All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that hides secrets. The pack had gone to sleep, the fires in the yard burning low. But in one chamber, Clara sat awake. Her face was dark with anger, her eyes filled with fire. She could not forget Elara’s pale face. She could not forget how Damien held her hand in public, protecting her. And worst of all, she could not forget the way Mira laughed with Elara, like they were sisters. It burned her inside. “She thinks she is safe,” Clara whispered to herself. “She thinks Damien will protect her. But I will show her that no one can protect her forever.” She opened a small box hidden under her bed. Inside were powders, herbs, and dried leaves she had stolen from the healer’s hut. Some were harmless, but others were deadly. She picked one small pouch, dark green in color. “This one,” she said with a cruel smile. “A little in her drink, and Mira will never rise again. And when Elara cries, when her heart breaks, she will know how it feels

The sun rose slowly over the pack lands. Smoke from last night’s fires curled into the air. The warriors stood guard at the borders, and the healer moved from one sick wolf to another, checking on those who had drunk from the poisoned water. In the Alpha’s chamber, Elara opened her eyes. Her body felt heavy, and her head spun a little when she tried to sit up. She held the edge of the bed, breathing slowly. Her hand rested on her stomach without thinking. The words of the Moon Goddess in her dream came back to her: *your child will carry my mark.* A small smile touched her lips, but fear followed. *No one must know yet. Not even Damien. Not Mira. Not now.* She stood slowly, her steps weak as she walked toward the window. The cool breeze touched her face, but it did not refresh her; instead, it made her sway a little. The door opened. Damien walked in, tall and strong, but his eyes softened when he saw her. He hurried to her side. “Elara,” he said, worry in his voice.

The next morning, the pack yard was busy with whispers. The news of Elara fainting during the meeting had spread everywhere. Mothers talked as they fetched water. Warriors murmured to one another as they sharpened their blades. Even the young ones repeated what they heard from their parents. “Did you see her? She fell like a leaf,” one woman said. “Maybe the Moon Goddess is angry with her,” another replied. “No, maybe she is weak because she is not one of us,” a man muttered. Fear and gossip moved faster than fire in dry grass. Aria walked among the people, her face sweet but her heart bitter. She pretended to speak with care, lowering her voice just enough so that others leaned closer to hear. “Elara is not well,” she told a small group near the well. “I saw it with my own eyes. The Alpha carried her like a dying bird. What kind of Luna faints before her people?” The women gasped. “Do you think she hides a sickness?” Aria gave a small, thoughtful nod. “Maybe. O

Elara sat by her window that evening. The moonlight touched her face, and the night breeze was cool. But her heart was not calm. Too many things had happened—poison in the water, fear in the pack, and whispers moving around like shadows. Mira entered quietly, carrying a small tray with warm milk. She smiled shyly. “My lady, you did not eat much today. Please, drink this. It will help you rest.” Elara looked at her and smiled softly. “Thank you, Mira. You always think of me.” Mira sat close to her, her eyes bright. “Because you are like my sister. You gave me a place in your life. No one ever treated me like you do. Sometimes I forget I am only a maid.” Elara touched her hand gently. “You are not only a maid. You are family to me. I do not have a sister, but in you, I found one.” Mira’s eyes filled with tears, but they were happy tears. She laughed softly, wiping her face. “If I had a sister before, I would wish she was like you. You are strong, yet kind.” Elara sig

The day started bright. The sky was clear, the pack yard full of noise as warriors trained, women worked, and children ran about. It looked like peace, but inside Elara’s heart, she felt a heavy weight. She woke up weak again. Her body felt tired even though she had rested the whole night. When she tried to rise from her bed, her legs shook and her head grew light. She sat back slowly, pressing her hand to her stomach. *The moon goddess was right,* she thought. *The child carries her mark. But I must be strong. No one must know yet. Not even Damien.* Mira came in with warm water. She smiled brightly as always. “My lady, the sun is high already. Will you not come out to the yard? Everyone waits to see you.” Elara forced a smile. “Yes, Mira. I will come.” She stood again, hiding the way her knees trembled. Mira’s eyes were sharp, but Elara quickly turned away before the girl could ask questions. --- At the training yard, Damien was speaking to the warriors. His tall