All Chapters of The Alpha Mortal Elara : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The night was quiet, but Clara’s heart was not. She hid behind the trees, her eyes wide, her hands shaking. From where she stood, she saw Damien carrying Elara in his arms. His clothes were torn, his skin bruised, but he did not care. His whole body was focused on one thing—keeping Elara safe. Clara bit her lip until blood came out. Her nails dug into the tree bark. She whispered to herself, “No… this cannot be real. She should be dead. She should be gone forever.” But the truth stood in front of her. Elara was not dead. She was alive, lying weak in Damien’s arms. Clara’s eyes burned with hate. She wanted to scream but she stayed silent. If Damien saw her, he would know. Damien walked fast through the forest, not stopping for anything. His jaw was hard, his eyes glowing with anger and pain. Elara’s hair fell over his shoulder, her skin pale, but still breathing. He held her close, tighter than anyone had ever seen before. Clara followed from a distance, hiding in the shadows.

The night was quiet. The air inside the Alpha’s chamber was heavy. A single lamp burned, its light soft and golden, casting long shadows on the walls. Elara lay on the large bed. Her face was pale but calm. Her lashes rested on her cheeks. Her lips moved a little, like she was whispering in her sleep. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and the bond between her and Damien hummed in the room like unseen fire. Damien sat beside her, his body tense, his eyes fixed only on her. His hand wrapped around hers, holding it so tight like he was afraid she would slip away again. His jaw was clenched, but his heart was not strong like it looked. Inside him, fear still shook his soul. He had almost lost her. By the door, Kael stood, silent. His shadow stretched on the floor. His eyes never left Elara. His heart beat too fast, his throat dry, his chest heavy. He wanted to move closer. He wanted to take her hand too. But he stayed still, because he knew — she was not his. His eyes burned as he

The moon was high that night. Elara lay on the bed, eyes half closed. She had tried to sleep, but her chest would not calm. Her thoughts kept running in circles, always stopping at one face. Damien. She turned her head slowly. He was still there, sitting in the chair near the bed. His eyes were on her, golden even in the dim light. For a moment, their eyes met, and her heart beat fast. “You are still awake,” Damien said, his voice calm. Elara nodded. “Yes. I cannot sleep.” He leaned forward a little. “Why?” Elara touched her chest. “My heart will not rest. I close my eyes, but my body is not calm.” Damien stood and walked closer to her. He stopped beside the bed, looking down at her face. His hand lifted, but he stopped halfway, as if fighting with himself. Then slowly, he touched her forehead with his palm. “You are warm,” he said. “But not with fever. It is the bond again.” Elara’s lips parted. “The bond… it never stops. Sometimes it feels like fire in my vei

The moon was high, the feast over. Wolves slept in their homes, drunk with wine and joy. The great hall was silent now, only a few guards outside keeping watch. But not all were resting. Clara walked through the empty corridor, her steps soft but her heart heavy with fire. The night’s cheers still rang in her ears. *Elara, Elara, Elara.* Her name, not mine. Her face, not mine. Her seat beside Damien, not mine. Clara’s hand touched the wall as she walked. Her nails scratched the stone. She whispered, “This cannot last. I will not watch her take everything.” She stopped at the servant’s quarters. Inside, a young maid named Lira sat cleaning dishes. Her hair was dark, her eyes soft with innocence. She looked up in surprise when Clara entered. “Lady Clara,” Lira said, bowing quickly. “You should be resting.” Clara’s smile spread, but it was not warm. “I could not sleep. I came to speak with you.” Lira blinked, confused. “With me?” “Yes, with you.” Clara stepped clo

The night was quiet. The stars shone above the pack house, and the moonlight washed over the roof like silver water. Inside, most of the pack was asleep, but Elara could not close her eyes. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body was still weak, her heart still heavy. But more than anything, the bond inside her chest burned. It pulled her, it whispered his name. Damien. She turned and hugged her pillow. “Why do I feel like this? Why can’t I stop?” she whispered to herself. Her door creaked open softly. She sat up fast, her heart racing. Damien stood there, his tall frame filling the doorway. His golden eyes shone in the dim light. “You’re still awake,” he said, his voice low. Elara swallowed. “I… I couldn’t sleep.” Damien stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He walked to her slowly. “You should rest. Your body is still healing.” Elara looked down at her hands. “I tried. But every time I close my eyes, I feel…” she stopped, not knowing how to s