All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The night was cold. The moon was still bright in the sky. Mira could not sleep. She sat up on the bed, holding her knees close to her chest. Her heart was beating too fast. She remembered the voice she heard. Clara’s voice. The way she spoke in anger. The way she gave orders to the strange man. Mira’s hands shook. She covered her mouth, afraid the sound of her breathing would give her away. “She wants to harm us,” Mira whispered to herself. “She wants to harm Elara. She wants to harm me.” Her eyes filled with tears. She looked at Elara, who was asleep beside her, her face calm, her hand still holding hers. Elara looked so peaceful. Mira’s chest ached. She wanted to wake her. She wanted to say everything. But her voice failed her. “What if she does not believe me?” Mira thought. “What if Clara finds out I told her? Clara will kill me. She promised it already.” She hugged herself tighter. Her mind was at war. One side told her to speak, to run to Damien, to warn them.

The feast grew louder as the night went on. The pack laughed, music played, and the sound of cups striking against tables filled the great hall. The roasted meat smelled rich, and the fresh bread was warm. Servants walked up and down, filling bowls and pouring water into cups. Elara sat beside Damien, her smile soft as she lifted her cup. The clear water shone under the torchlight. Mira, sitting a little behind her, felt her chest tighten as soon as she saw it. Her heart beat fast. She whispered inside herself, “No… no, please don’t. Don’t drink it.” But Elara was already lifting the cup to her lips. The sound of laughter filled the room. No one noticed Mira’s shaking hands, her pale face. At that moment, Mira could not hold back anymore. Her fear for herself was smaller than her fear of losing Elara. Her voice broke out, loud and trembling. “My ladyyyy! Noooo! Please don’t drink it!” The hall went silent at once. All eyes turned to Mira. Elara froze, the cup close to

The sun rose slowly over the pack land. The night of fear was gone, but the pain was still fresh. The yard was quiet, too quiet. Many were still weak after drinking the poisoned water. Some had not slept at all. Mothers sat by their children, watching them with red eyes. Warriors stood at corners, holding their spears, looking left and right. Nobody trusted anyone that morning. Every sound made them turn. Every shadow looked like danger. Elara stepped out of her chamber with Mira by her side. Her heart was heavy when she looked at the faces of the people. She wanted to say something that would comfort them, but her lips were tight. *What can I say? How can I ease their fear when I also feel the same inside?* Mira touched her arm gently. “My lady… the people need to see you strong. If you smile, they will feel hope.” Elara nodded, even though her chest was still shaking. She forced a small smile and walked among the people. Some women stood when they saw her. They bowed li

The night after Elara’s dream was quiet. The stars were bright, and the air carried a soft wind. But in Clara’s chamber, there was no peace. She was pacing the floor, her eyes burning, her lips pressed tight. Her thoughts were dark. She remembered Mira’s face beside Elara. Always close. Always smiling. Always being treated like a sister when she, Clara, was ignored. Her hands shook with anger. “That little maid… I hate her. She takes what is mine. She takes Elara’s love. She takes the Alpha’s eyes too. I will not let her stay.” Clara moved to her table and pulled out a small box. Inside were herbs, powders, sharp pins, and strange stones she had kept hidden. She touched them one by one, her breath fast. “I will harm her,” she whispered. “I will make her cry. I will make her fall. And when Elara cries for her, I will be the one to laugh.” She picked up a thin black powder between her fingers. “Not yet,” she muttered. “I must be patient. She will suffer when the time is r

The night was quiet, but Damien did not sleep. He sat in the council room, the firelight dancing on his face. His hands rested on the table, but his eyes were far away. The broken logs from earlier still troubled him. First, the poisoned water. Now, Mira almost killed. It was no longer chance. It was a plan. Someone wanted his pack weak, afraid, broken. A soft knock came at the door. Damien lifted his head. “Enter.” Kael stepped inside. He bowed lightly. “My lord, you called me.” Damien nodded. “Yes. Sit.” Kael obeyed, his sharp eyes meeting Damien’s. Both men were strong, loyal to the pack, but tonight they shared one thought—there was a snake among them. Damien’s voice was low but steady. “You saved Mira today. I thank you. But this is more than saving a maid. This is about our whole pack. Someone inside is trying to destroy us.” Kael nodded. “I felt it too. The rope did not break by itself. And the wolves who pulled it—they vanished fast. Someone helped them es