The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411

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Lucien held Riley close as they stepped out of Moonthread Den, only to find Ronan still standing nearby.

A flicker of annoyance passed through Lucien’s eyes. He wrapped his coat tighter around Riley, shielding her face completely from view.

Riley’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. She clutched the edge of his coat with white knuckles, her nails digging into her palms.

“Alpha Lucien,” Ronan called out, stepping forward with an air of forced politeness. “Leaving so soon?”

Lucien didn’t hesitate. His voice was steady, commanding. “My mate isn’t feeling well.”

At those words, Riley’s heart skipped a beat. The title rolled off his tongue so naturally, yet it sent a tremor through her soul. Her face burned as she pressed closer to Lucien, her ear against his chest, where his heartbeat matched her own-fast, strong, and protective.

The tension was palpable. Even the air seemed to thicken with the weight of dominance and threat.

Lucien narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in their amber depths. “She’s not in a condition to greet anyone, especially not you.”

With that, he effortlessly scooped Riley up into his arms

Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.

Lucien opened the car door in a swift motion and gently placed her in the back seat, his frame hovering protectively above her.

Their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them. Riley could feel his warmth against her skin, his scent grounding her.

He lowered his head slightly and murmured near her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

His voice, soft and resolute, soothed the turmoil inside her.

Then he stood, closed the door, and turned to face Ronan.

The air shifted.

Ronan took a step closer, a gleam of suspicion in his eyes. He couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly, but something about her scent tickled his memory.

Lucien’s stance stiffened. His posture was no longer just defensive. It was territorial.

If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going,” Lucien said, his tong now unmistakably frigid.

Ronan hesitated.

There was something nagging at him. A scent-familiar, most maddeningly so.

He inhaled again.

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The scent was buried beneath layers of Lucien’s Alpha pheromones, but still faintly there. Riley.

But… no. That couldn’t be. Riley had been scrawny, hollow-eyed, with bruises under her skin and despair in her bones.

Yet the woman Lucien shielded was nothing like the ghost of the prisoner he remembered.

This one was fuller now, curves soft and healthy under the folds of Lucien’s coat. Her once dull skin now glowed with quiet vitality. Even the air around her shimmered with new strength, the kind that came from being cared for-not pitied, but protected. Loved.

Lucien had given her that. And Ronan didn’t recognize what he’d once broken because she was no longer

broken.

But instincts were instincts.

Ronan moved.

With a sudden motion, he yanked open the car door.

A cold gust swept inside.

Riley flinched, shrinking back.

Ronan leaned in, eyes seeking her face-

But he never got the chance.

Lucien’s fist collided with Ronan’s jaw, sending the othe Alpha stumbling back several steps.

Ronan wiped the blood from his lip, stunned. He was rarely touched-and never like this, not in public.

Fury overtook him.

He lunged.

The sound of fabric

Bones crack

Mus

tearing echoed through the street a both men began to shift.

1. Flesh tore as fur erupted from skin.

Lucien’s form expanded-sleek midnight fur, like woven obsidian under sunlight. He was bigger than Ronan remembered, more solid, with a terrifying, quiet strength. His eyes blazed with golden fury.

Ronan’s wolf emerged seconds later, larger in height perhaps, with a brutish, bulkier frame and a coat of storm-gray. But size alone meant nothing.

Lucien moved like a shadow come alive. Precise. Lethal

They collided with a snarl.

Claws slashed. Fangs snapped.

The street became a battlefield.

Riley sat frozen in the car, both hands clenched to the door frame as the two Alphas fought like ancient titans.

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Each time Lucien was hit, her heart stopped. Every blow landed on him felt like it landed on her.

She could hardly breathe.

None of this would have happened if not for her.

Lucien-

The man who had treated her not as a burden, but as a son

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