The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289

Third Person’s POV

The Moonvale Pack, once mocked by Skylar for its blindness, was indeed in utter chaos.

After the pack’s collapse, the scorn and predatory circling of other packs barely mattered anymore. What truly threatened to tear them apart were the debts-vast, merciless, and howling at their door like starving wolves.

They had once hoped to case the pressure by selling off ancestral patents tied to Moonvale’s legacy. That final lifeline, however, had been severed cleanly by Celestine.

Because they had once been Aysel’s family, Magnus had never intended to drive them to extinction. Quiet signals were sent into the underworld of packs and creditors alike. The collectors were sharp-tongued and cold-eyed, but they did not bare their fangs outright.

Even so, the sheer weight of the debt meant one thing:

The Moonvale Pack would be bound to repayment for years-perhaps decades-until the last coin was returned.

For wolves long accustomed to abundance, status, and silver-spined luxury, this slow grind was a prolonged torment, far crueller than a swift execution.

Luna Evelyn, already weakened by successive blows to her spirit, grew frail. Wolfbane medicine lined her bedside, taken daily just to steady her failing health.

Alpha Remus, his mane already grey with age, was forced to lower his head and begin again from nothing-an Alpha without territory, rebuilding with trembling hands.

As for Lykos, the youngest son, he had never imagined that on the eve of graduation, his greatest fear would not be ambition-but survival.

By the life once mapped out for him, he should have either traveled beyond the territories to deepen his cultivation, or lingered freely as a privileged heir, living off pack resources without shame. Never had he envisioned himself clawing desperately for work worth a few thousand coins, racking his mind raw just to earn his next meal.

The

pressure of life crushed him.

He feared the outside world so deeply that even stepping beyond the den made his heart race.

Among them, only Fenrir appeared calm.

But beneath that calm was the cold clarity of a wolf who knew he could not fall.

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If he did, there would be no one left.

Their parents were old.

Lykos was not a pillar.

Two sisters remained-

one kind and responsible, yet already estranged beyond repair;

the other fit only to share prosperity, not hardship, and now openly hostile.

From this point on, Fenrir stood with no one behind him.

Night after night, he lay awake, staring into darkness. Anxiety gnawed at him like parasites beneath the skin. His hair fell in handfuls. The gentle, refined air of a noble pack heir vanished, leaving only a worn wolf running endlessly for survival.

No one in the Moonvale Pack spoke Aysel’s name anymore.

After Fenrir returned from delivering Aysel’s final words, Luna Evelyn wept until her voice broke. She gave away Aysel’s childhood clothes and toys-every last one-keeping only a single porcelain doll Aysel had once treasured.

One night, Fenrir rose for water and found his father in the dim-lit hall, leafing through old photo albums. Alpha Remus smoked silently for a long time, ash falling like snow.

They all understood.

The blood-tie between them and Aysel had already snapped.

To not disturb her-

that was the last mercy they could offer.

Their only regret was awakening so late.

Fenrir’s gaze tightened as he scrolled through his communicator. Headlines screamed gossip:

The once-glorious Damon Blackwood, Alpha heir of the eastern Blackwood Pack, was preparing to mate publicly with his disgraced, imprisoned fiancée.

A fallen Alpha heir.

A ruined noblewoman.

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Two broken wolves clinging together for warmth.

Fenrir’s fingers clenched until his knuckles whitened.

What they owed Aysel could never be repaid in this lifetime.

But the debt with Celestine Ward-

that would be settled.

Every wolf must answer for their choices.

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To make the mating ceremony as dazzling as possible, Celestine burned through nearly every coin on the card Damon had given her.

The venue had to be the most opulent grand hall.

The flowers had to be freshly airlifted spirit-blooms.

The feast had to rival a royal Alpha summit.

The ceremonial recorders had to be the most renowned in all territories.

She blocked out all whispers and ridicule, throwing herself into preparation with manic resolve-as though a glorious mating ritual could prove to the world that she was not a failure.

What she failed to notice was the contempt in the eyes of the Blackwood Pack.

Damon was drowning.

So this was what it felt like-to be forced into a bond with someone he did not love.

When the Moonvale Pack had once pressured Aysel into an engagement with him…

Had she felt this same revulsion?

He drank endlessly. Any mating proposal Celestine brought him was torn apart or flung aside in rage.

Alpha Blackwood had already abandoned hope in this son. Watching Celestine’s frenzy, he felt only irritation and shame.

His plan was simple:

Finish the ceremony.

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