All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Clara’s chamber was dark, her curtains still drawn though the sun was high. She paced back and forth, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails cut into her palms. “How?” she hissed to herself, her voice low and sharp. “How can she still smile after everything? After the poison, after the whispers, after learning the truth about Damien’s father… she should have left him. She should have been broken!” but no she is greedy,she only wanted to be queen and lunaOne of her maids peeked nervously from the corner. “My lady… the word in the house is that the Luna is recovering well. She has been seen with the Alpha and Lady Mira this morning. They say she even laughed.” Clara spun around so quickly the maid flinched. Her eyes were burning with fury. “Laughed?” she repeated. “She dares laugh while I burn in silence?!” Her chest rose and fell as her rage grew hotter. “That child she carries… it is tying her to Damien even more. Everyone now looks at her with pity and respect. So

Far away from the pack house, Lucien’s den was filled with shadows and firelight. The flames of the torches burned against the stone walls, but they did nothing to warm the room. Instead, the air felt cold, heavy with fear. Lucien paced back and forth, his boots striking the ground with hard, angry steps. His eyes glowed red, and his face twisted with rage. “Fools!” he shouted, his voice echoing against the walls. “Useless fools! That spy could not even finish one simple task!” The men standing before him lowered their heads, trembling. None dared to meet his eyes. They knew Lucien’s anger was more dangerous than any blade. “He was caught like a rat,” Lucien growled, slamming his fist against the table. “Now Damien and his precious Luna live! That woman was supposed to die! Do you hear me? Die!” The men nodded quickly, but none spoke. Their silence only made Lucien angrier. He stopped pacing and turned sharply toward them. “Another must go,” he said coldly. “Someone must enter

The sun was bright that morning, warm light filling the Alpha’s house. Birds were singing outside the window, and Elara sat quietly while Mira brushed her hair. She was calmer now, though her heart was still heavy from everything she found out. But in that moment, Damien walked in with a big smile on his face. “My Luna,” he said gently, coming to stand behind her chair. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “I have been thinking… it’s time the whole pack knows the truth. It’s time we celebrate you.” Elara blinked and turned to him. “Celebrate me?” she asked, confused. Damien knelt in front of her, his eyes fixed on hers. “Yes. Celebrate you, and our baby.” His voice was soft but firm. “I want to hold a feast. A grand one. Let every pack member gather. I will stand before them all and announce that my Luna carries my heir.” Elara’s heart jumped at his words. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for such attention. Her hands trembled in her lap. “Damien, I don’t know… after ev

The night after Kael’s return, the pack house had grown quiet. Most of the laughter from the hall had died down, and Damien finally sat in his study, going over reports with a heavy mind. He was still thinking about the plans for the coming feast when the guards entered, bowing low. “Alpha,” one of them said, “a man requests to see you. He claims to be from the forest, that his family was lost, and he has nowhere to stay.” Damien frowned, his fingers tapping the table. “At this hour?” “Yes, Alpha. He insists it is urgent.” “Bring him in,” Damien ordered. ---The doors opened slowly, and a thin man stepped inside. His clothes were dirty, his face pale, and his eyes darted around the room like a frightened animal. He bowed low. “My lord,” he said in a trembling voice, “please… I have nowhere to go. My family was killed in the forest. I escaped with my life, but I have no home, no food, nothing. Please, show me mercy.” Damien studied him carefully. His voice was soft

The day of the celebration finally arrived. From morning, the pack house was alive with color, music, and excitement. Servants moved in every direction, carrying trays of food, pitchers of wine, and baskets of flowers. The air smelled sweet with roasted meat and baked bread, while the sound of drums beat lightly in the distance. Guests filled the open yard, elders sat in their places, and warriors stood proudly at the sides. Everyone wore their best clothes, their faces bright with joy and expectation. It was not only a day of celebration, but also a day of honor. But as much as the food and music brought happiness, everyone was waiting for one moment—the entrance of their Luna. ---At last, the doors of the Alpha’s house opened. Elara stepped out slowly, her hand resting gently on Mira’s arm for support. She wore a long gown of soft silver, the color of the moonlight itself. Her hair fell down in waves, with tiny white flowers braided into it. Around her neck hung a simp