The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 304

The Pack’s Daughter

Chapter 304

Third Person’s POV

Old Alpha Bastien had never been a sentimental wolf.

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When raising his descendants, he favored sharpening their fangs and honing their instincts over warmth or indulgence. Mercy, in his eyes, dulled claws. Affection softened wolves meant to rule.

Among all his grandchildren, only two had ever truly received his personal guidance-Derek and Magnus.

And as expected, those two grew into the most outstanding wolves of their generation. Even across the entire imperial capital and its ruling packs, such heirs were rare.

After the mantle of future Alpha was, half by pressure and half by destiny, placed upon Magnus, Bastien had once considered leaving most of his remaining inheritance to Derek as compensation.

But he had not expected that before his own death, the two brothers would already turn their fangs on one another.

That night was destined to be unbearable.

Before one calamity could even be digested, another struck without mercy.

Not long after Magnus finished speaking with the grief-worn Bastien, Aysel approached, phone in hand, her expression tightly controlled.

“The Sanchez ancestral den is on fire.”

By the time the Sanchez wolves rushed back, the flames had already been extinguished.

The ancestral residence was not severely damaged.

But Ulric and Ivy were dead.

The blows came too fast. Bastien’s heart failed under the strain, and he was rushed to the infirmary.

While the others followed to guard the old Alpha, Aysel remained with Magnus as he went to claim Ulric’s body.

The fire had started in the second branch’s private chambers

After leaving the engagement feast, Ivy had returned to the Sanchez den.

The Darkmoon Pack had already cast her out. Her kin despised her, hated her, loathed her. Their pillars had collapsed overnight-assets seized, lands reclaimed, status erased. Once-exalted wolves were reduced to scavenging in the shadows, cursed both in reality and across the pack networks.

They could barely survive, let alone face the wolf who had dragged them into ruin.

The world was vast-but Ivy stood alone within it, abandoned on all sides.

She had already chosen death.

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When Ulme was told that Jvy wished to see him, he was wheeled into the chamber by servants and froze.

She snood before the vanity, dressed in a wedding gown.

After the in shock. Ulric pressed his lips together, unable to speak.

Their own ming ceremony had been painfully understated.

At the time. Raya had died, and Ulric had spent half a year crippled in the infirmary. His body and spirir had been brokem he had no desire to host a grand ritual.

The wedding gown by had commissioned overseas-lavish, expensive, meticulously crafted-had never been completed in mine. It was never worn, only sealed away and preserved.

It became one of her deepest knots.

That was why she chung so fiercely to the illusion of harmony before outsiders, why she paraded affection like a badge.

Ulric did not understand why she had taken the gown out now.

Nor did he ask why she had left the engagement feast early.

They had not truly spoken in years.

Ivy did not speak much either. She brushed her hair slowly, studying her reflection.

A masterpiece by a legendary designer-timeless even decades later. But the wolf wearing it could never reclaim her youth.

It should have been tight, but the collapse of the Darkmoon Pack had hollowed her out. The dress fit perfectly now.

“Ulric Sanchez,” she called his name softly.

“I wish I had never loved you.”

She placed a photograph on the table.

Ulric’s fingers twitched.

It was a wedding photo he had kept hidden among his books-well preserved.

Himself and Raya.

The man smiling freely in the image bore no resemblance to the groom years later-expressionless, distan as if merely fulfilling a duty.

“I tried to erase her from your heart,” Ivy said quien trying to wipe away someone else’s carving Over and it was engraved in stone.”

Everything she had done had been futile from the st

Tour years, I was like a clown leaping about with a rag owen (Only to realize it wasn’t written on the surface-

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“Can you tell me,” she asked, voice trembling, “where I lost?”

Ulric gazed at Raya’s gentle smile in the photo, his voice steady.

“You didn’t lose to anyone. Loving someone has never been something you can control.”

He had once believed reason could conquer love, that power could bury grief.

But every sleepless night proved him wrong.

Ivy’s expression wavered between laughter and tears.

“But I sacrificed the Darkmoon Pack. My family. Everything.”

Ulric’s hand clenched around the armrest of his chair.

“It’s my fault.” He had failed as a mate-and as a father.

“Can I hold you one last time?”

Ivy asked.

Ulric hesitated, then opened his arms.

She stepped forward, bent down, and embraced him, tears falling freely.

“Ulric. I truly loved you.”

The blade entered his heart from behind.

“So I can only take you with me.”

Ulric did not struggle. He did not look shocked.

He smiled faintly, relieved.

“In the next life,” he whispered, “don’t love me again.”

Ivy shook her head, then nodded.

“No. Let’s not meet again.”

Blood soaked the white gown.

She sat on the edge of the bed, swallowed every sleeping draught she had prepared, and lay down beside

him.

Watching Ulric bleed, enduring in silence, tears slid to her chin.

“If I could wake up, she murmured, “and return to the day you brought Raya to meet me… I would bless you

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