All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The chamber was heavy with silence. Elara sat on the edge of the bed, her face wet with tears, her chest rising and falling fast. Damien stood a few steps away, his eyes dark, his hands trembling as if he wanted to reach for her but was afraid she would push him again. “Elara…” he said softly, his voice almost breaking. “You have to believe me. I knew nothing. If I had known—if I had even heard a whisper—I would have stood against my father. I would have protected them. I swear it on my life.” But Elara shook her head, more tears falling. “How can I believe you, Damien? I saw it… I saw his face. He killed my father with his own hands. And you—you carry his blood. You sit on his throne. How am I supposed to separate you from him?” Her words cut deeper than any blade, but Damien did not move. His chest ached, his throat tight. He whispered, “I am not my father.” Elara buried her face in her hands. Her body shook as she cried. “But you are his son! And because of him, my p

Clara wasted no time. The moment she left Elara’s chamber door, she hurried down the long hallway until she found Aria sitting in the courtyard, staring at the fountain with her usual cold look. “Aria,” Clara whispered sharply, pulling her aside. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. “You won’t believe what I just heard.” Aria turned, frowning. “What is it now? Another of your foolish schemes?” Clara shook her head quickly, her voice trembling with eagerness. “No, this is different. This is the truth. The kind of truth that will destroy Damien and Elara forever.” Aria’s eyes narrowed. “Speak.” Clara leaned closer. “Elara knows. She finally knows. Damien’s father… he’s the one who killed her parents. He’s the reason her mother died in misery. She saw it in her dream last night, and she told Damien to his face. I heard it with my own ears.” For a moment, silence hung between them. Then Aria’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Are you certain?” Clara nodded eagerly. “Certai

The morning sun was bright, and for the first time since her sickness, Elara stepped outside the pack house. Mira and two maidens walked with her, carrying baskets as they went to the gardens. Elara wanted fresh air, she wanted her hands busy, anything to clear her heavy thoughts. She bent down to pick herbs, her long dress brushing against the grass. The maidens smiled softly, happy to see her outside again. For a short while, Elara felt calm. The breeze touched her skin, the birds sang in the trees, and the world felt almost normal. But then the whispers came. Two women carrying water jugs slowed their steps when they saw her. They bowed their heads politely, but their voices were sharp when they thought she couldn’t hear. “How can she still stay with him after learning the truth?” one muttered. “She must be greedy,” the other replied. “She doesn’t care her parents died. She only cares about being Luna.” Elara’s hands froze on the herbs. Her heart stung. She straightened

The next morning, whispers spread quickly through the pack house. Servants carried the news from mouth to mouth like fire jumping from dry wood. *The Luna wants to leave the Alpha.* By the time the sun was high, almost everyone had heard. Some gasped in shock, some pitied Elara, and others whispered cruel things about her. The story twisted as it moved, each person adding a little more to make it sound bigger. And like always, the news found its way to Clara and Aria. They were in Clara’s chamber, sitting close together. When a young maid whispered the news to them, Clara froze. Her lips parted, her eyes wide. “What did you just say?” The maid lowered her head. “It is said the Luna argued with Alpha Damien last night. She said she wanted to leave. She cried very much. That is what I heard.” Clara’s shock quickly turned into a slow, wicked smile. She waved her hand for the maid to leave. As soon as the door closed, Clara stood up and began pacing the room. “At last,” s

The room was quiet after Mira’s words. Elara lay with her face to the wall, her tears soaking into the pillow. Mira sat close, still holding her hand, afraid to leave her even for a moment. The door opened slowly, and Damien walked in. His steps were heavy, but his voice was soft. “Mira… give us a moment.” Mira looked at Elara, then at Damien. She hesitated, but finally nodded. She stood, squeezed Elara’s hand gently, and left the room. Damien closed the door behind her. For a long moment, he just stood there, watching Elara’s trembling shoulders. His chest ached at the sight. This was not the strong, smiling woman he loved—this was Elara, broken and hurting, and it cut him deeper than any wound. He moved closer and sat at the edge of the bed. He did not speak at first. Instead, he reached out carefully and touched her hair. His fingers stroked it slowly, gently, like he was afraid she might break further if he was too rough. “Elara,” he whispered. She shook her head again