The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 160

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 160**

**Aysel’s POV**

“Three days from now, my mother will undergo an artificial heart transplant in M Country. I will accompany her,” Alfie’s voice, smooth and measured, sliced through the stillness of the hall, each word laced with an ethereal detachment that had intrigued me before.

I tilted my head, a flicker of suspicion igniting in my amber eyes. Was he genuinely addressing me? I forced a polite nod, though my mind was already sifting through the layers of strange familiarity and distance that seemed to envelop him like a mist. “Oh… that’s good,” I replied quietly, my voice barely above a whisper, yet my thoughts raced, trying to grasp the significance of his revelation.

Then, as if sensing my curiosity, he added, “After her surgery succeeds, I will go to South America to study the rare tropical rainforests’ flashing butterflies.”

A slight furrow creased my brow, the wolf instinct within me stirring to life. Wait… we hardly know each other. Why is he sharing this with me? Beneath that question, however, a flicker of understanding sparked. He was choosing to leave the continent, to immerse himself in the wild, untamed beauty of the forests, rather than entangle himself in the convoluted politics of the Sanchez den.

So, he was consciously stepping away from the den’s endless web of intrigues. Magnus had mentioned that the Alpha patriarch, Bastien, would not reclaim what had been designated to the fifth house, and that a considerable inheritance would be set aside to appease them. Yet, Alfie hadn’t uttered a word about money. Perhaps it simply didn’t hold any significance for him.

I shook off the tangle of thoughts that threatened to ensnare me further. A wolf is always calculating risk—this man, with his intricate lineage and unpredictable demeanor, posed no threat to Magnus. No harm, no obstacle. That was sufficient for me.

“Sounds good,” I finally said, my voice steady, embodying the quiet strength of a Moonvale wolf standing guard over her territory. “I wish you a safe journey.”

I jumped, my heart racing in a thrilling mix of panic and delight, and spun around to find Magnus looming behind my chair, his broad chest radiating the sharp energy of an alpha. I couldn’t help but laugh, playfully patting his chest as I leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his presence. “Why do you sneak up so silently?”

He set the tray down with the precision of a hunter marking his territory and took the flower from my hands, his expression tinged with a trace of bitterness. I could almost feel the subtle grinding of his teeth beneath the calm facade he wore. “It seems you were too busy enjoying conversation with another male to notice me coming.”

Did I truly enjoy the conversation? I pondered, sensing the alpha tension radiating from him in low, vibrating pulses. Not particularly. But witnessing the way his handsome features twisted in a possessive, wolfish jealousy made me chuckle softly.

“No, we didn’t talk much,” I explained earnestly, letting my words flow over him like the careful padding of a wolf navigating through fallen leaves. “I just thought it was amusing that he would need to collect so many butterfly specimens to bring one to every Sanchez in the den.”