The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

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The would-be bride of the engagement ceremony Bella froze, her amber eyes widening in disbelief as she saw the figure inside the dimly lit room. “Derek?!” she gasped, heart leaping as she rushed forward. Trembling, she crouched beside Derek Sanchez, her hands brushing against his fur-warmed skin.

She could feel the subtle tremors running through him, the restrained urge to lean closer, to seek the comfort only she could offer. A sinking weight settled in her chest.

Ulva, the stern matriarch, swept her gaze across the room, noting the darkened, locked bathroom door. Relief softened her features. There was nothing indecent here; the situation, though worrying, had not descended into chaos.

Magnus’s voice cut through the tense air, calm yet edged with the sharp clarity of an Alpha’s instincts. “Big brother, are you locked away in the room indulging in self-harm?”

The engagement hall, a place meant for unity and ceremony, had been shaken by the sight of the would-be groom reduced to near helplessness. Guests whispered, eyes flicking toward Magnus. Some dared to speculate: perhaps Derek did not wish for the Bluemoon Pack and the Sanchez Pack to merge fully.

Aysel standing at Magnus’ side, shifted protectively, partially shielding the scene. “Big brother, if something burdens you, speak. Magnus and I can help-there’s no need to harm yourself.”

Ulva’s mind raced, preparing to speak, but Derek, still struggling to maintain composure, interrupted her silent advocacy. Beads of sweat traced his furrowed brow, yet he smiled faintly, a graceful mask even now.

“Forgive me. This is my own failing.”

Bella grasped his wrist instinctively, anchoring herself to him. But Derek’s gaze softened, and with a gentle sweep of his paw, he released her hand, lowering his eyes. “Forgive me, Bella… our union… must end.”

A shocked gasp rippled through the assembly.

Bella’s teeth pressed against her lower lip, eyes glistening with unshed tears as she stared at him, demanding an explanation.

The Bluemoon Pack’s elders faltered, faces falling with disbelief and indignation. How could Derek-he who pursued her, he who had vowed their bond-so abruptly retract?

Ulva’s lips moved, preparing to mediate, but her gaze caught Aysel and Magnus, standing

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together, unscathed, calm, their presence unyielding. She lowered her eyes, conceding silently. It seemed they had lost. Less entanglement would spare others needless harm.

The matriarch’s tacit approval only reinforced the perception that Derek’s renunciation was justified. The Bluemoon Pack’s fury simmered, aware that the Sanchez’s internal dynamics were at play. Derek had, with careful words, given them an exit-an explanation they could not refuse.

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