The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290

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Time slipped by beneath a strange, suffocating tension, like a sky heavy with storm clouds that refused to break. Before anyone realized it, the day of Celestine and Damon’s mating ceremony arrived.

Their invitations never reached Magnus and Celestine did not dare allow Aysel anywhere near the ceremony.

If Aysel truly appeared, given Damon’s instability and Alpha pride warped by obsession, he might very well revoke the bond on the spot. Celestine would never allow that.

Of course, Aysel herself had no interest in attending.

But she did enjoy watching chaos from afar.

So Magnus simply bought off the ceremonial recording pack. What was meant to be a commemorative mating video quietly transformed into a full, unrestricted live broadcast of the entire event.

Inside the Shadowbane estate, the villa’s living hall glowed warmly. Magnus personally arranged everything Aysel favored-fresh-cut fruit, small snacks, chilled yogurt, and grapefruit juice-neatly laid across the low table. The massive wall screen displayed the ceremonial grounds of the Blackwood Pack’s mating hall.

Magnus sat pressed close beside Aysel on the sofa. After a few moments, even that proximity failed to satisfy him. With a lazy reach, he hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her effortlessly from where she had been idly stroking Rafe’s fur, pulling her straight into his arms.

He adjusted his posture, locking her securely against his chest, until his wolf finally settled.

Only then did he relax, holding her comfortably.

Aysel nestled against his chest, watching wolves in ceremonial attire drift across the screen. She popped a grape into her mouth, then tilted her head and kissed Magnus lightly beneath his jaw.

Magnus chuckled, squeezing her fingers before returning the kiss with far more heat.

The ceremony had not yet begun.

There were far better ways to pass the time.

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Inside the preparation chamber, after dismissing the attendants, Celestine snatched the liquor bottle from Damon’s hand and smashed it viciously against the stone wall.

“Damon Blackwood! Do you even know what day this is?”

The scent of alcohol flooded the room. Before the ceremonial toasts had even begun, he was already drunk beyond control. Such open decay-who was he trying to provoke?

Damon cast her a cold glance and laughed hollowly.

“You wanted a mating bond,” he said. “Didn’t I agree? What more do you want from me?”

Her rage surged violently. She nearly raised her hand to strike him, but restrained herself at the thought of witnesses.

“Yes,” she snapped. “Since you agreed, then play your role properly. If you hated this so much, you should have rejected me from the start.”

Damon curled his lips in bitter self-mockery and reached for more alcohol.

Celestine watched him grasp the door handle.

“Damon Blackwood,” she said suddenly, her voice eerily calm, “I wouldn’t mind turning today’s ceremonial footage into a private mating recording of the Blackwood Alpha heir.”

He froze.

She sneered softly.

Already prepared to be vile-yet still unable to discard his pride, his shame, his precious Alpha dignity. That was Damon Blackwood.

“You’re not afraid people would recognize the other participant?” he asked coldly.

Celestine sat before the mirror, adjusting her veil. “I only kept your parts,” she said calmly. “And even if they knew-so what? My leg is broken. My dreams are gone. I’ve worn prison chains. I’m not afraid of sinking into the deepest mud. Are you?”

She met his reflection.

“Damon Blackwood. If you want today to pass without incident, then I expect to see a smiling groom.”

He stood motionless for a long time-then slammed the door and left.

Celestine knew then that he had yielded.

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She stared at her reflection: flawless bridal paint, ceremonial white garments, prepared to bond with the man she had dreamed of throughout her entire maidenhood-yet her eyes held no joy.

Forcing her lips upward, she whispered to herself:

“Celestine Ward, you are still the final victor.”

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