บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Mortal Elara : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The night was long, but whispers did not sleep. By the next morning, the pack was already divided. Some said Elara was a curse. Some said she was a blessing sent by the Moon Goddess. The air was heavy with gossip, fear, and hope mixed together. Inside the council hall, Clara stood with one of the elders. Elder Markus, a man with gray hair and a sharp tongue, sat at the long wooden table. Clara stood in front of him, her hands folded, her curvy figure straight, her lips pressed in a fake smile. “Elder,” Clara said sweetly, her voice dripping with honey, “you see what is happening. The pack is losing faith. All because of that girl. That human girl.” Elder Markus raised his head slowly. His old eyes were tired, but sharp enough to see through lies. “Careful, Clara,” he said in a steady voice. “Elara is chosen by the Moon Goddess. We must not question what the goddess has done.” Clara’s smile faded for a second, but she quickly fixed it back. “Chosen? Do you really believe that?

The council hall was filled with murmurs that morning. Elders sat in their chairs, their faces dark with worry. The pack had never been this divided before. Elder Marlow spoke first, his voice sharp. “We cannot keep pretending. The pack is breaking. Half call the girl a blessing, half call her a curse. This is dangerous.” Elder Ren frowned. “And what do you suggest? Throw her out? Kill her? Do you want to bring war with the Moon Goddess upon us?” Marlow slammed his cane on the floor. “Do not put fear in my mouth. I only say what the people are saying.” Another elder leaned forward. “The Alpha must decide. It is not our place to keep dragging this matter. If Damien accepts her, then she stays. If he rejects her, then she goes.” The hall grew silent. All eyes turned to Damien, who sat at the head. His face was calm but his hands clenched tight. He stood slowly, his voice heavy. “I have heard the whispers. I have seen the fear in your eyes. But listen well—Elara is not curse.

Elara could not sleep that night. She lay on her bed, staring at the roof. The words of the elders kept playing in her head. "Curse… banished… tearing the pack apart." Her chest felt heavy. Even though Damien had defended her, the whispers from the crowd stayed in her mind. She turned on her side and pulled the blanket close. Still, her heart did not rest. A knock came at her door. She sat up fast, her hands shaking. Elara: "Who is it?" Mira’s voice came soft. Mira: "It’s me, my highness." Elara opened the door. Mira walked in carrying a small tray with bread and warm milk. She placed it on the table and bowed a little. Mira: "I saw you had no food at dinner. I thought maybe you were hungry." Elara smiled weakly. Elara: "Thank you, Mira. You are too kind." Mira shook her head. Mira: "Not kind, my highness. Loyal. You saved me once when Clara wanted me punished. I will never forget." Elara’s eyes softened. Elara: "But now everyone says I am a curse. Even some

The forest was too quiet. Elara held her bag close and walked fast, but her heart would not stop racing. The moon hid behind dark clouds, leaving only shadows. She kept hearing sounds—leaves moving, twigs breaking. She looked back again and again. Nothing. Still, her body shook. Then a low growl came from the left. Another from the right. Her blood turned cold. Before she could move, shadows jumped out of the trees. Rogues. Their eyes glowed red, their teeth sharp. They circled her slowly, growling deep from their chest. Elara dropped her bag and stepped back, her hands shaking. Elara: "Stay back… please." The rogues laughed, a sound that was cruel and hungry. One of them spoke. Rogue 1: "So this is the human Luna. The one they whisper about." Rogue 2: "The key. Yes, she is the key." Elara’s heart pounded harder. She did not know what they meant, but fear filled her bones. She tried to run, but one rogue blocked her path. Rogue 3: "No escape. Tonight, you are our

Elara woke slowly, her head heavy, her body warm. For a moment she did not know where she was. The smell of herbs filled her nose, and soft light came from a fire. She was not in the pack house, not in her room. She sat up fast, her heart beating, and looked around. The small house was simple, made of wood, full of shelves with jars and dried plants. A soft blanket covered her legs. She touched it, confused. A voice came from the corner. Seraphina: "You are awake. Good. Rest suits you, my child." Elara turned and saw her. The woman with white hair sat in a chair, her eyes glowing faint blue. She looked old and young at the same time. There was kindness in her face, but also power. Elara: "Who are you? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" Seraphina stood and walked closer. Her steps were light, almost like she was floating. Seraphina: "My name is Seraphina. You were in danger. Poison was meant for you, but fate changed the bowl. Then rogues hunted you. You wou