All Chapters of Fated to His Masked Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Scrawled across the far wall in blood was a single line: “The God Seed must awaken.” You cannot betray what you never stopped loving. The blood writing still dripped on the wall when Daisy fell to her knees. The cradle was empty. Not broken. Not shattered. Empty. As if Elian had been taken gently. As if someone knew exactly how to bypass every protection spell she had placed with her own claws, tears, and soul. Troy scanned the corners, his growl low, murderous. “This wasn’t forced. He walked out… or was lured.” Daisy's heart clenched. She reached for the stones beneath the cradle, fingers trailing the carved Twilight glyphs. One had been subtly erased—not by power, but by familiarity. Only someone who had once stood here. Slept here. Fought beside them. A ghost from her past. She stood, her voice like ice. “I want every council member accounted for. Especially the Hollow wolves. Someone fed them lies about Elian long before this night.” Troy hesitated. “Ther

The training courtyard was ringed with ancient statues — wolves carved in obsidian, each one frozen mid-howl. They stood like silent sentinels beneath the open sky, their eyes locked on the boy in the center of the stone circle.Elian.Troy stood at the edge, arms folded. Daisy watched from the balcony above, her body still humming with the memory of their night, but her eyes locked on her son — and the flames dancing across his fingertips.The child wasn’t afraid.That terrified her more than anything.“Focus,” the High Seer called, stepping into the circle. “Power without discipline is just destruction waiting to happen.”Elian blinked slowly. “It talks to me.”The Seer hesitated. “What does?”“The fire. It remembers things.” The boy tilted his head, his curls catching the sunlight. “It remembers wars. Names. Gods that bled. It says... I’m the echo of someone who never got to finish what he started.”Troy’s expression darkened. “Daisy. He’s too young for this.”She gripped the raili

The Summit erupted. Shouts, curses, and the sound of stone being shattered echoed across Highfang Hold. Elian’s power pulsed outward, and the gods’ emissary had not left the courtyard—it lingered invisibly, threading the air with scrutiny.Fenrik’s voice cut through the chaos. “We will not bow to a child!”Elian’s golden eyes glimmered with unearthly fire. He raised a hand. A wave of heat surged, sweeping across the hall, forcing the Alphas to their knees. “Then you will see. You will all see. The world does not belong to titles or bloodlines. It belongs to the living, the righteous, the fearless.”Lysara clutched the table for support, teeth clenched. “Do you think you can command what you don’t understand?”“I understand everything now,” Elian said, his voice echoing unnaturally, layering over itself like a chorus of power. “I understand why the First Alpha rose. Why the gods hid their truth. Why you have fought, killed, and bled for the wrong reasons. The old world dies tonight.”T

The candlelight flickered against the stone walls of Daisy Miller’s chamber, throwing her shadow long and thin, almost wolf-like in its movement. On the table before her lay two objects: the carved silver mask that the world knew, and the battered phone that no one did. One made her untouchable. The other made her human.She had spent years building her legend—the Masked Alpha of the Twilight Pack. To her people, she was the iron backbone, the protector who never faltered. To her enemies, she was a phantom: faceless, relentless, and feared. The mask had given her power, but it had also taken something from her.Her true face. Her true self.Daisy rubbed her temples, the weight of the day pressing down on her shoulders. She should have been resting, yet her eyes kept drifting to the phone. It sat quietly, but she knew another message would come. He always sent one when the night was darkest.She told herself it was foolish to wait for it, foolish to care about words that weren’t meant

The silence that followed Troy’s confession was the heaviest Daisy had ever endured. It wasn’t the silence of strategy, the kind she wielded in council to unnerve her enemies. This silence was different. It was the hollow echo of a man who believed he was broken beyond repair.His hands shook as they rested on his knees, knuckles pale and bloodied where his nails had pierced skin. His gaze was far away, fixed on something she could not see—perhaps flames, perhaps Angela’s arms around the wrong man. Whatever it was, it held him in chains.Daisy’s wolf urged her forward. Don’t let him drown. Reach him.She took a breath, steadying herself. “Troy,” she began softly, her voice like a thread of light in the dark. “You didn’t fail them.”His head snapped toward her, eyes blazing with pain and disbelief. “Didn’t fail them? Daisy, I ran. I left them to die while I saved myself. What kind of Alpha does that?”“The kind who lives to fight another day.” She leaned closer, her voice intensifying.