The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 432

The Pack’s Daughter

Chapter 432

Ronan Duskcliff had never been denied entry anywhere in his life.

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And yet here he was, standing at the edge of the Mooncrest Grand Hotel’s gala hall, blocked by a glorified Beta with a clipboard and far too much self-importance

His expression was storm-dark. The muscles in his jaw ticked dangerously.

This wasn’t just any night. This was the Stormridge Matriarch’s eightieth year.

Every key figure in the werewolf world was inside that room. Investors. Alphas. Elders. Kingmakers.

And Ronan needed them.

The Duskcliff Pack had been hemorrhaging alliances for months. Stock value plummeting. Old partners backing out.

He needed to mend the cracks-and tonight was the perfect chance. If he could charm Lady Duskgrave, maybe even strike a deal for the Eastern Wastelands redevelopment, he could stop the bleeding.

He had to get inside.

But no matter how many credits he waved or how low his voice dropped, the security wolf didn’t budge.

Then, a familiar voice drifted toward him like lavender smoke.

“Brother Ronan?”

He turned, startled.

Scarlett Vale stood a few paces away, arm linked with a strikingly regal she-wolf in deep crimson silk-Lady Seraphina Duskgrave herself.

Ronan blinked. “Scarlett? What are you doing here?”

The young she-wolf gave him a sweet, practiced smile. “I’m here with my dearest friend. Her mother-in-law. is the guest of honor tonight.”

She turned, playfully tugging on Seraphina’s sleeve. “Dearest, you’re the Alpha Prince’s wife. Can’t you help my poor brother out?”

Brother? The guard’s ears twitched. That word again. Too casual. Too intimate.

Seraphina, ever the performer, smiled coldly. “The Matriarch is my mother-in-law. You’re blocking her bloodline.”

The Beta’s face shifted from defiance to alarm. “Apologies, Lady Seraphina! I didn’t realize-of course, I didn’t mean any disrespect. But I do still need to confirm-”

She didn’t let him finish.

From her clutch, she produced a shimmering gold-embossed invitation-the unmistakable mark of a direct Duskgrave heir.

Most wolves had simple crimson parchments. Gold was for the bloodline.

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The guard bowed deeply, inspecting the seal, then stepping aside. “My deepest apologies, Lady Duskgrave. Please, come in.”

Seraphina raised her chin with cool elegance. “They’re both my guests. They enter with me.”

There was a flicker of hesitation in the Beta’s eyes-but he nodded. “Of course.”

And just like that, Ronan was in.

They stepped through, the arched doors into the grand Ballroom-and were instantly swallowed by a sea of golden light and murmuring voices.

A massive crystal chandelier cast halos across the marble floor. She-wolves in flowing gowns moved like colored flames between silk-draped tables. The air was thick with perfume and pheromones-power, beauty, and the unmistakable tension of a thousand hidden agendas.

Ronan’s eyes scanned the room. His Alpha instincts kicked in-sizing up rivals, sniffing out opportunity.

He spotted a few key investors from the Western Dominion, and with a brief nod to Scarlett and Seraphina, moved away to engage.

Scarlett watched him go without a word. Her focus was elsewhere.

She was searching for him.

Lucien.

Her breath hitched slightly. That was the only reason she had come tonight.

Not for the Matriarch. Not for some “celebration.” She wanted to stand beside Lucien Duskgrave-no, she wanted to own that space beside him.

But the ballroom was too full. Too loud. And he was nowhere to be seen.

Her heart, once light with anticipation, now sank with unease.

Why isn’t he here?

She excused herself from Seraphina with a soft, “I’ll just freshen up,” and slipped out of the ballroom.

The corridor outside the banquet hall was quiet, gilded with antique sconces and lined with dark oak doors. Scarlett lingered near the restrooms, hoping he might pass by.

Ten minutes. Nothing.

So she drifted toward the upper level, where the private lounges and guest suites were reserved for direct descendants and inner-circle guests.

Just as she turned the corner-she froze.

From the end of the corridor, a door creaked open.

And out stepped Riley Vale.

Scarlett’s breath caught in her throat.

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She hadn’t seen her in days.

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