The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307

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After Bastien was laid to rest, the various branches of the Sanchez bloodline began moving their sons and daughters out of the old pack estate one after another.

They had stayed for years for two reasons:

first, because living there was a symbol of status within the Shadowbane Pack;

second, because staying close to the old Alpha made it easier to curry favor and sniff out inheritance.

Now that the dust had settled, with the old Alpha gone and their ties to Magnus all but severed, those relatives no longer had the face-or the nerve-to remain.

To be honest, they also found the estate ominous.

Once loud with feasts, negotiations, and undercurrents of blood and ambition, the ancestral grounds fell suddenly quiet, shadows stretching where wolves once crowded.

Magnus and Aysel did not move back either.

The place they returned to most often was still the first villa Magnus had given her-the territory that felt most like home.

Morning light spilled through curtains left carelessly open, washing over the soft bed.

Aysel stirred as sunlight danced across her face. With a faint hum, she buried her face into the bare chest beside her.

Magnus’s body reacted before his mind did-an Alpha’s instincts pulling her closer, his arm tightening around her waist, pressing her against the heat and strength of his form.

He reached blindly for the curtain remote.

Couldn’t find it.

No idea where it had been tossed during the night’s unrestrained chaos.

Disturbed from sleep, Aysel bit him lightly in complaint, mumbling,

“This is all your fault. I told you not to mess around by the window.”

The sharp sting snapped Magnus fully awake.

“Easy, little wolf,” he breathed, low and teasing, shifting slightly.

She jolted, heat rushing to her face as she opened her eyes-and saw the marks she’d left on his skin the night before, faint red crescents matching her teeth, some not yet faded.

She leaned in and kissed them softly.

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“Doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t hurt.”

Magnus laughed and caught her wrist.

“Then kiss somewhere else.”

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She nudged his leg under the covers in warning.

And when she glanced down at herself, she grew indignant instead-she was the one who had suffered

more.

She’d begged him to loosen his grip, but he’d clung like a wolf refusing to release its prey-

“No,” she muttered, pressing her palm down firmly.

“Baby-” He buried his face into her neck, voice low and clingy, every bit the possessive Alpha.

A knock sounded at the door, again and again.

Aysel arched back slightly, fingers tangling in his hair, brows knitting as she tried to resist.

“N-no… we’re going out later…”

“I’ll watch the time,” he promised.

Outside. Daron padded down the corridor. The moment he neared the door and heard the familiar. ambiguous sounds, he flicked his ears.

Ah.

The Alphas were playing again.

With a shake of his head, Daron trotted away, claws tapping rhythmically down the hall.

Daylight was far less forgiving than moonlight.

Shyness only encouraged the Alpha to abandon restraint.

The blanket soon became discarded prey, tangled on the floor with the lost remote.

In the bright, warm room, crimson roses bloomed, dewdrops trembling as a devoted wolf kissed each petal in reverent devotion.

Aysel did not make it out that day.

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But the days that followed became harder for Magnus.

Julia, riding the explosive success of Sophia Holland’s new dance drama, rose swiftly to international fame and began preparing her own solo production.

She invited Aysel-her longtime partner-to choreograph.

To keep Aysel in peak condition, Magnus was forced into abstinence.

12:22 Wed, Dec 24 MG

Chapter 307

“Doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t hurt.”

Magnus laughed and caught her wrist.

“Then kiss somewhere else.”

She nudged his leg under the covers in warning.

Fimshed

And when she glanced down at herself, she grew indignant instead-she was the one who had suffered

more.

She’d begged him to loosen his grip, but he’d clung like a wolf refusing to release its prey-

“No,” she muttered, pressing her palm down firmly.

“Baby-” He buried his face into her neck, voice low and clingy, every bit the possessive Alpha.

A knock sounded at the door, again and again.

Aysel arched back slightly, fingers tangling in his hair, brows knitting as she tried to resist.

“N-no… we’re going out later…”

“I’ll watch the time,” he promised.

Outside, Daron padded down the corridor. The moment he neared the door and heard the familiar, ambiguous sounds, he flicked his ears.

Ah.

The Alphas were playing again.

With a shake of his head, Daron trotted away, claws tapping rhythmically down the hall.

Daylight was far less forgiving than moonlight.

Shyness only encouraged the Alpha to abandon restraint.

The blanket soon became discarded prey, tangled on the floor with the lost remote.

In the bright, warm room, crimson roses bloomed, dewdrops trembling as a devoted wolf kissed each petal in reverent devotion.

Aysel did not make it out that day.

But the days that followed became harder for Magnus.

Julia, riding the explosive success of Sophia Holland’s new dance drama, rose swiftly to international fame and began preparing her own solo production.

She invited Aysel-her longtime partner-to choreograph.

To keep Aysel in peak condition, Magnus was forced into abstinence.

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With no other choice, the Alpha threw himself back into work, determined to earn more resources for his

mate.

Jackson, run ragged despite a salary thick with zeros, nearly collapsed daily, scheming endlessly about how to lure Aysel into visiting the company.

A motivated Alpha was terrifying.

The Shadowbane Pack’s enterprises surged again, profits stacking so high the wolves were almost tired of winning.

Strangely, love had softened Magnus.

He was still untouchable-but more measured, more humane.

Everyone knew now: offend Magnus, and there might still be salvation-

if you could win over Aysel.

Of course, some wolves remained blind.

One night, returning from rehearsal with Julia, Aysel received a message from Skylar containing only a single garbled symbol.

Magnus, who had endured solitude for far too long, bathed and prepared meticulously, intent on pleasing his mate—

Only to open the bedroom door and find the bed empty.

His wolf snapped to attention.

Aysel, still in her sleepwear, had already sped off with her guards toward the Frostfang Pack.

Their gates were torn down with brute force. Blood followed.

They arrived just in time.

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