The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 24

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 24**

**Magnus’s POV**

The thought of obliterating the pest lingering outside Aysel’s building was tantalizing. I could envision it vividly—his spine snapping under my hands, his blood staining the pavement like a warning to others. It would be so simple to end the problem once and for all.

But as I weighed the satisfaction of ridding the world of this eyesore against the urgent need to return home and nurture my little rose, my priorities became clear.

Even a beast, driven by instinct, understands the hierarchy of needs.

I’ve often heard that a deceased “white moon” shines brighter in the memories of those left behind than any living counterpart could ever hope to do. Perhaps there’s truth in that sentiment. Yet, I am not one to dwell on such romantic notions.

And let me be clear—I have no intention of “falling in love” with Aysel Vale. Love is a fragile, ephemeral thing, a human construct that I have no use for.

Still, the very idea of my pet fixating on another man fills me with a simmering rage.

Allowing that Alpha from Blackwood to meet a swift end would be far too merciful. No, I envision a far more exquisite fate for him—peeling away his layers, exposing his pretty lies alongside his rotting insides before her eyes. That would be infinitely more satisfying. I want her to gaze upon him and feel nothing but disgust, not a flicker of longing.

As I drove, my wolf, Rafe, stirred beneath my skin, a low growl of anticipation rumbling through me as he concocted a hundred and eight ways to ensure their severance was permanent.

Perhaps I could start with humiliation. A scandal, perhaps? Or maybe instilling a sense of fear?

Just the thought of it brought a grin to my lips.

Down by the greenbelt, I could sense Damon Blackwood, the Alpha, feeling the weight of my gaze—or perhaps just the ghost of it. His shoulders stiffened, a primal instinct whispering warnings of danger. But by the time he looked up, I had already passed him by.

The fool frowned, grumbling something about reckless drivers. I could almost hear his thoughts swirling in his mind—how he would buy Aysel a new place once they “made up.”

Pathetic.

He didn’t even recognize the predator lurking in the shadows, watching him with keen interest.

When he glanced up again, I was already gone, and his mind was lost in fantasies of their reunion, imagining the touch of what no longer belonged to him.

I parked in the underground garage, grabbed the plastic bags filled with groceries and a small cake, and took the elevator up. Aysel had just threatened to order food delivery if I didn’t hurry.

The things she said, the tone she used—most Alphas would take offense, but I found it rather endearing.

Inside the elevator, I encountered an elderly couple, sweet and harmless humans from the building.

Since my injuries had healed, I had ceased masking my scent—though I still maintained a subtle veil over my full Alpha presence. The concealment spells had worn off, and Aysel often insisted on dragging me out for late-night walks whenever she overindulged. The sight of us together had drawn plenty of attention.

“Disgusting!”

“I heard he’s violent too—probably the reason his wife is in the hospital!”

“Oh my goddess, there’s a stalker in our building?!”

The rumors spread like wildfire, each message morphing into something more exaggerated than the last.

By the time I reached my door, Damon Blackwood—Alpha of the East—was being surrounded by a pack of furious humans. Someone had called the guards, and others were shouting to involve the police. A few even took to kicking him.

Through the security feed on my phone, I watched as he was pinned against his own car, his face contorted in shock and rage.

The once-great Alpha reduced to mere prey.

Rafe purred in satisfaction, a deep, primal sound of approval.

Poetic justice.

After all, while he was choking on his own humiliation, my little rose was upstairs waiting for me—impatient, hungry, and very much alive.