Todos los capítulos de Fated to His Masked Alpha : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The night quieted, though the scent of smoke lingered.The pack had dragged the dead back into the ridge for proper burial. Wolves limped, bandages wrapped around arms and ribs, the air heavy with iron and grief. Victory never felt clean. It always came with the sound of someone’s mother wailing, with someone’s son carried back broken.Arden’s hands still glowed faintly, his fire reluctant to leave him. He paced near the infirmary hut, restless. His body was healing fast — flame always consumed wounds as quickly as it made them — but his heart was not.He felt her before he saw her.Selene’s presence pressed into him like storm air before rain, sharp and electric. She walked from the treeline, her hair tied back, streaks of dried blood still painting her cheek and collarbone. She carried herself straight-backed, but her shoulders betrayed exhaustion.“You’re still burning,” she said, her eyes flicking to the faint shimmer of light across his skin.Arden tried to smirk, but it came out

The night after the ridge felt heavier than the battle itself. Blackpine’s courtyard bore the evidence of wolves who had fought, bled, and buried their own. Ash still clung to the stones, smoke lingered in the rafters of the hold, and grief moved like a shadow among the living.Arden stood near the terrace railing, golden eyes fixed on the distant treeline. His fire was restless tonight, sparking beneath his skin as though his wolf refused to settle. His mind circled back to Selene — to her cool hands on his burns, the almost-kiss, the storm in her eyes. He could feel her still, even in absence, as though some invisible tether hummed between them.He wasn’t sure if it was the mate bond, or if it was just… her.“Thinking too loud,” came a voice behind him.Arden turned, startled, to see Selene emerging from the shadows. She wore a dark tunic, sleeves pushed to her elbows, hair damp as though she had just scrubbed herself clean of blood and smoke. But her eyes carried weight, storm-gray

The night settled over Blackpine thick and restless, the kind of dark that pressed against the skin like wet cloth. Wolves moved in silence through the trees, paws padding across the leaf-strewn ground, armor muted beneath dark cloaks. Above them, the moon hung like a pale sentinel, watching but refusing to interfere.Lyra stood at the front, breath steady, the storm within her wolf coiled tight and waiting. Every step toward the ridge tightened the weight in her chest. This wasn’t her parents’ command. This wasn’t training. This was war — and for the first time, it was hers to carry.Behind her, Marrow limped steadily, refusing to be left behind despite his wounds. To her left, Arden moved like a living flame, Selene at his side, her storm-gray eyes shadowed and unreadable. The three of them — heirs and outsider — shouldered the weight of the pack’s hope.The target was clear: Alaric’s supply line. A caravan of stolen arms and food smuggled through the northern valley, escorted by hi

The storm had broken outside, rattling the windows of Blackpine’s old guest wing. Lightning painted the ceiling silver, thunder echoing like a heartbeat too close to the chest. Inside, Arden stood by the window, every muscle rigid, as though keeping himself upright was the only thing anchoring him. His wolf prowled under his skin, restless, demanding what his mind still tried to deny.Behind him, Selene leaned against the doorframe, her dark hair a wet tumble down her shoulders from the rain. She hadn’t asked permission to enter his room—mates didn’t need to. Still, the air between them vibrated with tension, as sharp as the crack of thunder.“You’ve avoided me for two days,” she said, voice low but steady. “You look at me like I’m the danger, Arden. Like I’m another shadow sent to break you.”Arden didn’t turn. His fists flexed at his sides, claws threatening to burst free. “Because you are.” His voice was gravel, roughened by restraint. “Every instinct I have tells me to claim you.

The world was quieter than it had been in months. No clash of steel. No desperate cries in the dark. Only the soft hum of bonds that had finally, irrevocably, been sealed.Arden sat on the stone steps outside the Alpha hold, bare chest glistening with sweat, Selene wrapped in a blanket against him. Her dark hair spilled across his shoulder, her breath steady, her body still trembling from the night they had shared. His wolf purred, satisfied in a way it had never been before. For years, he’d been restless, searching for something unnamed. Now, with Selene’s bond woven into him, the fire inside burned steady instead of wild.“You keep staring at me like I’ll disappear,” Selene murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.Arden’s jaw tightened. He pulled her closer, his hand splayed across her spine. “Because part of me still believes you might. That you’ll wake, remember what you ran from, and vanish before I can stop you.”Selene lifted her head, her eyes steady. “I didn’t run becaus