How could Rudi and Noah, here to pay their respects, suffer such humiliation at the hands of an outsider?”

Bastien’s amber eyes swept over the room, unyielding and sharp, his authority resonating in every glance. He remained motionless, his cane tapping lightly against the floor, a signal for silence. “Speak. Who dares to lie? Let them never set foot in my house again.”

He already understood the dynamics at play. Rudi and Noah may have been brash, but this spectacle had been provoked. Aysel’s actions, while undeniably violent, were clear in their intent: a single wolf asserting her dominance, a predator marking the boundaries of respect within her territory.