All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The night was long. The moon hid behind the clouds, and the forest felt heavy with silence. Damien walked back to the pack house with slow steps, his heart burning, his mind filled with questions. He had seen Clara in the clearing. He had seen her speaking with rogues. Her cloak, her voice, her cold smile—they were all clear in his eyes. But still, a part of him asked, *Could it be true? Could she betray her own pack?* He reached his chamber and closed the door. The fire in the corner had gone out. The room was cold, but he did not feel it. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands tight into fists. His wolf growled inside him. *It was her. You saw it. She stands with the rogues. She is danger. End it now.* Damien pressed his hand against his chest. “No,” he whispered. “Not yet. I need proof. If I strike without proof, the pack will turn against me. They will think I accuse her because of Elara.” He leaned forward, his head in his hands. The bond with Elara pulled inside

The chamber was heavy with silence after Aria’s last words. Mira’s face went pale. She lowered her head, but her hands would not stop shaking. Elara’s heart beat fast in her chest. She wanted to say something back, but her voice was stuck in her throat. The sound of the door opening broke the stillness. The heavy wood moved slowly, and Damien walked in. His tall frame filled the space, his steps strong, his eyes sharp like fire. He stopped in the middle of the room and looked at them one by one—first at Elara, then at Mira, then finally at Aria. “What is going on here?” Damien’s voice was low and deep. It carried power, and even Mira felt it. Aria’s whole face shifted at once. The cold look in her eyes changed into a soft smile as if nothing had happened. She turned quickly to Damien and lowered her head. “Nothing, my lord. I only came to check on Elara. I found her sitting with this maid, too close, too bold. I was only correcting her place before you came.” Her voice w

The morning air was fresh, but Elara’s heart was heavy. She sat by the window with Mira brushing her hair gently. The silence between them was thick, until Mira finally spoke. “My lady,” Mira whispered, “I must tell you what I saw yesterday.” Elara turned her head slightly. “What is it?” Mira’s fingers stilled on the brush. “Aria’s apology—it was not real. Her eyes lied, even when her lips spoke soft. When she turned to leave, I saw her face change. The smile she wore was not one of peace, but of anger. She hates you still.” Elara’s chest tightened. “You are certain of this?” “Yes,” Mira said firmly. “I have seen such faces before. A wolf can wear many masks, but the eyes never hide. Please, do not trust her, my lady. She will hurt you if she finds a chance.” Elara looked down at her hands. She wanted to believe in peace, to hope for sisterhood. But Mira’s words echoed what her heart already feared. Aria’s tears had felt too quick, too smooth. “I hear you,” Elara sa

The morning after Elara’s third night with Damien, the sun was soft through the window. The pack house was busy, voices moving in the halls, but in Elara’s chamber it was quiet. She sat by the mirror, brushing her long hair slowly. Her cheeks still carried a soft glow that even she could see. Every time her mind went back to last night, her heart beat fast, and she had to bite her lip to hide her smile. The door opened gently, and Mira walked in with a tray of warm tea. She looked fresh and bright, her eyes full of cheer as always. “Good morning, my lady,” Mira said, setting the tray down on the table. Elara turned quickly, her cheeks warming. “Mira, I told you to stop calling me that. Just call me Elara.” Mira giggled and sat beside her. “Alright, Elara. But you are still the Luna in my heart. No one can tell me different.” Elara smiled softly. Mira had become like a little sister to her, one she never had. The bond between them grew stronger each day. She trusted Mira

Mira lay on her small bed in the servant quarters. The night was quiet, but her eyes would not close. Every time she drifted, a shadow came in her dream. She saw dark eyes, burning with hate. She saw hands reaching for her throat. She heard a woman’s voice whisper, “I will take you away.” Mira woke up with a cry, her body shaking. Her chest rose and fell fast. Sweat covered her forehead. She looked around the room, but it was empty. Only silence. Only the sound of her own breath. She pulled her blanket close and whispered, “Why do I feel like someone is watching me?” The next morning, Mira went to see Elara. She knocked softly on the chamber door. Elara opened it, her face bright with a smile. “Mira! Come in.” Mira stepped inside. She tried to smile back, but her eyes gave her away. Elara noticed. “You look pale,” Elara said, pulling her to sit on the bed. “What happened? Did you not sleep?” Mira shook her head. Her voice was low. “I had a dream. It felt too real. S