Semua Bab The Alpha Mortal Elara : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The sun had barely risen when Damien left the council room. His mind was heavy, filled with the whispers that had reached his ears. Everywhere he turned, someone spoke softly, their eyes darting toward Elara. “Luna is with child.” “No, she is sick.” “She grows weaker every day.” “She hides something.” The words were like fire in his chest. He could not rest until he knew the truth. He went straight to Elara’s chamber. When he opened the door, she was sitting by the window, staring at the sky. The light fell on her pale face, and her hand rested again on her stomach before she quickly moved it away. “Elara,” Damien said, his voice low but strong. She turned quickly, trying to smile. “You are early.” Damien closed the door behind him. He stood still for a moment, his eyes fixed on her. “There are rumors,” he said at last. Elara’s heart skipped. “Rumors?” “Yes.” His voice grew deeper. “The pack whispers that you are with child. That is why you grow weak. That

The moon was high, glowing white across the forest. The pack house was quiet, but far beyond the borders, another fire burned. Around it stood a group of rogues, their eyes glowing in the dark. They waited, restless, like wolves before a hunt. At the center of the fire sat a man. His hair was dark, his face hard, his eyes sharp like blades. His presence alone made the rogues lower their heads. He was not just a leader—he was something morehe was deadly in looks,he looked like he wants to strangle someone to death,he is more than just AlphaOne rogue bowed. “My lord, the poison failed. The Alpha and his people live. What shall we do next?” The man did not answer at once. His hand gripped the hilt of his blade as he stared into the fire. His voice, when it came, was low and steady. “We wait. The time is not yet. Let them grow weak. Let their Alpha believe he is strong. When the moon shifts, we strike.” and when we strike ,no one will survive my Ruth, I will strike when the whole pa

The night was cool, but Aria’s heart was burning. She walked quickly out of Elara’s chamber, her steps hard against the stone floor. Her chest rose and fell, and her eyes were already wet with tears. She hated the way Elara had spoken to her—calm, gentle, as if she was a lost child. She hated the softness in her voice, the pity in her eyes. And worst of all, she hated that Elara was right. Somewhere deep inside, she knew it. By the time she reached her own chamber, Aria could no longer hold it in. She slammed the door shut and broke into loud sobs. She pressed her hands against her face and cried. “Why her?!” she shouted, her voice echoing against the walls. “Why does Damien love her? Why does Kael look at her? What does she have that I don’t?” Her voice cracked, and she fell on her knees, clutching her chest. Her tears wet the floor, but she did not care. “I was always the one! Everyone thought Damien would choose me. Everyone thought I would be the Luna. But then she ca

The night was quiet in the pack lands. The stars filled the sky, the moon was bright, and most of the wolves were asleep after a long day of training and healing. But in the forest, far away from their safety, danger was already moving. Lucian stood at the edge of the trees, his black cloak covering his face. Around him, a group of rogues crouched low, their eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. They were rough, hungry, and wild, their bodies covered with scars. Lucian raised his hand, and they all grew still. His voice was low but sharp. “Tonight we test them. Tonight we strike like shadows. We do not fight fully yet—we only show them fear. Burn their fields, break their jars, leave them with nothing. Let them taste weakness. Let them doubt Damien.” The rogues growled in agreement. They were not loyal to Lucian, but his promise of power and food made them follow. Lucian’s eyes burned. “Remember, do not face him directly. Not yet. Damien is strong. But he cannot be e

The moon was bright, shining over the land. The night was quiet, too quiet. It was the kind of silence that made warriors uneasy. At the border of the pack, Kael walked back and forth with his sword strapped to his side. Two young warriors followed him. Their ears were alert, their eyes scanning the trees. Kael stopped suddenly. He raised his hand. “Wait. Do you hear that?” The warriors froze. At first, they heard nothing. Then came the sound—the faint crack of branches, the low growl of wolves in the dark. “Rogues,” Kael whispered. His eyes hardened. “Get ready.” The forest exploded with movement. Ten dark shapes leapt out from the trees, their eyes glowing red in the moonlight. The rogues attacked with wild cries, claws sharp and teeth snapping. Kael drew his sword and met the first rogue head-on. Steel clashed against claw, sparks flying in the night. “Protect the border!” Kael shouted. The young warriors fought with all their strength, but the rogues were many. One w