All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night of the ceremony felt like something out of a dream, yet it was a nightmare waiting for me. The moon hung high in the sky, glowing silver against the dark velvet of night. Its light spilled over the clearing, turning the grass into rivers of frost. Every wolf in the Silverfang Pack had gathered, their howls echoing through the valley in wild excitement. Tonight was sacred. Tonight was the Mating Ceremony—the night the Moon Goddess would reveal each wolf’s fated mate.A night of joy. A night of promises. A night everyone looked forward to… except me.Because I wasn’t a wolf. I was just Elara—the weak human girl raised in a pack that never wanted me. My parents had died when I was six. Rogues had torn them apart before my eyes. I barely remembered their faces, only flashes: my mother’s soft hands stroking my hair, my father’s arms lifting me high into the air. After their deaths, the Alpha had taken me in, but not out of kindness. He’d done it out of duty—becaus

Damien’s chest burned like fire. He dropped on his knees, clutching the mate mark that refused to let him go. The whole hall froze, watching their Alpha scream in pain. He hated it. He hated that everyone saw him weak. The strongest wolf in the region, Alpha Damien of Silver Moon Pack, was kneeling like a broken man because of a human girl. A human. His wolf snarled inside him. *Reject her. She is not one of us.* But the bond pulled hard, like chains wrapping around his heart. He forced himself to stand, his body shaking. His eyes searched the hall but Elara was gone. She had run like a coward, leaving him with all the shame. “Alpha,” Beta Roland said carefully, his face pale. “The Moon Goddess… she’s binding you. You can’t reject her without a fight.” “I don’t want her!” Damien roared, his voice shaking the walls. The chandeliers above rattled. Everyone flinched at the power in his anger. “She is weak! She is human! How can I lead with a mate like that?” Murm

The night was heavy. The moon was hiding behind dark clouds like even the goddess was ashamed of me. I sat in the corner of my small room, hugging my knees, shaking. Tomorrow would be the first trial. Tomorrow the whole pack would gather just to watch me fail. I could hear their voices in my head even though the room was quiet. “She’s weak. She’s nothing. She doesn’t belong here.” Those words had followed me since I was little, and now they were louder than ever. I pressed my face against my knees and tried to stop crying, but the tears kept rolling. I had cried so much these past days that my eyes burned. It felt like my body carried shame inside my skin. My heart kept asking one question I could not answer: why was I born human? I thought about the mark on my neck, the one that tied me to Damien. It still stung every night, as if it wanted me to remember what I could never escape. I did not ask for this bond. I did not ask to be his mate. But tomorrow the trials would decide i

The crowd was roaring. Their voices hit my ear like fire. My chest was heavy. My legs weak. The two girls in front of me were smiling with wicked faces. They were born wolves. They had claws. They had fangs. They had what I never had. I tried to lift my hands but my body shook. My vision was dark. The whispers came again. “She will faint soon.” “She cannot last.” “Human trash.” The words cut me deeper than claws. My chest burned. I stumbled back. The girls laughed. One pushed me and I fell to the ground. Dust touched my lips. My body weak. “Get up human,” Clara shouted from the crowd. Her voice sharp. “Show them your shame.” I wanted to rise but my legs refused me. My eyes closed for one second. Then darkness swallowed me whole. ---I don’t know how long I stayed inside that darkness. I felt myself sinking. My chest heavy. I could hear them laughing far away. The crowd. The pack. Clara. The elders. Even Damien’s silence was heavy in my ears. Then in the mid

I woke up slow. My eyes heavy like stone. My chest rose and fell weak. I felt silk sheets under me, soft, warmer than anything I ever touched. Gold walls shining faint in the light. It was Damien house. His private place. I should not be here but I was. My lips cracked. My throat dry. I tried to move but my arms felt like they carried iron. My legs heavy like rocks tied to me. I groaned low. The door creaked. A maid came in, her steps soft but her eyes wide when she saw me. She bowed deep. “Luna, you awake.” Luna. That word stabbed me. I was not Luna. I was weak. I was human. I was nothing. I wanted to answer but my throat tight. Only air came out. The maid rushed, poured water in a gold cup, and pressed it to my lips. When the water touched my tongue I felt fire. The mark on my neck burned again. Sharp. Alive. It was not normal. It was like something inside me was awake too. I coughed hard. The maid held me up. “Careful,” she whispered. Then I heard it. Voices