Chapter 299\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Determined, she corralled a group of younger cubs to pepper Alfie with questions, keeping him firmly occupied, ensuring he could not approach Aysel. Alfie\u2019s instincts told him what she was doing, and though he could have resisted, he didn\u2019t. Seven years past, seven years present, he had always been an observer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s luck today seemed to clash with the fates themselves. First the spilled wine incident, then moments later, a clumsy cub knocked over a tray of desserts, coating her cerulean dress in sticky frosting. There was no choice but to retreat to the antechamber once more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet, as the door swung open, Aysel sensed an unusual tension in the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bastien sat comfortably, his predatory gaze tempered by contentment. His heir and mate were the embodiment of harmony; even Aysel, the wildest of the Moonvale Pack, had behaved throughout the night. He cast a satisfied glance at Magnus.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe two of you-when will you bind your fates in marriage?\u201d he rumbled, his voice a low growl veiled with jest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus toyed with the leather band Aysel had absentmindedly placed on his wrist, a sly smirk playing across his face. \u201cGrandfather, are you eager to see the little wolf enter the den?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bastien\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cI\u2019d say the eagerness lies more with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel was marked unmistakably as Magnus\u2019 own, her scent claimed, her presence a living declaration to all of the city: the Moonvale and Shadowbane wolves were indivisible. Marriage was inevitable. Soon, she would be the matriarch of Shadowbane, poised and proper, a figure of respect in the pack\u2019s den.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In his mind lingered the fallen second son, Ulric, and Ivy, once arrogant and now hollowed by Darkmoon Pack\u2019s collapse. The sigh he exhaled carried the weight of long-buried regrets.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus seemed to read his thoughts, voice casual yet sharp as the edge of a wolf\u2019s fang. \u201cEven if we marry, we may never truly belong to the Sanchez den.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bastien arched a brow. \u201cYou-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before words could continue, a cub burst into the hall. \u201cSomething\u2019s wrong!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The patriarch\u2019s heart stuttered, the ancient intuition of the pack sensing danger. Magnus\u2019 posture shifted instantly; his normally composed face now shadowed with a predator\u2019s darkness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cThe nature of the Sanchez Pack is to seize,\u201d he said, voice low and resonant, carrying a warning laced with ice. \u201cA wolf king can only hold one throne. Expecting harmony among wolves is folly.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, he followed the cub toward the source of trouble.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Whispers spread quickly: the Shadowbane heir\u2019s prize had been cornered by a mysterious son of the Fifth House. The celebratory den trembled at the news. The younger wolves were aflutter, unsure whether to gawk or flee. None dared approach the antechamber, sensing the wrath of a wolf scorned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the threshold, Magnus let out a humorless chuckle, then pushed the door open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHi-\u201d Aysel\u2019s voice chimed like wind through the pines, her small frame stepping into his protective embrace. Behind her, the fragile Johanna remained calm, exchanging silent understanding with Ulva, who stood unmoved by the commotion outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus\u2019 hands raked through Aysel\u2019s hair, brushing back the few rebellious strands. \u201cAre you unharmed?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d Aysel replied, bright-eyed, tail flicking with mischief. \u201cJust chatted with Aunt Johanna But why is everyone so riled up?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ulva\u2019s expression softened slightly. \u201cA rumor reached the servants-they feared for your safety. That\u2019s why they came.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s lips curved in amusement. \u201cI\u2019m fine. But perhaps the others truly need your attention.\u201d She pointed toward the closed door across the hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All eyes shifted to the sealed chamber. Ulva\u2019s smile faded. \u201cEnsuring Aysel\u2019s safety is enough. Bring everyone else back. I will handle it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo need,\u201d Aysel interrupted, a mischievous glint in her amber eyes. \u201cThe guests are here\u2014 might as well witness the spectacle.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The typically serene Ulva pressed her lips into a thin line, holding Aysel\u2019s gaze with silent authority.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus tilted his chin, signaling the staff to obey the Moonvale heiress. The hotel manager, hands trembling, positioned the keycard, every nerve taut. The other guests leaned forward, curiosity and dread clawing at them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rumors had swirled of a secret liaison between Aysel and Alfie-enticing the pack\u2019s younger wolves to intervene-until they realized the claim was false. But the room across the hall now stirred anew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The door swung open, revealing a male wolf sprawled across the rug, fur and garments. disheveled, limbs slashed with the sharp bite of knives. Gasps filled the hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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