All Chapters of Masked Desire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kaelen's POV"What is going on out here?"Alpha Richard Moon's voice cuts through the tense silence like a blade. He strides into the garden, still in his sleeping robe but radiating authority. Behind him, my father follows, his face dark with disapproval."Father," Elena starts, but Richard holds up a hand."I don't want to hear it. Not now." His eyes sweep over all of us - me, Elena, Sarah, and Avalon. "The ceremony begins in less than four hours. We have guests arriving, preparations to finalize, and I find you all out here having some kind of confrontation?""Alpha Moon, I can explain—" I begin."No explanations. Not now." He looks at Elena. "Inside. Now. You need to start getting ready.""But Father—""Now, Elena."Elena looks at me, her eyes filled with confusion and hurt. I can see her trying to decide who to believe, what to think."Elena, wait." I step forward and catch her hand before she can leave. She tenses but doesn't pull away.I lower my voice so only she can hear. "Re

Ivan's POVThe clash of metal against metal rings in my ears. Blood sprays across my face as I drive my sword through a Ravenscrest warrior's shoulder. He screams and falls back. I don't wait to see if he gets up. There's already another enemy coming at me from the left.My lycan abilities make me faster and stronger than most wolves on this battlefield. I can see better in the smoke and darkness. I can smell the fear and rage mixing in the air around me. But even with these advantages, the Ravenscrest forces just keep coming. For every warrior we take down, two more seem to appear.I block an attack aimed at my throat and counter with a slash that opens my opponent's side. He stumbles away, clutching the wound. Around me, Lycan warriors fight with everything they have. The sounds of battle are everywhere - swords clashing, wolves howling, warriors screaming orders or crying out in pain.Between each fight, my mind goes to the same place. Jason. He's in the medical wing, helping with

Queen Lydia's POVThe war room buzzes with controlled chaos. Maps cover every surface. Enchanted viewing crystals hover in the air, showing different sections of the battlefield in real time. Messengers run in and out constantly, bringing reports and carrying orders.I stand at the center of it all, my hands braced on the main strategy table."Enemy forces are pushing toward the inner courtyard," Commander Hayes reports, pointing to a crystal showing that section. "We're holding them but barely.""Reinforce the left flank," I order. "Pull units from the eastern wall if you have to.""Your Majesty, that will leave the eastern approach vulnerable—""The eastern approach has natural barriers. The inner courtyard doesn't. Make it happen."Hayes salutes and rushes off to relay the orders.It's been decades since I commanded troops in actual battle. When Marcus and I were younger, before Ivan was born, I fought beside my husband in several conflicts. Back then, I was known for my strategic

Avalon's POVThe cave goes back further than I expected. We follow it for maybe fifty feet before it opens into a small chamber. Not big, but enough space for both of us to lie down without touching.The howling outside has stopped. Either they moved on, or they're getting ready to search more carefully."We should rest," I whisper to Kaelen. "Take turns keeping watch."He nods in the darkness. I can barely see his outline.We don't have anything to make a fire with. Even if we did, the light would give away our position. So we settle into the cold darkness and try to rest."I'll take first watch," I offer."You're exhausted, Avalon. You've been weak for days—""Which is why I'll take first watch. I probably can't sleep anyway." I lower myself to sit with my back against the cave wall. "Get some rest, Kaelen. I'll wake you in a few hours."He hesitates, then finally lies down on the cave floor. Within minutes, his breathing evens out into sleep.But it's not peaceful sleep. He shifts

Ivan's POVJason is falling apart in front of me and there's nothing I can do to stop it.We're in the private chambers my mother arranged for us after the negotiations broke for recess. Jason sits on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. He hasn't spoken since we left the meeting hall.I kneel in front of him, taking both his hands in mine."Talk to me," I say quietly."Weapons." His voice is hollow. "They wanted to turn omegas into weapons. Turn me into a weapon.""We don't know the full truth yet. That folder Garrett showed us could be fake, designed to manipulate the negotiations—""It's not fake." Jason finally looks at me. His eyes are red but dry, like he's gone beyond tears. "You saw your mother's face when she read it. She believed it."He's right. I did see my mother's reaction. The shock and disgust that crossed her face before she locked it down behind her political mask."Even if it's real, your parents' choices don't define you," I tell him. "You're not responsible fo