The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Aysel’s POV

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Magnus’s proposal was quiet, almost restrained for an Alpha of the Shadowbane Pack.

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The wedding, however, was anything but. It was a ceremony worthy of packs and banners, moonlight and vows sworn before ancestors.

Before the bond was sealed, he placed a contract in my hands.

“I don’t know how long love lasts,” he said calmly, as if discussing territory lines rather than hearts. “Even if I believe ours could be eternal, I refuse to gamble on instinct alone-especially my own. Interest is the most reliable alliance. So I give you everything I am. If one day I betray you, this will let you walk away freely, leaving me stripped of power and pride. Aysel, from this day on, you are the true head of the Sanchez bloodline. I am merely the warrior who swears loyalty to you.”

It was Magnus’s declaration of fealty.

His binding oath.

If marriage was a wager, then the Alpha’s stake was his entire self-his lands, his claws, his life.

I laughed softly. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll regret it first?”

Every clause bound only him.

“If you regret it,” he answered without hesitation, “then it means I failed you.”

Then, after a pause, his wolf’s gaze sharpened.

“But no matter where you run. I will find you.”

I sat in his arms with the contract. pinched his cheek, teasing. “You could just say you don’t allow me to regret it.”

Magnus let me manhandle him, nuzzling my cheek with his nose like Rafe breaking through his Alpha’s composure. “Then tell me-will you?”

“I won’t,” I said, just as seriously. “Once I place my paw, I don’t turn back.”

He chuckled low in his chest. “Seems we’re both confident in ourselves.”

This path of marriage belonged to Magnus Sanchez and me alone. No pack, no elder, no fate had a say.

I signed.

Fortunately, over the decades that followed-until we shared the same long nights and silvered together— the contract gathered dust in a forgotten corner. It was never taken out again.

Magnus personally oversaw every detail of the wedding.

Perfection was the only acceptable standard.

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Jackson watched the wedding planners being driven half-mad by the Alpha’s meticulous commands and felt a deep, sympathetic dread.

Planning a mating ceremony, it turned out, was more stressful for Magnus than negotiating territories worth billions.

So much for the Alpha who once claimed love was merely cooperation.

With Magnus consumed by preparations, I-the mate-to-be-became the most idle wolf in the city, wandering with Skylar and the others, enjoying freedom before the bond.

Yet as the ceremony drew closer, I noticed something change.

One morning, I woke to his arm locked tightly around my waist, his body curled around mine as if afraid I might vanish. I patted his back, half-asleep, and murmured, “You haven’t been sleeping well lately. What’s wrong?”

He loosened his hold slightly and kissed my forehead. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

I turned to face him. “Speak.”

One word.

The Alpha dared not ignore it.

He lay on the pillow, brushed my cheek as if checking my warmth, his voice hoarse. “I dreamed I never met you. I destroyed the Sanchez line with my own hands. Life had no meaning. I lived like a corpse. One day, I abandoned everything and died in an avalanche.”

Reality was too perfect.

Each morning I woke beside my mate. Each night there was light waiting at home. No drifting. No emptiness.

He feared this happiness was an illusion-that the cold, loveless Alpha was the destiny he was meant to fulfill.

Only after meeting me did Magnus learn what Sweetness was.

And the fearless wolf learned how terrifying loss could be.

I took his hand, kissed his palm, then placed it back on me,

“This is my hair. These are my brows. My eyes. My nose. My lips.”

Finally, I pressed his hand to my chest. “This is the real Aysel.”

I looked into his eyes, calm and steady, “Magnus, suffering was never meant to define you. You were always meant to be happy.”

His lashes dampened. He leaned in and kissed me, voice trembling. “Baby… I love you so much.”

So this was it.

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