Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Mortal Elara : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The day was slow in the pack. Wolves went about their work, but the whispers never stopped. Wherever Elara walked, eyes followed her. Some bowed with respect. Some looked with envy. Some with doubt. She tried to keep her head low, but it was not easy. The glow around her skin was not something she could hide. She felt heat under her neck every time someone whispered. In the afternoon, Elara left the main house and went to the garden for fresh air. The flowers swayed with the wind, and birds flew above. She wanted peace, even for a short time. But as she sat on the stone bench, she heard footsteps. She turned and saw Kael walking toward her. His face was hard, his eyes dark. “Elara,” he said in a low voice. “Kael,” she whispered, standing. “What is it?” He stopped in front of her, looking straight into her eyes. “I need to know the truth.” Her chest tightened. “Truth?” He crossed his arms. “Yes. Did something happen between you and Damien?” Her breath caught. Sh

Clara sat in her chamber, her face hard. She could not sleep. She paced from one end of the room to the other, her nails scratching the wood of the chair each time she passed it. “She came back,” Clara muttered. “They all welcomed her, they even celebrated her. Why is it so hard to remove her?” She kicked the chair, her eyes glowing with anger. The door opened slowly. A hooded figure stepped in, tall and thin. His voice was low. “You called for us, Clara.” She turned fast and smiled in a cold way. “Yes. I have waited for this moment. The pack may think Elara is safe, but she is not. I will see to that.” The man pulled down his hood. His face had scars, his eyes full of hate. He was a rogue, once chased out by Damien himself. His name was Ragnor. “What do you want?” Ragnor asked. “You said you would pay.” “I will pay,” Clara said. She walked close and gave him a small bag. The sound of coins clinked. “This is only the start. More will come when you do what I ask.

The night was quiet, but Elara could not rest. She lay on the wide bed in Damien’s chamber, staring at the ceiling. The fire in the corner burned slow, giving the room a soft glow. She turned on her side and pressed her hand to her chest. Her bond with Damien pulled at her heart. It was strong, but something else pulled at her too—fear.Elara closed her eyes at last. Sleep came heavy, and soon she was lost inside a dream.In the dream she stood in the forest. The moon was high and red, glowing like blood. A cold wind blew through the trees. Shadows moved, long and sharp. Then she heard them—wolves growling, deep and angry. She turned and saw rogues, many of them, with eyes shining in the dark. Their teeth dripped with foam, their bodies twisted with hate.One stepped forward. His voice was rough. “The human Luna… she must die. She is the key. The pack will fall through her.”Elara’s body shook. She stepped back but the ground under her feet broke, like it was made of glass. She

Aria walked fast through the pack house halls, her breath sharp, her eyes dark. She had failed to break Elara in the garden. Kael had ruined it, standing like a shield before Elara, shouting, defending. The memory made her teeth grind. She pushed open a heavy door and entered Clara’s chamber. Clara sat before a tall mirror, brushing her long hair. She turned slowly when Aria came in. “You look angry,” Clara said with a cold smile. “Did Elara spit at you?” Aria’s lips twisted. “Worse. She still stands strong. She still believes she belongs. Kael was there. He held her hand. He swore to defend her. I tried to tell her to leave the pack, but Kael shouted at me, called me a liar.” Clara’s brush stopped. Her eyes flashed like fire. “Kael… always Kael. That fool will die for her if he must. But Damien will never allow it. That bond keeps him chained to her. We must cut it.” Aria sat down quickly, leaning close. “Then we must act faster. The more she grows strong, the more she wins

The sun rose soft the next morning, painting the pack house in gold light. Elara stood by the window, her heart restless. She had not slept well. The bond inside her chest pulled strong all night, hot and restless, like two fires clashing. She pressed her hand over her heart and whispered, “Something is wrong.” Her steps carried her outside. The garden was calm, the flowers moving in the wind. For a moment, she thought peace had returned. But her peace ended when she saw Damien and Kael across the yard. They stood close, their bodies tense. Damien’s golden eyes were sharp, Kael’s blue eyes stubborn. They were not speaking, but the silence was louder than words. Elara’s steps slowed. Her chest burned again. She felt both of them through the bond, anger and pain mixing like storm clouds. She whispered, “Moon Goddess, stop this.” She walked closer. “Damien. Kael.” Both men turned at once. Their eyes softened when they saw her, but the fire inside them did not fade. Damien for