The Alpha Mortal Elara のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Elara sat by the window of the Alpha house, her body still weak from all the pain and trials she had gone through. Her eyes were swollen from too much crying, but her heart refused to break. The whispers of the pack still rang in her ears like sharp knives. “She is not one of us.” “She is only human, how can she be Luna?” “She will bring shame to the Moonlight pack.” Everywhere she walked, eyes followed her. Some full of hate, some full of laughter, some full of pity. No one wanted her here, and yet the Moon Goddess had chosen her. Elara pressed her hand to her chest, wondering why. Clara stood at the far end of the hall, her eyes fixed on Elara like a predator waiting for her prey. Clara’s lips curled into a sweet smile whenever others looked at her, but Elara felt the venom hidden behind that smile. She knew Clara hated her. She knew Clara wanted her gone. That night, Clara made her move. She spilled oil near the kitchen steps, waiting for Elara to slip and fall. But Ela

The cup was in Elara’s hand. She lifted it slowly to her lips. The smell of the drink was strong, bitter, but she forced herself to take a sip. The moment the liquid touched her tongue, her chest burned. It felt like fire was moving inside her. Her hand dropped the cup. The glass smashed on the floor. “Elara!” Kael shouted, jumping from his chair. She clutched her throat. Her eyes rolled back. Her whole body shook. Gasps filled the hall. Damien was on his feet in seconds, his chair crashing behind him. His wolf eyes glowed. “What’s happening?” Nobody could answer. Elara fell from her chair, twisting on the floor. Her lips turned pale. Her heartbeat slowed. She heard voices calling her name, but they sounded far away. Her vision blurred. She was falling into darkness. And then—light. ---Elara found herself standing in a strange place. White flowers spread across the ground. The moon shone brighter than she had ever seen. A soft wind touched her hair. “Elara.

The night sky was red with fire. Wolves howled, claws hitting the ground as the pack ran toward the border. Elara’s heart beat so loud she thought it would burst. She stood near the gates, frozen, but the sound of fighting pulled her forward. “Stay back!” one warrior shouted, but her feet moved on their own. She reached the edge of the field. Blood covered the ground, the smell of iron thick in the air. Rogues poured from the forest, their eyes wild, teeth snapping. Damien was already there, his wolf huge, golden eyes glowing, tearing through rogues like fire. His growl shook the ground. Warriors fought beside him, but the rogues were many, too many. Elara gasped when one rogue broke free, running straight toward her. She stumbled back, her legs weak. “Elara!” Kael’s voice cut through the noise. He leaped forward, tackling the rogue before it could reach her. Blood splashed, his claws sinking deep. He turned to her, panting. “Stay close to me!” But Elara couldn’t mov

The night after the meeting with the Elders, the pack house was silent. But silence did not mean peace. Whispers still carried from room to room, soft voices asking the same question. “Why is she glowing?” “Why are rogues calling her name?” “Is she really safe for us?” Elara sat alone by the window in her small room, hugging her knees. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Every word spoken against her replayed in her head. Every doubt pressed on her heart like a stone. She wanted to believe Damien’s words when he said she was his. But the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried anger whenever he spoke to her, told her otherwise. The bond burned inside her chest. But it was not warmth. It was pain. She pressed her forehead against the glass and whispered, “Moon Goddess… why me? Why choose me? I am not strong. I am not a wolf. I am nothing.” The moon outside shone, quiet, watching, but gave no answer. ---Down the hallway, Damien stood in his office. His

Elara woke up with the morning sun on her face. Her head still heavy from the dream. Her body felt weak but her heart was worse. She sat up slow, looking around the small room. Everything looked the same, but she was not the same. The words of the Moon Goddess still burned in her chest. Damien’s father killed her parents. Her wolf was sealed. She was the key. It was too much. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to stop the tears, but they kept falling. The door opened. Kael came in with food. He stopped when he saw her face. “Elara…” his voice was soft. She shook her head quick. “I’m fine. Just leave it there.” He put the tray down but didn’t move. “You’re not fine. I can see it.” Elara turned away. “Please, Kael. Not now.” He stepped closer but she didn’t look at him. Her chest rose and fell fast. She wanted to tell him everything but the goddess’s warning echoed. Not yet. If you speak too soon, death will come. So she stayed quiet. Kael sighed. “I don’