Chapter 226

• Third Person's POV
• Aysel did not particularly like the old Alpha of the Sanchez Pack, Bastien. She was no mindless storm of claws and fangs, eager to strike at any moment. Today, in this den of celebration, she would not waste herself overturning tables or creating chaos. Of course, if others tried, she might lend a swipe at a tablecloth, playful mischief in her eyes, but no more than that.
• Magnus, his massive form towering behind her, stroked the fur along her nape, nodding in quiet approval. "Such sweetness, my dear, it's their own prejudice that blinds them," he murmured, a low rumble in his throat.