The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 198

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 198**

In the dim light of the backstage area, just as Ryan was about to let a victorious grin stretch across his face, an enchanting voice, soft yet commanding, sliced through the atmosphere like a gentle breeze.

Turning around, the men caught sight of Julia, who emerged with an elegant poise that seemed almost otherworldly.

“Why?” one of the men inquired, disbelief etched into his features, as if he had just witnessed the impossible.

Julia let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes as if she were dealing with particularly dense children. “She has a mate already—or rather, a fiancé now.”

A wave of relief washed over Julia at the thought that Magnus had chosen not to join them on this trip to M Country. Had he been present, the sight of these men drooling over a prize they could never claim would likely have ignited a primal fury in him, leading to chaos and destruction.

Her voice took on a serious tone, laced with an unspoken warning. “Do not let your desires show too much.”

Ryan felt his heart plummet, the sensation akin to a delicate creature caught in a winter’s frost.

“But they’re not married yet! Maybe Aysel would prefer my type?” he protested, his claws instinctively flexing in frustration, a futile attempt to mask his vulnerability.

His two male colleagues exchanged incredulous glances, astonished that even the typically composed and aloof Ryan could fall prey to such foolish infatuation. Could it be that he was so blinded by love that he dared to challenge Aysel’s mate?

Julia’s expression morphed into one of disdain, her features tightening as she shot him a look that brooked no argument. “Don’t even entertain that thought. You have no chance.”

Ryan’s fangs clicked together nervously, a sound betraying his inner turmoil. “Why not? Her fiancé—he’s handsome, right? Wealthy? Can he care for her like I could?”

Julia nodded, her expression grave. “More handsome. Richer. Aysel is his treasure. Accept it, wolf—you have no chance.”

The blow landed on Ryan like the sharp snap of a branch in the dead of winter, leaving him feeling utterly shattered, his dreams crumbling around him.

“I… I just can’t—”

Before he could finish his thought, Julia raised a hand, cutting him off with an air of authority. “Sophia! Ryan’s trying to chase Aysel!”

She had wasted no time in delivering the news, her tone dripping with a mixture of urgency and reprimand.

Those words sliced through the gathered male dancers like teeth sinking into tender flesh, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake.

Julia couldn’t suppress a soft snicker, her amusement palpable.

Unbeknownst to Aysel, Magnus had quietly invested in Sophia’s troupe, ensuring that while he allowed her the freedom to forge her own path, he could never truly remain hands-off.

His faith in her abilities was unwavering—he hadn’t intervened even when Andrea had attempted to create obstacles. Yet, Magnus had made certain that the troupe possessed the resources, the support, and the network necessary to elevate Aysel’s performances far beyond what she could achieve alone.

Sophia, observing the budding couple with keen eyes, held them in high esteem: a gifted choreographer paired with a powerful Alpha who made minimal demands yet was willing to provide abundantly. She had no intention of allowing outsiders to disrupt the bond they shared.

In the quiet of her mind, Sophia began to devise a plan: since Aysel was responsible for the solo segments of the lead, she would simply ensure that Aysel was separated from the male dancers during rehearsals.

Unbeknownst to Magnus, a potential upheaval—a wolfish attempt to lure his mate away—had been quietly neutralized through his resources and foresight.

Otherwise, it would have been a challenge to keep him seated, restrained in patience, as he navigated the complexities of loyalty and love.