All Chapters of Fated to His Masked Alpha : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Blackpine sun filtered softly through the trees, casting dappled light over the Alpha hold. Inside, the quiet hum of anticipation filled the space, mingled with the soft murmur of the pack moving about their duties. Daisy rested in the central chamber, hands pressed over her growing abdomen, the life within her a constant, pulsing reminder of the future she and Troy had forged together. Troy entered, his golden eyes immediately finding hers, concern and desire swirling together in a perfect storm. He knelt beside her, hands brushing over hers, feeling the steady pulse of the bond that had strengthened with every passing day, every challenge, every intimate moment they had shared. Heat flared between them and he looked at her with all the love and lust that had filled his heart and body to over flowing rootions. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Troy murmured, voice low, reverent. “The strength, the life… it’s ours. And it makes everything—every battle, every trial—we’ve faced wort

The night had fallen deep over Blackpine, cloaking the forest in a hushed, expectant quiet. Inside the Alpha hold, the air was thick with anticipation, golden light pulsing softly from the Alpha-Luna bond that had grown stronger with every passing day. Daisy’s breaths came in measured waves, her hand pressed protectively over her swollen abdomen as Troy knelt beside her, eyes glowing gold, every muscle taut with vigilance and devotion.“It’s beginning,” she whispered, a tremor in her voice—not of fear, but of awe. “The time has come, Troy.”Troy’s hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing gently over her skin. “I’m here, Daisy. Every moment, every breath… I’m right here with you. You’re strong, stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. Our child… our family… will be safe, because of you.”Her wolf growled low, protective and coiled beneath her skin, responding to the surge of life that pulsed within her. Troy’s energy flared around them, golden light intertwining with Daisy’s, the Alpha-Luna

The wind through Blackpine carried a subtle tension, a lingering echo of the chaos the pack had endured. Troy and Daisy stood atop the cliffs overlooking the forest, their pups safe in the hold, golden light of their bond shimmering in the fading sunset. Despite peace, their instincts hummed with unease. “We’ve come far,” Troy said, his hand brushing Daisy’s, wolf low and protective beneath her skin. “But something… I can feel it. Another storm.” Daisy nodded, placing a hand on her abdomen, feeling the life within her pulse in harmony with their bond. “I feel it too. Whoever comes… they’ll have to face both of us. The pack and the pups. Nothing will take us by surprise again.” Their warning proved prophetic. At the edge of Blackpine, a coalition of rogue clans—once allies of Benjamin and Samantha—gathered, seeking to exploit any perceived weakness in the Alpha-Luna family. Scouts returned breathless, eyes wide with fear. “They underestimate us,” Troy growled, golden energy flar

The clearing still hummed with the echoes of howls. Even long after the circle had broken and wolves dispersed back into the forest, Blackpine pulsed with the energy of triumph. Laughter carried through the trees, songs rose around bonfires, and pups darted between legs, pretending to re-enact the fights they had just witnessed.But not all the celebration felt pure. Not to Arden and Lyra.They sat side by side on the stone terrace of the Alpha hold, the Trial behind them, the weight of the pack pressing forward into their future. Arden’s knuckles were still raw from the fight, and Lyra’s arm was bandaged, faint blood seeping through the cloth. The scent of antiseptic and iron mixed with the clean mountain air.“You should have let me fight him,” Arden muttered, gaze fixed on the forest below. His wolf hadn’t settled since the rogue’s claws had ripped across his sister’s skin. Rage still licked at the edges of his chest, restless, unresolved.Lyra tilted her head toward him, calm desp

The scent hit first — sharp, acrid, carrying smoke that had no business lingering in the forest at midnight. Arden’s wolf bristled before the wind even shifted. He raised his head from patrol, muscles tensing as his golden eyes swept the treeline. Lyra, trailing at his side in her half-shifted form, caught it a heartbeat later. Her lips peeled back from her teeth. “Not rogues,” she whispered. “Too clean. Too coordinated.” The howl came next. Not the lonely, ragged cry of a feral wolf, but a chorus — dozens of voices braiding into one command. It rolled over the clearing like thunder, making the air vibrate. They’ve come. Arden shifted fully before the echo died, his massive frame shaking the dirt as his claws dug into the soil. His wolf howled back, low and warning, announcing Blackpine’s heirs stood ready. Lyra followed, her smaller but sleek form slipping beside his, eyes glowing silver-blue in the dark. The first violet-eyed wolf stepped into view, silver torch in hand. His ga