All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The night had grown quieter after the celebration. The sound of drums and laughter slowly faded as the feast ended, leaving only the glow of the moon and the distant crackle of dying torches. Most of the pack had gone to rest, still filled with joy from the Alpha’s speech. But inside the Alpha’s house, two men sat together, sharing a moment that was long overdue. Kael leaned back on the chair, his eyes watching the flicker of firelight from the hearth. He had eaten, laughed, and drunk with the others, but now his face had grown serious. Damien sat across from him, his cup untouched, his thoughts still half with Elara, who was resting upstairs. For a while, silence stretched between them, a silence of old friends who did not always need words. But then Kael broke it, his voice low and thoughtful. “Your pack is strong, Damien. Tonight proved that. But strength can attract envy. You must be careful.” Damien’s eyes lifted to him, steady and calm. “I know.” Kael leaned forwar

The night was dark, and the forest carried an uneasy silence. Clara moved quickly between the trees, her hood drawn low over her face. She had been restless since the celebration, anger boiling inside her. Everyone had been smiling at Elara, praising her, blessing her child. Clara could not take it anymore. She needed a way to break Elara completely—and this time, she would not fail to . She kept walking deeper into the woods until she felt a sudden chill. A shadow moved, and from the darkness, Lucien appeared. His eyes burned like fire, his expression sharp and deadly. “What are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous. “You dare step into my path, girl?” Clara froze, but she lifted her chin with defiance. “I came to find you.” Lucien narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. His aura flared with dark power, ready to strike. “You made a mistake. I could crush you here and now. I don’t waste time with weaklings.” But before he could release his power, Clara’s eyes glowed fa

The morning began like any other, but by mid-day, the entire pack was buzzing with whispers. The spy—the one Damien had locked in the dungeon weeks ago, the same man who tried to poison Elara—was dead. A guard had gone in to bring him food, only to find his body lying still on the cold ground, eyes wide open, lips darkened. It was clear he hadn’t died naturally. Someone had silenced him. The news spread like fire. Maidens in the courtyard whispered behind their hands. Warriors shook their heads, muttering that it was strange he died right when the Luna’s pregnancy was being celebrated. Even the elders looked uneasy, their faces tight with concern. By the time Damien was told, the pack was already restless. He left his chamber at once, his jaw stiff, his eyes blazing. Two guards followed him as he marched into the dungeon. The air inside was damp, heavy with the smell of stone and iron. The spy’s body lay stretched out, stiff and lifeless. Damien stood over him, his fists cle

The pack house was quiet that evening. The celebration had ended, and most of the pack members had gone back to their duties. A soft breeze moved through the open windows of Damien’s study, carrying the smell of pine trees from the forest. Damien sat behind his desk, looking at some scrolls, when the door opened gently. Kael walked in, his face calm but his eyes carrying something different—something Damien noticed right away. “Brother,” Damien said with a smile. “You look like a man with a secret.” Kael chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he closed the door. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I just needed to talk to you.” Damien leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Talk to me then. We’ve been through battles together. Whatever it is, you can trust me.” Kael hesitated, pacing the room slowly. His steps were heavy, as if the words he wanted to say were too big for his chest. Finally, he stopped and looked Damien in the eyes. “Damien,” he said seriously. “I think… I

The next morning, the sun rose bright over the pack house. The celebration was over, but the joy still lingered in the hearts of many. Pack members moved around with smiles, still talking about how beautiful Elara looked and how blessed the Alpha was to have a child on the way. Damien sat with the elders in the meeting hall, discussing plans to strengthen the borders. Elara was with Mira and some women, enjoying the peace of the day. Everything seemed calm—until a sudden knock at the gate broke the air. A guard rushed into the hall, his face pale. “Alpha Damien!” he called. Damien stood quickly. “What is it?” The guard bowed his head. “A messenger has come from the East. He looks injured, but he insists it is urgent.” Damien nodded sharply. “Bring him in.” Moments later, two guards helped a man into the hall. His clothes were torn, his body covered in dirt and blood. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes were wide with fear. He fell to his knees before Damien. “Alpha…