The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 438

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Scarlett put on her best mask of worry, her voice trembing as she stepped forward and tugged gently at Lady Seraphina Duskgrave’s sleeve.

“Lady Seraphina… she’s my sister. Her name is Riley Val Maybe-maybe there’s some misunderstanding

here?”

Hearing this, the fury in Seraphina’s eyes only intensifie

So this shameless hussy was Scarlett’s sister? That made everything worse.

Scarlett had long been her confidante. Ever since they grew close, Scarlett had frequently, almost innocently, spoken of being mistreated and bullied by her elder sister.

Seraphina had already harbored distaste for the infamous Riley Vale. But when she realized the same woman who had once dared raise her hand against Scarlett was now also the one in the photo Matriarch Duskgrave had sent her husband–it was as if oil had been poured onto an open flame.

She loathed Riley Vale with every fiber of her being.

And she knew Andi.

That flamboyant little peacock might act harmless, but he was one of the North’s most sought-after stylists. Some of the Stormridge Pack’s most iconic looks had come from his hands.

Though stylists like him were impossible for most to book, the Duskgrave family could get anyone. Yet today, it wasn’t Lady Seraphina he’d dressed-it was Riley

The rage twisted in her gut like a curse.

Was that old bat, Matriarch Duskgrave, really so disappointed in her after all these years? Seraphina had been married to Lucien’s father Ford for over two decades, living under the weight of judgment, enduring cold glances and hushed rumors. And yet, she had never won the matriarch’s favor.

And now… this?

That woman was grooming a new Luna-a young, fertile one.

A replacement.

Her eyes dropped to Riley’s flat stomach. She imagined her swelling with his heir.

Her vision went red.

She couldn’t bear it. Wouldn’t.

No woman would give the Duskgrave bloodline an heirf she couldn’t.

That right belonged to her-and her alone.

She hadn’t been barren by choice. It was that cursed bra Lucien-only five years old when he pushed her down the stairs, ending her pregnancy and her womb ia single, vicious moment. The doctors said it had been an accident.

She knew better.

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He had taken her child.

She would not let Riley give him another.

With a scream that was more beast than woman, Seraphina lunged forward and grabbed Riley by the hair, yanking her head down hard.

“You think flicking your little tail will make men crawl after you?” she shrieked. “I’ll teach you what happens to whores who mistake lust for power!”

Riley gritted her teeth, pain shooting through her scalp. She grabbed at Seraphina’s hands. “Let go! I don’t even know your husband!”

But no one was listening.

Andi tried to intervene but was instantly surrounded by a pack of feral Lunas. They scratched at him with manicured claws, drawing blood across his cheeks and arms until his face was streaked with crimson.

“Back off!” he shouted. “Do you even know who she is? She belongs to Lucien Duskgrave! If you touch her again, he will bury you and your pack with a single command!”

His voice boomed down the corridor.

Everything went still for a second.

And then… Seraphina laughed.

A loud, manic laugh.

“She belongs to Lucien? My stepson? The one who hasn looked at a single woman in thirty years suddenly has a little Omega pet?”

Her eyes gleamed, wild and unhinged.

“Oh, you’re good,” she hissed, pulling harder. “But not good enough.”

The crowd surged again.

Insults flew like daggers.

“Filthy bitch!”

“Bedwarmer!”

“Gold-digging mutt!”

Riley fought to stay on her feet, but Seraphina’s grip was ruthless. Someone slammed a heel into the back of her calf-sharp, merciless.

She stumbled.

Thud.

She hit the ground hard, her knees slamming into the marble floor with a sickening crunch.

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