All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

📖 Chapter 151 The sun had just risen over the pack house. The morning air was cool, and the maids moved around, cleaning and preparing food. Mira walked quickly with a bowl of warm soup in her hands. She wanted to take it to Elara before she woke up. Her steps were careful, her face full of worry. But suddenly, a maid blocked her path. The girl’s name was Lila, a young servant with bright eyes that often hid jealousy. “Where are you going with that?” Lila asked sharply. Mira frowned. “To my lady, Elara. She has not been well.” Lila crossed her arms. “Always Elara, Elara, Elara. Every day, you run like a shadow around her. Do you think you are her sister? You are just a servant like the rest of us.” Mira’s hand tightened on the bowl, but she kept her voice calm. “I serve her because I want to. She is kind to me. She treats me like family.” Lila’s lips twisted. “Kind? You think kindness makes her better than us? No. She only plays sweet. You are blind, Mira. Blind with

The sun was high when the elders gathered in the council hall. The long wooden table stood in the center, and carved chairs lined both sides. Torches burned on the walls, giving the room a warm glow. This was no ordinary meeting. The Feast of Moons was near—a celebration held once every year, when the whole pack came together to honor the Moon goddess. It was a time of joy, of food, of dancing, and of prayers. But it was also a time when outsiders could try to strike, for the gates were always open for guests. Damien sat at the head of the table. His eyes were calm, but firm. “Elders,” he began, “the Feast of Moons is in seven nights. We must decide how it will go. The people expect peace, but I sense dangers near.” Elder Rowan, the oldest of them all, leaned on his staff. His white beard brushed against his chest as he spoke. “Alpha, you speak true. The feast is holy, but enemies always look for holy days to strike. We must be wise.” Elder Miriam, sharp-eyed and quick to

The morning sun shone through the tall windows, filling Elara’s chamber with soft golden light. The air was warm, and the sound of birds came from outside. Mira was on her knees, pulling out bright cloth from a wooden chest. She smiled as she spread them out on the bed—blue, white, and soft silver. “My lady,” Mira said with joy in her voice, “the Feast of Moons is coming soon. We must choose the best dress for you. You must shine brighter than the moon itself.” Elara laughed softly. She touched one of the silver cloths, her fingers moving slowly over it. “Mira, you always know how to cheer me. But I do not need to shine. I only need to be there, beside Damien.” Mira shook her head quickly. “No, my lady. You are the Alpha’s mate. You are the heart of this pack. All eyes will be on you during the feast. You must show them grace, beauty, and strength.” Elara’s cheeks turned pink. She sat down slowly and looked at the cloth. “I have never cared much for dresses, Mira. But

The night was quiet. Elara lay on her bed, her eyes slowly closing. Mira slept beside her, breathing softly, but Elara’s heart was heavy. She felt like something was near, something dark. At last she drifted into sleep. But the sleep was not peaceful. She saw herself standing in a wide field. The moon shone very bright above her, brighter than she had ever seen. The air was cold, and the ground under her feet felt strange, almost like it was shaking. “Elara…” a soft voice called. She turned and saw a woman dressed in silver light. Her eyes were glowing like stars. Elara trembled. She knew who it was. “Moon goddess…” she whispered. The goddess came closer, her face kind but serious. “Elara, danger walks in shadows. The Feast of Moons will bring joy, but it will also bring blood if you are not careful.” Elara’s chest grew tight. “Please, tell me… what must I do?” The goddess touched her hand gently. “You must keep your eyes open. Not everyone who smiles at you is a

The night was quiet. The guards were walking around, the torches burning low, and most of the pack had gone to rest. But the spy was not sleeping. He was moving carefully, like a shadow, father information to tell ,LucienHe had been cleaning the hall earlier, and when he saw Elara go into Damien’s chamber, he grew curious. So he hid behind the corner, close enough to hear but far enough not to be seen. At first, he heard nothing. Then Elara’s voice came out, soft and shaking. “Damien… the moon goddess came to me in a dream. She gave me a warning.” The spy’s eyes widened. His breath caught. *The goddess… spoke to her?* He pressed closer, his ear almost touching the wall. “She said the Feast of Moons will bring danger,” Elara whispered. “She said there is a traitor among us. Someone hiding their true face.” and waiting tie strike at any given opportunity The spy’s heart almost jumped out of his chest. Sweat ran down his back. *She knows!* he thought. *The goddess