Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe 105
**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 105**
**Aysel’s POV**
Fenrir stared at me, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. “But tonight’s performance is the only one the Moonspire Theater is hosting.” His voice carried a hint of desperation, as if he believed that the mere fact of the theater’s schedule could somehow dictate our actions.
In a world where vast territories sprawled out like a tapestry woven with ancient Pack alliances, the Moonspire was known for its strict adherence to order. They never allowed two shows to run simultaneously. The chaos that would ensue—too many wolves crammed into tight quarters, the potential for dominance fights erupting among Alphas and their followers—was a risk they simply could not afford.
Before I had the chance to formulate a response, a voice floated toward us, smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of venom, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Well, well. I’ve seen wolves fight over parents, money, even roles on stage… but fighting over who gets to visit the practice hall?”
It was Julia, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she emerged from the shadows of the theater’s archway. Her scent was a potent mix of sweat and self-satisfaction, a clear indication that she had just completed a vigorous sprint.
All eyes turned to her, drawn by the magnetism of her presence.
Julia—my delightful troublemaker from the chorus line—stood there, clad in her training leathers, leaning against a polished marble pillar, desperately trying to catch her breath. She must have bolted the moment she learned that Magnus and I were at the main entrance instead of sneaking through the VIP tunnels like usual.
She had arrived just in time to witness the Moonvale Pack’s blunders unfolding before her. And of course, she wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away; many of these wolves had made her life a living hell during rehearsals, their disdain evident under Celestine’s iron-fisted rule.
This was her chance to strike back, and no wolf with any pride would let such an opportunity pass without taking a bite.
The moment our eyes locked, she flashed me a grin, the kind that spoke volumes. She already understood the unspoken truth: I was her “mysterious investor,” her Alpha lurking in the shadows. And standing beside me was Rafe, the continent’s strongest Alpha, a figure who commanded respect and fear in equal measure.
It was precisely the kind of “coincidence” that would send ripples of unease through Celestine’s camp.
I smiled back, feeling a surge of warmth as I reached for the bouquet I had tucked under my arm, extending it toward her.
“Sorry, Julia. I won’t be able to attend tomorrow—my schedule is packed. So, I thought I’d drop by today for an early visit. Wishing you all the blessings of moon and fang for your performance.”
Her face lit up, genuine warmth breaking through her usual bravado.
“Aysel, just knowing you remember us is more than enough. Truly. Without your support, half of this production would have gone up in flames.”
Her voice softened, a rare moment of sincerity that caught me off guard. But she wasn’t wrong.
Celestine’s sabotage attempts had been unyielding, relentless in their cruelty.
With the main sponsor off traveling abroad, Julia had been instructed to follow my directives. I hadn’t needed to lift a finger before the chaos began: the understudy’s blocked technique, the prop smith’s catastrophic blunder. I had quietly sent in my own people, swift and efficient. The stage was saved, and their reputations restored. And the crucial showcase for Madame Sophia Holland’s team? They had nailed it, and already whispers of potential collaboration had begun to circulate.
Julia turned her attention to Fenrir, chin held high, defiance radiating from her.
“Just because your Celestine Ward has a performance doesn’t mean the rest of us are forbidden from training. This isn’t her territory. We didn’t steal her stage. So… would you mind moving?”
Fenrir’s jaw twitched, a flicker of anger flashing across his features. He stepped aside, his posture stiff and humiliated, the defeat evident in his body language.
Whispers began to ripple through the gathered wolves, a cacophony of speculation and judgment:
“So she wasn’t here for Celestine Ward?”
“Moonvale Pack reacted like she was—can’t blame anyone for misreading.”
“I knew it. After everything they’ve done to her? No way Aysel would come running back like a loyal pup.”
“Moonvale just doesn’t have the fate to climb high, huh?”
“And she came with Magnus Sanchez, no less.”
“And did no one notice who she’s visiting? Julia—Celestine’s rival.”
“One wolf comes to support the underdog. Another wolf waits at the door, desperate for her attention. Clear where her loyalties lie.”
Their commentary was anything but subtle, and no one bothered to lower their voices, the atmosphere thick with tension.
The Moonvale Pack flushed a deep, ugly red, embarrassment washing over them like a tide.
“You don’t have to destroy Celestine’s debut like this,” Luna Evelyn murmured, disappointment saturating her words.
Unlike Alpha Remus or his sons, Luna Evelyn recognized Julia the moment she laid eyes on her. Celestine’s greatest rival—the she-wolf Celestine had spent years undermining, plotting against behind the scenes.
By walking in with Magnus and presenting Julia with flowers in front of the entire theater, I had effectively unfurled a banner of Pack-blessing for Julia. Tomorrow, every wolf with a nose for gossip would be sniffing around her instead of Celestine.
Two debut performances. One inevitable comparison.
And they all knew which side I had chosen.
I cut off Evelyn’s rebuke with a low, cold growl that curled beneath my voice, a warning.
“Luna Evelyn, you may be Celestine’s mother, but you hold no authority over me. Whatever principles you employ to keep your own children in line—save them for them. I am not yours. I will do exactly as I choose.”
My wolf surged beneath my skin, teeth pressing against the fabric of reality, a reminder of the power that lay within me.
And finally, the Moonvale Pack fell silent.
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