All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“You saw them together, right?” Clara asked as soon as Aria walked into the garden. Aria stopped, her eyes cold. “Yes. I saw everything.” Clara smiled, leaning back on the bench like she had been waiting all day. “Kael went to her room, didn’t he? Stayed with her for long. And you were there too.” Aria’s chest burned at the memory. “He touched her shoulder. His eyes… his eyes were soft. He has never looked at me that way.” Clara laughed, low and sharp. “I told you. That girl is dangerous. She steals hearts without even trying.” Aria sat down hard beside Clara, her hands shaking. “Why her? Tell me why it is always her. Elara was nothing. She was weak, unwanted, cursed. Now suddenly she has Kael’s eyes on her. Damien watches her. Even the elders keep talking about her. And me? Nothing. I have nothing.” Clara leaned closer. “That is because she is not like us. She is chosen. And you, my dear Aria, are blind. You keep calling her friend while she takes everything you want.”

Elara opened her eyes slowly. The room was dim, lit only by the small lamp on the table. Her body felt heavy, but the pain from the rogue attack was not as strong as before. She lifted her hand and touched her shoulder. The deep wound was still there, but it had already started closing. She sat up in shock. “How… how is this healing so fast?” she whispered. The door opened. Damien stepped in, his shirt still stained with blood from the fight. His eyes went straight to her. “You’re awake,” he said in a low voice. Elara nodded. She tried to stand but her legs trembled. Damien rushed to her side, holding her arm. “Don’t move. You lost too much blood.” “But look,” she whispered, pulling her shoulder to him. The cut was half closed. The skin was knitting together on its own. “This is not normal. I am human.” Damien’s jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed, studying the wound. “This… this is not human healing.” Before Elara could speak again, voices came from outside. Two Elde

The night air was cold, and the pack grounds were quiet after training. Elara sat under a tree, her eyes heavy but her mind restless. She kept thinking about Kael’s words the other night. He had looked at her with eyes that spoke more than his mouth. He had said nothing clear, but she felt the weight in his silence. Kael walked toward her now, tall and steady. “You should not sit here alone,” he said, his voice low. “It’s not safe.”Elara gave a small smile. “I can handle myself.”Kael looked at her for a long time, then shook his head. “You are strong, Elara, but sometimes strength needs someone to guard it too.”His words warmed her chest, and she lowered her gaze. “Thank you, Kael.”Before he could answer, heavy steps came from the shadows. Damien appeared, his eyes sharp and cold, fixed on Kael. The air shifted at once. Kael stood straighter, his jaw tight. “What are you doing here with her?” Damien asked, his voice like ice.Elara blinked, confused. “He was just keeping me comp

The next day the training field was quiet. Warriors stood in groups, whispering. What Elara did yesterday was still fresh. A human had knocked down a full warrior. No one understood it.Elara stood at the edge, her heart beating fast. She thought maybe they would send her away, but then Damien came. His eyes moved over the field and stopped on her.“Come here,” he said.Every eye turned. Elara walked forward, slow, unsure. Damien stood tall, his face calm, but his eyes were burning. “You train with me,” he said.The pack murmured. No one had ever trained with the Alpha like this. Elara’s hands shook, but she nodded. ---Training started. Damien showed her how to hold her arms, how to stand. His hands touched hers, fixing her grip. His voice was deep, cold, but steady. “Your balance is weak,” he said. “Your steps are slow. Again.”She tried. She fell. He pulled her back up. “Again.”Sweat ran down her face. Her legs hurt. But she kept trying. Each time she failed, he made h

The hall was silent. Elara sat with the bowl in front of her, her hands trembling from the long day of training. She lifted the spoon slowly, her eyes fixed on the dark stew. The pack watched from a distance, whispers moving like air. Clara smiled, her heart racing fast. She had waited for this moment, waited to see Elara fall and never rise again.The spoon touched Elara’s lips. She took the first bite. Clara’s heart leaped. She waited for Elara’s throat to burn, for her body to shake, for her skin to pale. She waited for screams. She waited for Damien to see that his weak human Luna was nothing.But nothing happened.Elara chewed slowly. She swallowed. She gave a small nod, as if the food was fine. Then she lifted the spoon again. She ate another bite. Clara’s smile froze. Her hands gripped the edge of the table so hard her nails dug into the wood.“What… what is this?” Clara whispered to herself. Her eyes darted to the bowl, then to Elara. Still nothing. Elara ate, calm, though her