The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296

Third Person’s POV

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The day before Derek’s engagement to the heiress of the Bluemoon Pack, the Darkmoon Pack’s judgment was announced.

Ivy’s eldest brother, James, bore the heaviest guilt. He would spend the rest of his life behind iron bars, claws clipped and fangs dulled by confinement. Lucas and Abram, next in line, were each sentenced to ten to twenty cycles.

Already well into mid-life, even if they ever left the cage, the Darkmoon Pack would never regain its former dominion.

These three had been the pillars of the family. With them broken, Darkmoon’s alliances, networks, and territories collapsed like sand under a wolf’s paw.

The once-proud Darkmoon lineage—wolves of calculated power and ruthless bite-were reduced to scuttling prey, struggling to survive as common wolves, chewed by life like carrion. No longer would anyone shield them from the consequences of their misdeeds.

It was said that the fiercely proud Olivia, driven to desperation to save the family’s failing enterprise, colluded with an old suitor. But the suitor already had a bonded mate.

When caught in an embrace, the fiancée’s wrath descended. Both were beaten until broken. Desperate to reclaim a suitable match for the pack’s social standing, the suitor forced one million to placate her.

Olivia, ever conceited, considered the coin an insult. How dare he treat her like an ordinary she-wolf? She alone had deigned to consort with him.

When she confronted the worthless male again, she misstepped down the stone steps and fell. This time, the blow fractured her mind. Upon waking, she babbled incessantly about Magnus Sanchez being her rightful mate and about vanquishing the “interloper” who had dared challenge her.

Fearing the calamity her mind could unleash, her mother gathered the money and compensation and prepared to whisk Olivia away from the imperial territory.

The engagement feast commenced. Aysel entered with Magnus at her side.

Ivy had just concluded a grating call with her sister-in-law demanding the funds.

Today, she had dressed with unusual care.

Yet even the finest threads could not mask the hollowed frame, the gauntness of a wolf starved

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of fortune and pride. Heavy makeup could not veil her exhaustion. The previous day’s verdict. mocked her in silence-an invisible scorn sharper than fangs.

Spotting Aysel and Magnus, her pride, always her armor, shattered. A wolf who had once towered over the weakest now knelt before a pair of Alphas in the grand hall. With a wet, reverberating “thump,” she sank to the stone floor.

At the doors, the display stunned the first matriarch into stillness. Even Bastien tensed.

A family consumed by external crises had neglected the ticking time bomb within.

Ivy no longer cared for judgment. Time and tribulation had etched itself into her preserved features. The gossamer threads of beauty were now cut with scars of fate.

She lifted her tear-stained muzzle toward Magnus, voice trembling yet raw, “I know you despise me. I destroyed Raya, I destroyed your grandparents… all because of my greed. If I give my life back to you, will you spare the Darkmoon Pack?”

The hall fell into a strangling silence. Guests seemed to hold their breaths, senses alert, ears twitching at the tension.

Aysel, sensing the suffocating weight, laughed softly, bending to pull Ivy to her feet. Her strength was gentle but firm, undeniable.

“Ivy,” she chided softly, “inciting a wolf to self-destruction is a crime in our lands.”

Ivy resisted, seeking an answer that might absolve her. But Aysel’s iron-like pressure left no room for refusal.

Ulva stepped forward, pulling Ivy back from aggression, whispering fiercely, “Enough. Do not stir further chaos.” Then to the servants: “The second mistress is unwell. Take her away to rest.”

Ivy tried to struggle. Aysel’s low, icy murmur cut through her resistance, “Ivy… can you bring Raya back to life?”

The question froze her.

Wolves die, spirits cannot return, and claws cannot untear the

She could do nothing.

Her

past.

gaze fell on the pair-Aysel and Magnus-rejoined and standing strong, their presence a silent judgment. Their eyes held her in the same way she once had gazed upon Raya from above, superiority laced with cruelty.

One life, once lost, was worthless. It could not stir her conscience.

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