Chapter 265\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was just returning from fetching Aysel\u2019s cloak when I felt a presence shift beside me. Olivia Darkmoon stepped out of the shadows, eyes sharp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking for Aysel?\u201d she asked, voice sweet but edged with claws.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer immediately. My arm rested lazily on the cloak, but inside, my wolf bristled at her intrusion. The blood of the pack thrummed in my veins; I wanted only to enjoy a rare moment with Aysel, the wind in her hair, the quiet in the mountains, and yet here came someone who didn\u2019t understand boundaries.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gave her a slow glance, letting the disinterest seep into my posture. No words. Just the cold patience of an Alpha who has learned restraint.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her lips trembled, her disappointment obvious. \u201cYou really\u2026 like her that much? I thought you\u2019d never care for anyone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was clever, thinking she could read the wolf in me, but she didn\u2019t know how deep the instincts ran. She could sniff desire, sure-but love? That belonged solely to Aysel. My wolf snarled at the thought of another pressing too close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I like Aysel? Is it that obvious?\u201d I asked, voice low, teeth barely hidden behind a faint curl of my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face drained of color. Typical. She thought passion was a gentle thing. She had no idea how consuming it could be-how territorial.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moved past her, the cloak dangling from my arm, leaving a cold shadow in my wake. Aysel was out there, and the wind was sharp; I couldn\u2019t risk her catching cold. My wolf growled softly, a low warning that any human who dared follow would pay.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMagnus!\u201d Olivia\u2019s voice cut after me. She dared to raise it, spilling her desire into the night. \u201cI like you!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My stride didn\u2019t falter. The wolf within surged, instincts screaming at me to protect my territory. She was not mine to take.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Redness flared in her eyes as she tried to intercept me, lunging with the boldness of a desperate hunter. \u201cI\u2019ve loved you since I was seventeen! Look at me! Why won\u2019t you see me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pivoted, swift and fluid, wolf senses guiding every movement, dodging her grasp with the elegance of a predator. My patience had limits, and she was testing them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damn it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her intrusion made me feel tainted, like a scent left on prey before I was ready. My eyes darkened, storms rolling beneath the surface. The Shadowbane blood in me warned her: overstep again, and there would be\u00a0<\/p>\n
consequences.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stumbled, caught by her own momentum, crashing heavily to the earth. I stopped a step, letting her experience the vulnerability she had sought to impose on me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it my aunt Ivy?\u201d she asked breathlessly, crimson staining her cheeks. \u201cIs that why you won\u2019t accept me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked down, eyes narrowing, wolf teeth just barely bared in annoyance. \u201cNo, Olivia Darkmoon. I don\u2019t like you. You are\u2026 irritating.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bluntness of it should have burned her, yet she trembled with disbelief. She had never faced such unvarnished rejection. My wolf growled, circling, scenting her fear, marking the boundary she had dared to\u00a0<\/p>\n
cross.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She spat out my rival\u2019s name, trying to challenge me: \u201cWhere do I fall short of Aysel? Family, strength, reputation, grace-what makes her better than me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stopped, eyes cold, and let a predator\u2019s laugh escape. \u201cYou? Compared to Aysel? She needs no comparison. I love her because she is Aysel. No matter the merits of a thousand others, no matter her faults, my heart belongs only to her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia,\u201d I warned, voice freezing with ice, wolf instincts sharpening every word. \u201cOne more move, and you\u2019ll regret being born into this world.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shivered, sprawled on the ground, and I could smell the genuine terror flooding her scent. Wolves read fear as clearly as the wind reads the mountains. She knew I could and would act.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tried one last play, biting back tears. \u201cYou\u2019ve forgotten that night seven years ago? I saved you\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
I froze, wolf senses alert but unmoved. She thought the debt could sway me, that a single act could bind an Alpha to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can dislike a suitor,\u201d she pressed on, hope flickering in her scent. \u201cBut you can\u2019t drive away someone who saved your life!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tried one final compromise: \u201cIf you must have Aysel, I can accept her being\u2026 elsewhere. I just want your\u2026 your mate\u2019s position.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words dripped with self-betrayal, but my wolf only sniffed the scent of desperation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She scrambled to her feet, reaching out, believing fate would align in her favor. Then my hand-strong, unyielding, Alpha strong-clamped around her throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her lungs fought for air, her face flushing crimson, eyes wide with panic. She clawed at me, but I was the predator. Death\u2019s shadow swept over her, and the chill of the mountains crept into her bones.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No mercy. No hesitation. In the world of wolves, strength speaks louder than desire. And I, Magnus of the Shadowbane Pack, had made it clear: my territory-and my heart-belonged only to Aysel.\u00a0<\/p>\n
622\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe 265 Chapter 265\u00a0 Magnus\u2019s POV\u00a0 I was just returning from fetching Aysel\u2019s cloak when I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pack-princess"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20539"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20539\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}