All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The pack was buzzing. Every corner of Damien’s mansion, every training ground, even the forest trails carried whispers about Elara. They called her the cursed girl, the stubborn one who refused to die, the strange girl with moonfire in her blood. Some said she was blessed, others said she was dangerous. But no one stayed quiet. The entire pack was watching her with eyes full of both fear and gossip.Clara loved it. She sat in the middle of the wolves during meal time, her long hair shining, her lips curved in that sweet smile she always used when she wanted something. She was beautiful, curvy, and she knew it. The male wolves stared at her, the females envied her, and Clara used all that attention to spread her poison.“Elara is trouble,” she whispered, loud enough for her table to hear. “Mark my words, she will destroy our alpha if he keeps her close. She doesn’t deserve him. She doesn’t deserve us.”The wolves leaned closer, eager for gossip. Clara lowered her voice, making her word

The night was not peaceful. Wolves whispered in every corner of the pack. Some were scared of Elara, some wanted her dead, some just wanted to see what would happen next. Elara could not sleep. Her body was weak from the cavern, but her mind was stronger. She sat by the window of her room, looking at the moon. Then she heard a voice. Soft, familiar. “Elara?” Her heart jumped. She turned quick. At the door stood a girl with bright eyes and long dark hair. The moment Elara saw her, tears filled her eyes. “Aria…” They ran into each other’s arms. Elara held her tight, not wanting to let go. Aria was her best friend from the old village, before the trials, before the pain. They grew up together, laughed together, cried together. “I thought I lost you,” Elara whispered. Aria pulled back a little, smiling. “You can never lose me. I came as soon as I heard about the trials. I had to see you.” Elara wiped her eyes. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe. They sat o

Elara sat on the cold floor of the golden house. Damien’s men had carried her here when she fainted after the trial. The walls shone with gold and silver, but her heart was empty. She had been saved, yes, but she was now a Luna without love. Aria sat by her side, holding her hand. “You are safe now,” she whispered. Elara looked at her. “Safe? Damien said I am Luna, but he also said he will never love me. What kind of life is that, Aria? He only saved me because of duty, not because he cares.” Aria squeezed her hand. “At least you are alive. We will figure out the rest.” But outside, gossip had already started. Wolves walked in groups, whispering. Some bowed to Elara’s name, some spat when they heard it. “She is too weak to be Luna.” “She fainted in battle.” “Why did the Moon Goddess choose her?” “She is not fit for Damien.” Clara’s voice rose above the whispers. She stood in the middle of the pack, her curves shining under the moonlight, her eyes burning wit

The night was quiet. Too quiet. The pack yard had gone silent after the trial. But inside me, storms raged. I sat by the window of the golden room, looking at the silver moon. My chest heavy, my heart loud. The vision still haunted me. I had seen death. I had seen fire. I had seen Damien fall. I pressed my hand against the mark on my neck. It still burned sometimes, as if the moon itself wanted me to speak. But I could not. I could not tell anyone. Not Damien. Not the fossils. Not the pack. If I spoke, they would call me cursed again. If I spoke, they would say I was a witch. Maybe they were right. Maybe I was. A knock sounded. Light, soft. I knew that knock. “Aria,” I whispered. The door opened. My best friend stepped in. Her brown eyes filled with worry. Her steps light, but her gaze sharp. “Elara,” she whispered, rushing to me. “You haven’t eaten. You haven’t slept. What is it? You look… haunted.” I forced a smile, but it cracked. “I’m fine.” She frowne

The morning sun rose over the pack lands, but its warmth did not reach me. I stood near the training yard, my eyes heavy from another night of broken sleep. Aria was at my side, whispering encouragements, but my heart was restless. The vision from last night lingered. It was sharper than ever. I could still feel the heat of the flames, still hear the screams. I tried to push it away, but every sound, every shadow, reminded me of what was coming. Aria nudged me gently. “Elara, you’re too quiet. If you keep frowning, someone will notice.” I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me, but she let it go. Across the yard, Damien was giving orders to the warriors. His voice was strong, his stance proud, but I noticed something else. His eyes moved, just for a moment, toward me. The bond tugged between us like a thread of fire. Aria leaned close. “See? He can’t ignore you forever.” I wanted to believe her, but my heart was heavy. The