All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

📖 Chapter 190 Far away from the pack house, in the hidden cave where Lucien stayed, the night was heavy. The fire in the center burned low, throwing shadows against the walls. Lucien paced back and forth, his steps sharp and restless. His eyes glowed with anger, his hands shaking as he clenched them into fists. Suddenly, he kicked over a stool, sending it crashing against the wall. His voice roared through the cave. “Fool! Worthless fool!” he shouted. “I told him only one thing—one thing! Poison her and leave no trace! And what did he do? He allowed himself to be caught!” He slammed his fist against the stone wall, his knuckles bleeding from the strike. His chest rose and fell quickly, filled with rage. “He was supposed to silence her,” Lucien growled to himself. “But now he has become a chain around my neck. If he speaks, Damien will know everything!” For a moment, he stopped pacing, breathing hard. His eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dark whisper. “No… Damien m

The room was quiet, too quiet. The air was heavy with worry. Only the sound of Elara’s weak breathing filled the space, each rise and fall of her chest making Damien’s heart race with fear. The curtains were half drawn, letting the silver moonlight spill across the bed. It painted Elara’s pale face in soft light, but even that glow could not hide how fragile she looked. Damien sat at her bedside, his broad frame bent forward, shoulders tense, his eyes fixed on her as if staring hard enough could keep her alive. He had not moved for hours. Food meant nothing, water was forgotten, even sleep no longer had a place in his mind. His whole world, his whole life, lay in that bed, weak and trembling. He reached out every now and then, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, whispering things only her soul could hear. His heart had never felt so helpless. He was an Alpha, a man who commanded warriors and armies, yet right now, he was just a broken mate, afraid of losing the one person

The morning sun touched the curtains, and the room filled with soft light. Elara’s eyes opened slowly. For a moment, she felt lost, but then she saw Mira sitting by her side, holding her hand. “Mira…” her voice was weak but clear. Mira’s face lit up with relief. “You’re awake, my lady. Thank the Moon Goddess.” She brushed Elara’s hair gently away from her face. “How do you feel?”do you need anything , I can rush and get it ,my lady hope you are fine, I was worried about you..Mira started crying Elara tried to sit up, and Mira quickly helped her with the pillows. Her body felt heavy, but at least the pain was not as sharp as before. She sighed. “I feel weak… but alive.” Mira please do not cry alright, I am here with you and nothing will happen to me, I will stay with you alright?Mira smiled, though her eyes were still red from crying. “Alive is enough. You scared me. I thought…” Her voice broke, and she quickly wiped her tears. “I thought I would lose you.” Elara squeezed her

The morning sun slipped gently through the curtains, painting the chamber with soft gold. Birds chirped outside, and the pack house was calm. It almost felt like nothing bad had ever happened. Elara stirred slowly, blinking as the warm light touched her face. She turned her head and saw Damien sitting close, his chin resting in his hand, his eyes watching her like a guardian who had not slept all night. “You are still here,” she whispered softly. “Where else would I be?” Damien replied, his voice low and filled with quiet devotion. “Until you are strong again, I will not leave your side.” A smile touched Elara’s lips. She reached for his hand, and he quickly wrapped it around hers, as though it was the only thing keeping him alive. “Do you know what I dreamed of?” she asked after a pause. “What did you dream of, my love?” She smiled faintly. “I dreamed of us… holding a little baby between us. He had your eyes. Fierce and sharp, but gentle when he looked at me. I woke up

The morning sun had not yet risen, but Elara could not hold it in anymore. She had spent the night shaking, her heart heavy with the truth the dream had shown her. Her parents’ faces were clear, their voices still rang in her ears, and the face of the man who had taken them from her burned into her mind—Damien’s father. Tears slid down her cheeks as she turned to Damien, who was still asleep. She touched his shoulder, her hand trembling. “Damien,” she whispered, but her voice cracked. “Damien, wake up.” His eyes opened at once. He sat up quickly, sensing the panic in her tone. “Elara? What is it? Are you in pain?” Her lips trembled as the tears poured faster. “I… I saw them. I saw my parents. I saw everything. The Moon Goddess showed me.” Damien’s brows furrowed. He cupped her face gently, but she pulled back. “What did you see?” Her voice rose, broken. “It was your father!” She pointed at him with a shaking hand, her sobs escaping her control. “Your father killed my father.