บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Mortal Elara : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

The sun was slowly going down, and the feast was about to begin. The pack house shone with light. The lanterns that the young wolves had hung now glowed warmly. The tables sparkled with plates, cups, and food. The air was full of voices and the smell of roasted meat. Guests from other packs began to arrive. Some came in groups, dressed in fine clothes, their faces bright with smiles. They carried gifts—skins of wine, baskets of fruit, and even gold ornaments. At the gate, guards checked them and then welcomed them inside with respect. The sound of drums and flutes filled the yard. Children clapped their hands, and women laughed as they carried more trays of food. The whole place felt alive, as if joy itself had come to stay. Damien stood at the high stage with the elders. He wore his Alpha robe, and his strong figure made every guest bow their head in respect. Elara stood beside him, wearing a simple but shining gown. Her hair was braided with flowers, and her soft smile made ma

The night of the feast was full of joy. Lanterns hung high, giving the yard a golden light. The tables were filled with food—roasted meat, fruits, bread, and sweet cakes. The smell filled the whole place, and music from drums and flutes carried in the air. The pack members laughed, talked, and clapped their hands. Children ran around with flowers, while the elders sat proudly, drinking wine. The pack house had never looked this alive. Elara sat close to Damien on the high table. She wore a soft gown with silver threads, and her hair shone under the lanterns. Damien kept his eyes on her, his hand holding hers under the table. He smiled at her, but his eyes were sharp, watching the crowd for any sign of trouble. Elara whispered, “The feast is beautiful. Everyone is happy.” Damien nodded. “Yes. But still, I will not relax. We must be careful.” Elara gave a small smile, though inside her heart, she still felt weak and tired. She pressed her hand gently against her stomach, hopin

Elara raised the cup and drank. The liquid was cool and sweet on her tongue, no different from the others. She smiled faintly, then set the cup down on the table, for her She has just taken a wine and jubilation full everywhere , but forgot their are spysThe spy bowed quickly, hiding his face as he stepped back. His heart was racing, his palms wet with sweat. *It is done,* he told himself. *Lucien’s command is complete.* He turned away, blending back into the servants, his hands trembling as he gripped the empty tray.Mira leaned close to Elara with a playful grin. “See? You finally drank something. Now maybe you will have more strength to enjoy the feast.” Elara chuckled softly. “You treat me as if I am a child, Mira. Always worrying about me.” The two of them laughed quietly together, their voices gentle among the noise of drums and chatter. Mira pointed to the children dancing nearby, and Elara’s eyes softened with xurou“They remind me of when we were younger,” Elara said w

“Elara! Stay with me!” Damien cried, shaking her gently, but her eyes had already closed. Her body went limp in his arms, and only a faint breath escaped her lips. “No, no, no!” Damien’s voice broke. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart. He held her tighter, his tears falling on her pale face. “You can’t leave me. Not like this!” Mira covered her mouth with her hands, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “She’s not moving… she’s not waking up! Oh, Moon Goddess, please save her!” The healer pushed closer. “Alpha, we must act quickly. The poison is strong. She is slipping away.” Damien laid Elara gently on the ground, his hand never letting go of hers. “Do whatever it takes. Use everything. Just save her!” The healer opened her bag again, pulling out more herbs. She crushed the leaves with a stone and mixed them with water, making a thick paste. She placed it carefully on Elara’s lips and forced a little into her mouth. “Swallow, Luna… swallow,” the healer whis

The night dragged on like a heavy shadow. The healer stayed in the chamber, watching Elara’s breathing. Mira never let go of her hand, whispering prayers between her tears. Damien stood by the bed for hours, his body still, but his mind was burning like fire. His eyes were on Elara, yet deep inside he was already searching for answers. At last, he turned to Elder Marcus, who had been waiting quietly by the door. Damien’s voice was low but full of danger. “Someone tried to kill her. Someone dared to poison my Luna in my own house. Tell me, Elder—who would dare such a thing?” Elder Marcus looked down, his face heavy with worry. “Alpha, we cannot answer yet. The feast was full, and many hands served the food and drink. It will take questioning to know the truth.” Damien’s fist slammed against the wooden table, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Mira jumped, and even the healer flinched. “No!” Damien growled. “It will not take long. I want answers before the sun rises. Find every