Fated to His Masked Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The corridors of the newly restored Alpha’s Hall were alive with whispers, but Daisy barely heard them as Troy closed the chamber doors behind them with a firm snap. The echo of wood against stone sealed them away from the world, locking them inside the cocoon of heat and hunger that only they seemed capable of igniting in each other.Her back was already against the wall before she could draw breath, Troy’s mouth claiming hers with the same ferocity that had marked their first night. But tonight, there was no hesitancy, no restraint left. Their bond had been proclaimed to the world. Everyone knew she was his Luna, his mate, his equal. The weight of secrecy had fallen away—and what remained was pure, unbridled possession.Daisy moaned against his lips, her fingers clawing into the fabric of his tunic before tearing it down the center with one swift, desperate tug. Troy growled in approval, pressing her higher against the wall so her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His han

Benjamin stood at the far edge of the council chamber, his hands braced on the polished oak table as voices rose and fell around him. He had once commanded this room with little more than a look, once been the sharpest blade in Alpha Bernard’s arsenal, the wolf who schemed in shadows and struck with precision. But those days were gone.Now, every word that left his mouth was met with skepticism, every suggestion weighed against the memory of his failure. The failed rebellion. The war that had ended not with him seated higher, but with him crawling lower. The weight of his collapse pressed heavier with each passing day.Troy sat in the Alpha’s chair now, his hand steady on Daisy’s, his gaze calm yet unflinching. The young Alpha exuded a kind of raw authority Benjamin both despised and envied. He had tried to dismiss Troy as nothing more than a vengeful pup chasing ghosts of a murdered father, but now the reality of his reign was undeniable. Troy had not only reclaimed his rightful thro

The forest swallowed Benjamin whole as he pushed deeper into its heart. The further he walked, the quieter the world became, as though even the wind dared not disturb the secrets whispered here. Branches clutched at his cloak like skeletal fingers, and an eerie light glimmered ahead, pulsing faintly between the trees.That was where she waited.The Witch of Hollow mere. Her den was no humble hut but a twisted ruin of stone and root, the earth itself warped by her presence. Moss clung like skin to the cracked walls, and vines writhed as if alive, baring strange blossoms that reeked of copper and smoke. Bones—wolf, human, unidentifiable—hung in dangling charms, clinking when he passed.Benjamin suppressed a shudder. This was no place for noble men. But he was no longer noble—only desperate.Inside, the air was thick, choking with the perfume of herbs and rot. A fireless cauldron bubbled anyway, a stew of colors that hurt the eyes to look at. The witch was perched upon a crooked chair, h

Daisy woke to the scent of pine and smoke—Troy’s scent. It should have been the one anchor she could always trust, the unbreakable thread of their bond. But that morning, when she pressed her face into the hollow of his chest and drew in a deep breath, it faltered. The notes of him were there, but muted, like a song played beneath rushing water.She blinked, heart tightening in confusion. Something heavy clung to her mind, a strange haze that dulled the edges of her thoughts. When Troy stirred beside her, strong arms instinctively wrapping around her waist, she felt his warmth—yet a crack of doubt shivered through her.Why does it feel so far away?He kissed her shoulder, lips brushing tenderly against her skin. “Morning, my Luna.”Her breath hitched, but the words didn’t burn through her like fire the way they used to. Instead, a sluggishness swept through her veins, leaving her heart struggling to remember what it was supposed to feel.She forced a smile. “Morning.”The fog whispere

The fog had been her cage.It had crept in quietly, at first no more than a soft veil, a haze of confusion, an itch under her skin that she couldn’t scratch. But as days blurred into nights, Daisy had felt the pressure build, as though invisible hands pressed at her temples, bending her thoughts, drowning her memories, dimming the glow of her bond with Troy until it was little more than a flicker.And Benjamin was always there.Smiling, patient, his voice like honey laced with ash. He whispered of choices, of freedom, of a world where she wasn’t shackled to the son of a fallen Beta but elevated beside a man with connections, ambition, and cunning. The fog made his words seem almost plausible. Almost. But something kept gnawing inside her. His words were not right. She was not entangled with the son of a fallen Beta. She remembered fainy that she once knew the son of a fallen Alpha . The image was blurred but she recalled fighting with this son to get back his birthright. Oh, it was a