All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The next day dawned quietly. The once lively pack house still carried the heavy silence of fear. No one laughed, no music played. The grand feast was forgotten. All that mattered now was Elara’s survival. Inside her chamber, the air smelled of herbs and burning incense. The healer woman sat beside Elara’s bed, mixing fresh medicine in a wooden bowl. Her hands moved with care, her face tight with worry. Mira sat near the bedside too, holding Elara’s limp hand. She had not slept since the night before. Damien stood by the window, staring out, his fists clenched. His heart was restless. He had not left Elara’s side for long, only pacing back and forth like a caged wolf. Every breath she took felt like a blessing, every silence like death. When the healer finally leaned closer with the new mixture, Damien rushed forward. “Is it ready? Will this help her?” His voice was rough with desperation. The healer nodded. “It is strong enough to fight the poison. But it is bitter. She may st

Damien’s chest rose and fell like a storm. He pressed his hand against Elara’s cold fingers, refusing to let go. His voice shook with both power and pain. “Healer,” he said firmly, his tone sharp like a blade. “Do anything—everything possible. If it costs gold, herbs, even my own blood, I do not care. Just save her life. Save them both.” The healer bowed quickly, her wrinkled hands already busy with bowls of herbs and steaming water. “Yes, Alpha. I will not stop until she opens her eyes again. The child is strong, but the mother must survive if either of them is to live.” Damien’s jaw tightened. He brushed a strand of hair from Elara’s pale face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. “You hear that, Elara? You cannot leave me. Not now. Not ever.” Mira stood nearby, her eyes swollen from crying. She whispered, “Please, Luna… fight. Please come back to us.” The healer mixed powders with hot liquid, the air filling with bitter smells. She placed cloths soaked in healing oil on Elar

Elara’s body lay still on the bed, her hand cold in Damien’s warm grip. But deep inside her mind, she was no longer in the chamber. She stood in a wide field bathed in silver light. The sky glowed with the full moon, brighter than she had ever seen before. The air was soft, almost peaceful. She felt no pain here, no poison, no weakness. Then, from the light of the moon, a woman appeared—tall, radiant, her eyes glowing with kindness. The Moon Goddess. “Elara,” her voice was gentle, yet it carried great power. “Your time has not ended. You must go back.” please my child ,it's not yet your time, you have to go back nowElara’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, her voice trembling. “Please… do not send me back. That world is filled with pain. They hate me. They want me gone. I am tired, Goddess. So tired.” The Moon Goddess stepped closer and touched her cheek softly. “Child of the moon, you were chosen. The world may be cruel, but you are not alone. Your mate waits for

Darkness surrounded Elara at first. It was quiet too quiet, and she felt as if she was floating in empty air. Her body was light, but her heart was heavy. Suddenly, a soft glow appeared before her. It was silver and bright, like the moon itself. Out of that glow, a woman stepped forward—tall, shining, her eyes full of power and mercy. It was the Moon Goddess. “Elara,” the goddess said gently, her voice echoing like music. “Why do you linger here? Your time has not yet come.” Elara’s lips trembled. Tears welled in her eyes. “I… I don’t want to go back. That world is cruel. People hate me. They betray me. I am so tired.” The goddess moved closer and touched her cheek with a warm hand. “Yes, the world can be cruel. But you are stronger than you know. You were chosen for this path. Your story is not finished.” Elara shook her head slowly, her tears falling like rain. “I have suffered so much. My heart is broken so many times. Why must I return only to face more pain?”

The news of Elara waking spread quickly through the pack house. Servants whispered to one another, elders sighed with relief, and guards bowed their heads in thanks to the Moon Goddess. But Damien was not at peace. He sat close to Elara’s bed, watching her breathe. Her face was still pale, her body weak. Every time she closed her eyes to rest, his heart jumped with fear. He had almost lost her, and he could not forgive himself. Mira came in quietly with a tray of warm broth. She smiled gently. “She needs strength. Even if it is just a little, she must eat.” Damien nodded and helped Elara sit up slowly. She was weak, but she managed to drink some of the broth. Mira brushed her hair back and whispered, “You are safe now. We will take care of you.” Elara gave her a soft smile, but her eyes looked worried. “Safe? How can I be safe when someone tried to kill me in front of everyone?” Her voice was weak, but her words were sharp. Damien’s jaw tightened. He kissed her hand and stoo