All Chapters of Fated to His Masked Alpha : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The fog shattered like glass inside Daisy’s head.One moment she was lost in that honey-thick haze, caught between whispers that told her Troy had abandoned her and an ache that urged her toward Benjamin’s carefully manufactured comfort. But then—the warmth of something deeper, something unyielding—rushed through her veins.It was not magic. It was not persuasion.It was bond.His bond.The mark on her neck, which the witch had tried to nullify, flared back to life with a blaze that burned away every shadow. A howl tore through her chest—wordless, primal—answering the pulse of her mate’s spirit clawing its way back into hers.Daisy stumbled forward, falling to her knees, clutching her throat as though the mark itself had just been branded anew. Tears blinded her. The fog tried to close in again, but it faltered now, weakened, thinned to strands of mist that dissolved under her defiance.No.No matter what Benjamin promised. No matter what spell had chained her mind. She belonged to on

Benjamin’s hands were slick with sweat, the gilt edges of the council chamber’s long table cold under his fingers. Around him, the pack leaders murmured, casting wary glances at each other, their loyalty frayed but not yet broken. He had fought for power all his life, clawed his way to the top through treachery and betrayal, and yet, now, sitting there in the seat of a fragile Alpha he had seized through murder and manipulation, he felt the walls closing in.Because Troy and Daisy were more than a couple. They were a force that no cunning, no manipulation, no vote could break. And that stung worse than the memory of the night he’d killed Troy’s parents.Benjamin rose abruptly, voice booming across the chamber. “The Blackpine Pack cannot afford weakness!” His words were clipped, sharp, but carried the practiced charm of a man used to bending the room to his will. “I say that Troy Anderson is unfit to lead—not only because of his time in exile but because of his Luna’s—” His gaze flicke

The sun rose over Blackpine with a pale, hopeful light, spilling across the clearing and casting golden streaks through the tall pines. The packhold stirred, waking not just to a new day, but to a new era—one forged from fire, loss, and an unbreakable bond. Troy stood at the top of the main hall’s steps, Daisy beside him, surveying the assembly of pack members gathered before them.The past weeks had been brutal. The pack had been fractured by Benjamin’s treachery, shaken by betrayal, and nearly torn apart by the internal strife his manipulation had sparked. Now, however, there was clarity. There was direction. And there was leadership—fierce, unwavering, and bonded by love.Troy’s voice rang out over the clearing, firm and commanding. “The Blackpine Pack has faced storms before, but never like this. Never with our trust and loyalty tested to the bone. Benjamin’s actions nearly cost us our unity—but today, we reclaim it. Every Alpha, Beta, and Luna here has a role to play. Every pack

The Blackpine training grounds had never felt so tense. The air itself seemed charged, almost humming with the undercurrent of something unseen. Daisy had tried to push her unease aside, focusing on the steady thrum of life within her—her unborn child, the bond with Troy, and the pulse of her wolf—but the moment she saw Samantha approach him again, her instincts flared. And her hands balked into fists by her sides. She tried to calm herself. After all, she had expected this and was determined to ensure Samantha did not succeed. Samantha moved with an effortless grace, a smile playing on her lips that was both charming and deliberate. Her eyes, dark as midnight pools, held a gleam that Daisy instantly recognized: calculation. She was aware of Troy’s devotion, aware of the unbreakable bond between mate and Luna, and yet she had come, smiling, pretending to be innocently drawn to him.Troy didn’t notice immediately. His focus had been on adjusting a sparring drill for the younger warrio

The evening air was unusually still, the forest around Blackpine whispering secrets only those attuned could sense. Daisy had noticed it first—a subtle change, a flicker in the bond that pulsed between her and Troy. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but her wolf growled low in warning. Something was off.Samantha had returned that afternoon, as radiant and deliberate as ever, but this time, her aura carried an edge that Daisy recognized immediately: magic. Not raw, not obvious, but subtle, insidious—a weave meant to disturb, to blur boundaries, to test the Alpha’s focus.Daisy observed from the edge of the training grounds, heart pounding. The witch’s teachings were evident in every detail: Samantha’s soft laughter, her careful gestures, the way her voice carried over the evening breeze in a rhythm designed to enchant.Troy, ever disciplined, remained unaware—or at least, he pretended to. But Daisy’s instincts screamed that Samantha had begun her work, threading faint enchantments i