All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Clara sat in her room, smiling as she looked into the mirror. She touched her long hair and laughed to herself. For the first time in weeks, she felt light. Clara: "Finally. Finally, she is gone." Aria, who sat on the bed, looked at her. Aria: "You mean Elara?" Clara turned, her smile wide. Clara: "Yes, who else? The weak little human. No one has seen her since the attack. Maybe the rogues took her, maybe she ran away. Whatever it is, she is gone. And this pack will breathe again." Aria frowned. Aria: "But Damien… he looks restless. He keeps searching. Even Kael looks worried." Clara rolled her eyes and stood up. Clara: "Let them worry. Let them search. Men always like to play hero. They will search until they are tired, and when they find nothing, they will come back. And when they do, they will see only me standing strong beside them." Aria: "But what if she comes back? What if she is alive?" Clara walked closer and touched Aria’s chin with her finger.

The forest was quiet, but not silent. The sound of leaves moving in the night wind filled the air. Elara stood in the small clearing behind Seraphina’s house. Her hands were shaking, but her eyes were strong. The woman with white hair stood in front of her, holding a wooden staff.“You must learn to control the power,” Seraphina said. Her voice was calm, but there was weight in her words. “If you do not, it will eat you.”Elara took a deep breath. “I am trying,” she whispered. Sweat ran down her face. “But it feels like fire in my chest.”“Good,” Seraphina said. “That means it is alive. Power is never quiet. You must guide it, not fight it.”Elara closed her eyes and tried again. She lifted her hand, and a soft silver glow moved around her palm. The light shook like a weak flame. She held it as long as she could, but then it burst and vanished. She fell to her knees.“I cannot,” Elara said, her voice breaking. “I am weak.”Seraphina walked close and placed her hand on Elara’s shoulder

Elara sat outside the small house, watching the moon rise between the trees. The night air was cold, but her body no longer shook like before. Weeks had passed in the forest. Seraphina had trained her every day, and now her hands were stronger, her steps faster. Yet her heart still felt heavy. Seraphina walked out of the house, her white hair shining under the moonlight. She carried a cup of warm tea and gave it to Elara. “You are ready,” she said. Elara looked up. “Ready for what?” “To go back,” Seraphina answered. “This place was never meant to be your home. You belong to the pack. You belong to your fate.” Elara held the cup tight. “But if I go back, they will hate me again. Clara will fight me, the elders may still not trust me. I don’t want to face all that.” Seraphina sat beside her. “Running does not stop hate. It only gives your enemy more space to grow. You have trained, you have healed. Now you must return and stand. That is the only way forward.” Elara’s

The moon was high, shining over the pack house. Inside the Alpha’s chambers, Damien sat on a chair near the window. His hands rested on the armrest, but his mind was far away. His chest felt heavy. Every night since Elara left, he felt the bond grow weaker and weaker. It was still there, but it burned soft, almost like a candle fighting to stay alive in the wind. He had not eaten much in days. Food came, food went, but he pushed it aside. He only drank water and stared out at the trees. Kael had begged him to rest. The elders had warned him that the pack needed a strong Alpha, not a broken one. But Damien did not care. His heart was somewhere else. His eyes always searched the forest, hoping she would appear at the border. The chamber door opened slowly. Clara walked in. She wore a flowing red dress that hugged her body. Her hair shone under the moonlight, and she carried a silver tray with wine and fruit. She closed the door softly and stepped inside like she owned the plac

The forest road was dark and quiet. Elara walked slow, her feet heavy on the dirt path. The moon gave little light under the thick trees. The night air was cold, and each sound made her heart jump. She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. Seraphina’s words echoed in her mind. *Be strong. Trust yourself. Do not fear the shadows.* But the shadows were many, and the silence pressed hard. Elara whispered to herself, “I can do this. I must go back. Damien… Kael… the pack… I can’t hide forever.” Her steps quickened. But then a branch snapped behind her. She froze, her heart racing. Slowly, she turned her head. The trees stood still, dark, but something moved between them. “Who’s there?” she called, her voice shaking. No answer came. She took one step forward. Another sound followed — low growls, deep and sharp, circling her. Her blood ran cold. Rogues. From the shadows, yellow eyes glowed. One by one, wolves stepped out. Their fur was rough, their teeth long