All Chapters of Fated to His Masked Alpha : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The forest was quiet, too quiet. Daisy sat on the low branch of an old pine, her hood pulled over her head as the night breeze whispered through the needles. Her heart was still pounding from the scene she had witnessed earlier. Angela—beautiful, confident Angela—kneeling before Troy, her voice dripping with desperate affection.The plea had been simple: take me back.Daisy had wanted to laugh at the irony. Angela, who had chosen Benjamin’s arms when Troy was at his weakest, now returned as if the years and betrayals could be erased by a few tears and apologies. But Daisy hadn’t laughed. Instead, the familiar ache had coiled in her chest, a blend of insecurity and fear. She was the Masked Alpha, feared and revered across territories—yet in Troy’s eyes, she still felt like she had to fight for her place.Troy hadn’t given Angela an answer. He hadn’t had to—his silence had been enough to leave Daisy with questions that wouldn’t stop gnawing at her.The crunch of boots on dry leaves brok

The taste of victory still lingered on Troy’s tongue. The battle with Benjamin’s men had ended in his favor—bloody, but victorious. For the first time in years, the whispers of hope moved like fire through the ranks of wolves who had lost faith in the Black Pine Pack’s future. Troy stood taller that night, his chest heaving as his warriors howled to the moon, swearing loyalty. And yet, beneath the triumph, a shadow loomed.He knew Benjamin would not sit idle.The usurper had not risen to Alpha by accident. Cunning, ruthless, and merciless, Benjamin had slaughtered Troy’s father in cold blood, stolen his birthright, and placed himself as the head of the pack by force. The man was a strategist as much as he was a monster, and Troy knew a counterattack was already being devised.It came sooner than expected.*****Three nights later, Troy and Daisy stood together in the clearing near the borderlands, the scent of pine sharp in the air. Daisy—still wearing the calm mask of command that ca

The battlefield reeked of iron and ash. Smoke clung to the torn earth, curling around fallen bodies and bloodied blades. Troy stood at the heart of the chaos, chest heaving, his army beaten but not broken. Every step he had taken in his life—the betrayal, the exile, the years of training, and the fragile bond he had found in Daisy—had led him here.And Benjamin knew it. He was going to end this nemesis of his once for all. He had missed getting rid of him in the past but not again. The usurper Alpha emerged through the haze like a shadow given flesh. His wolfish grin stretched over his scarred face, arrogance radiating off him like heat. Behind him, his warriors cheered his name, but their voices faltered when they saw the raw fury burning in Troy’s eyes.“Troy Anderson,” Benjamin said, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “The runaway pup who thought he could return as a man.” He lifted his sword, dripping with blood that wasn’t Troy’s. “You should’ve stayed gone. Now you’

The night of the mating ceremony bled into stillness, but inside the newly crowned Alpha’s chambers, silence did not mean peace.The bond sang between them, molten and alive, demanding completion. Daisy stood in the glow of the lantern light, the ivory silk of her ceremonial gown pooling around her ankles. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, the mask she had worn for so long finally gone. Her hair tumbled free, eyes shimmering with a mix of defiance and longing.Troy closed the door with deliberate slowness, every muscle of his body tight with restraint. He had fought wars, faced blades, stood his ground against Alpha Bernard and Benjamin—but nothing demanded his strength the way the woman before him did. His mate. His Luna. His Masked Alpha.“Daisy…” His voice was low, husky with both reverence and hunger. “Tonight, the bond claims us fully. There’s no turning back.”Her lips curved faintly, trembling but fierce. “Do you think I want to turn back?” She stepped closer, letting the go

The first light of dawn broke through the windows of the Alpha’s chamber, spilling golden hues across the tangled sheets where Troy and Daisy still lay. His arm was draped protectively over her waist, their bodies still connected in the aftermath of a night that had not only sealed their bond but set their souls ablaze. Her skin still glowed faintly, carrying the imprint of him, the undeniable aura of a consummated mate.But beyond the heavy oak doors, whispers had already begun to ripple through the halls of the Silverfang packhouse. Wolves were sensitive creatures; scents told truths faster than words ever could. And no scent was stronger, nor more final, than that of a completed bond.The Beta, Corvin, was the first to sense it as he stood outside the council hall, conversing with the pack’s advisors. His nose twitched, and he inhaled sharply, recognizing the potent mingling of Troy’s dominance and Daisy’s now fully awakened Alpha presence. He froze mid-sentence. “It’s done,” he wh