The Alpha Mortal Elara のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Three days left to the Feast of Moons. The pack moved faster now. Every corner had hands working. Food was checked, fires were tested, and guards walked the walls more often. In the council hall, Damien called the elders again. The map spread on the table. Candles made soft light. The mood was tight, like a bow pulled ready to shoot. “Three days,” Damien said. His voice was steady but its edge cut. “We will not fail. We will watch every gate. No one comes in without a name. No cup is drunk without a test.” Elder Marcus leaned forward. He had worry deep in his eyes. “Alpha, the people must feel the joy too. We do not want fear to win their night.” Damien’s hand rested on the map. “Joy with watch is not fear. Joy with no watch is danger. The rogues test us. Lucian moves like cold water in rocks. He will strike when they laugh.” Elder Nira looked from face to face. “We must choose who sits at the table where the gifts are placed. We must choose who watches the water jars. Tomas

📖 Chapter 164 The moon was high, silver light spilling through the windows of the pack house. Most of the pack members were asleep, but in a small chamber, Clara and Aria sat together. Clara leaned back on her chair, her eyes sharp and cold. “Do you see how they all prepare for this feast?” she asked softly. “They waste food, they waste strength, all for Elara to sit beside Damien like a queen.” Aria frowned. “It is true. Every word, every smile, goes to her. Even Mira—she guards Elara like she is the moon goddess herself. Sometimes I think Mira would die for her.” Clara laughed low. “Mira is a fool. She thinks loyalty will make her shine, but it will not. When Elara falls, Mira will fall too.” Aria leaned closer, whispering. “But, Clara, you saw how Damien looks at Elara. His eyes never leave her. Even when she is weak, he holds her like treasure. How will you break that bond?” those two Clara’s lips twisted. “Every bond can break. Even the strongest tree falls with the

The moon hung high, silver and calm, spilling light across the pack house. Most of the pack members had gone to rest, but Kael’s feet carried him to the garden where he knew Elara liked to sit. His chest was heavy, his thoughts louder than the night crickets. He found her under the willow tree, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her face lifted toward the stars. For a moment, he only watched her from a distance, his heart torn. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the dangers circling around her. Yet Kael knew the shadows better than anyone—he had lived in them, fought in them, and feared what they could do. Finally, he stepped forward. His boots pressed against the grass, soft but sure. Elara turned her head and smiled warmly. “Kael,” she said softly. “You’re awake late.” He nodded and sat a short distance from her, his strong shoulders casting a shadow in the moonlight. “I couldn’t rest. My mind is too full.” Her brow furrowed gently. “Worries about the rogues again?”

Elara sat quietly in her chamber that evening, the silence almost too loud for her heart to bear. The moonlight slipped through the wide window, painting her face with a soft silver glow. The world outside was calm—crickets chirped faintly, and the cool breeze carried the scent of the night—but inside her heart, there was no calm. Mira had already gone to rest after fussing over her, as she always did, making sure she had eaten and had enough blankets. But even when left alone, sleep refused to come. Elara’s eyes kept wandering to the stars, yet her thoughts remained heavy, pressing down on her chest like an unseen weight. Her mind drifted to the past, to days that now felt like a dream—days before Damien’s eyes ever found hers, before jealousy poisoned friendships, before betrayal crept into hearts. Back then, she and Aria had been inseparable. The memories came in a flood. She could still see Aria’s bright smile when they were younger, the way her laughter would fill a r

The sun rose high, and the pack house was full of life. It was finally the day of the great feast. From early morning, the sound of voices, laughter, and footsteps filled the air. The yard was busy with workers and servants running around. Long tables were being carried out into the open space. Chairs were being set in straight lines. Bright cloths of red and gold were spread over the tables, and flowers were placed in the middle to make them look beautiful. In one corner, young wolves hung lanterns on ropes. They tied them from tree to tree, so when night came, the whole place would shine with light. Children ran around helping, bringing small things, though sometimes they played more than they worked. The air was already rich with the smell of food. Huge pots stood on the fire, and women stirred them with big wooden spoons. The scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and sweet fruit spread everywhere. Some cut vegetables, some carried baskets of fruit, and others were busy ba