Semua Bab The Alpha Mortal Elara : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The night was deep. The pack house was quiet, only the sound of crickets outside. Elara lay on her bed, her eyes open, staring at the roof. Sleep refused to come. Her mind was heavy, her chest full. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the trial, saw the pack mocking, saw Clara’s face laughing at her. She sat up, breathing hard. She whispered, “Why me?” Her hands were shaking. She wanted to be strong, but fear was crawling. She walked to the window and sat near it, looking at the moon. The light touched her face. For a moment, she felt calm, but it did not last. Her heart beat fast again.She did not know danger was close. ---Clara moved in the shadows outside. Her eyes sharp, her steps slow. She held a knife in her hand, cold and shining. Hate was boiling in her chest. “She will not live to see the trial,” she whispered. “She will not take what belongs to me.” Her hair fell over her face, her curvy frame hidden under a dark cloak. Her breath was quick. She looked at the wind

Elara woke up the next morning still weak. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale. She tried to smile at herself in the mirror, but it looked fake. She whispered, “I am fine. Nobody needs to know.” She brushed her hair slowly, then fixed her dress and walked out. As she stepped into the main hall, some pack members turned their eyes. She could hear their whispers, the way they always did. “That human girl again.” “Why does she even stay here?” “She is weak.” Their voices pricked her ears, but she kept walking, head low. She did not see Damien at first. He stood at the top of the stairs, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes followed her silently. He noticed how slow her steps were, how she almost missed a step when she reached the bottom. Something was wrong. He could feel it. ---Later, when Elara carried a basket toward the back garden, Damien came closer. His deep voice called, “Elara.” She jumped, almost dropping the basket. She turned and lowered her eyes. “Alpha,” she

Elara could not sleep. The moon was high but her eyes stayed open. She kept thinking of the words she heard in the woods. Clara saying she will end her. Aria answering that she could count on her. The voices refused to leave her head. Her hands shook as she sat on the bed. She hugged her knees close. “Why Aria? Why?” she whispered again. The door knocked softly. Elara wiped her eyes fast and stood. “Who is it?” “It is me, Mira,” a soft voice answered. Elara opened the door and saw Mira holding a small lantern. Mira smiled and bowed. “My highness,” she said the way she always did, with respect. Elara tried to smile. “Mira… why are you here? It is late.” “I could not sleep,” Mira said. “And I thought maybe you too cannot sleep. So I came. Just small gist.” Elara’s chest warmed. Mira was one of the few who cared for her. She let her in and they both sat on the small mat. Mira placed the lantern between them. “What are you thinking, my highness?” Mira asked. Elara shook

The air in the pack was quiet that morning. The warriors trained as usual, but Damien was not on the ground. Elara noticed it first. He always came early, always stood strong in front of everyone. But today he was late. When he finally walked in, his steps were slow. His face looked pale, though he tried to hide it. He stood tall as always, but Elara’s eyes caught the small shake in his hand. “Alpha,” one warrior greeted. Damien only gave a short nod. His voice was lower than usual. “Continue training.” Elara’s heart skipped. Something was wrong. She wanted to go to him, but she held back. She knew Damien hated to look weak. He would never admit pain. During training, he tried to show the warriors a new move. His sword swung fast, his body moved sharp, but after a while, his hand trembled again. He stopped for a breath, too long, too heavy. Nobody noticed, but Elara did. She watched him, her chest tightening. When the session ended, Damien walked out alone. Elara’s eyes fo

The morning sun touched the pack house. Elara walked quietly through the hall with a basket in her hand. She had been in Damien’s room late at night when his fever rose again. She stayed by his side, putting a wet cloth on his forehead. She left before dawn, hoping nobody would notice. She thought it was her secret, but she was wrong. Clara already knew.Clara waited in the dining hall with a fake smile on her lips. Many pack members were there, talking and eating. When Elara entered, Clara’s voice rose, sharp and clear. “So, the human girl is now sneaking into the Alpha’s room at night. How cheap.” The whole hall went silent. Heads turned. Eyes fixed on Elara.Elara froze. Her hands shook, and the basket almost slipped. She opened her mouth but no words came. Her face turned red. She felt like the ground should open and swallow her. She wanted to run but her legs were heavy.Clara stood from her seat and walked closer, her heels clicking on the floor. She smirked, her eyes burning wi