The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281

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Ivy’s hands curled into fists, her restrained gaze darting toward Aysel, only to be met by the dark, piercing eyes of Magnus. Those eyes, calm yet cutting, sent a shiver through her spine-the same way they had when she once tried to abandon him in the deep mountains to feed the wild wolves.

Ivy stood rigid, unbowed. She could not kneel.

Raya had taken the man she loved, shattered her deepest pride, and destroyed the child she had never carried to term. She had never begged Raya for mercy. How could she now bow before her lifelong rival?

Aysel seemed to have anticipated this, her voice calm, even. “You don’t have to kneel. You can turn and leave right now. But look inside yourself-what matters more: Olivia’s life, or your pride?”

Ivy was like a trapped beast, claws digging into the earth beneath her.

She could not admit her wrongs, nor could she simply walk away. Despite her hatred for Olivia’s betrayal, Olivia was the daughter of her beloved elder brother-the one she had grown up watching, the one he adored. Her future was still long; she could not remain cowering in her den forever.

Blood ties had trapped Raya once; now they bound Ivy in the same way.

Aysel and Magnus’s patience was unshakable; they did not urge her. Magnus felt the warmth of her trembling hand as it reached for his, interlacing fingers, and allowed himself a faint, wolfish. smile.

A hundred bows-each one was insignificant against the wounds Raya had once suffered at Ivy’s paws. It could not restore the life of Raya’s parents.

Ulric had lost his legs, yet Ivy had spent years in indulgence and pride. Her reckoning had only just begun.

Today, her carefully maintained arrogance would be shattered.

Time stretched-ten minutes, twenty, maybe an hour. The cemetery lay silent, save for the wind and the relentless rain.

Aysel’s legs were numb, but finally, Ivy’s umbrella fell from her fingers, the storm washing away her carefully crafted mask.

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She bit her lip, slowly, agonizingly, bending at the knees.

Thud.

Her head struck the wet stone with a heavy, resonant sound.

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Blood mingled with rain, streaking her face, blurring her vision. Through the haze, she saw Raya’s gentle smile etched into the gravestone.

Apologies were worthless. Without Ulric and Ivy, Raya could have had a full, happy life. The past could not be reclaimed. But the one who Raya cherished most in this world? Aysel and Magnus would ensure she would be cared for.

Under the supervision of the Moonvale Alpha and the Shadowbane heir, Ivy’s head hit the stone again and again, each impact a tangible reckoning.

By the time she finished with Raya, her forehead was a bloom of blood, rain blurring her sight. Through the mist, she saw again the shy, proud hands of young Raya being held by Ulric, triumphant in love.

Regret?

Yes. She must feel it. Perhaps from the first time she had declared she would not regret, Ivy had already realized she had lost, utterly, to her own lifelong obsession.

The pampered wolf of the Darkmoon Pack, standing in the rain, kneeling, bowing, beaten and humbled, could barely rise to her feet. Legs shaking, face streaked with blood, she staggered from the cemetery, a creature stripped of dignity.

Step by step, under the watchful eyes of Aysel and Magnus, she moved.

She endured the humiliation, bringing the news that Magnus had allowed Kian to treat Olivia. But as she descended from her wolf-drenched reckoning, the world struck again.

Police sirens pierced the storm. From the Darkmoon Pack estate came officers holding files, faces grim. At the rear, in handcuffs, was her eldest brother, James.

Ivy staggered, struck as if by a pack of hounds, and ran toward him, but was blocked.

“Brother!” she shouted, panic tearing her voice.

James’s gaze was complex. He looked at her, then away, finally boarding the police vehicle without a word.

Ivy’s mind reeled. She stumbled, desperate to find someone to explain. But the moment she glimpsed her sister-in-law, a sharp strike caught her across the face, sending her sprawling.

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The wolf matriarch ignored Ivy’s bloodied, rain-soaked face. Her gaze cut like claws. “All because of you, this wretched curse. The Darkmoon Pack will fall because of you!”

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Pain dulled, even irrelevant now. She did not argue. “What happened? Where is my second brother? He knows? And the third brother-bring them back!”

The matriarch’s laugh was venomous. “Them? Do you think James is the only one in trouble? Lucas and Abram are already under custody!”

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