Semua Bab Hidden Identity: My Demi God, the Alpha King: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elara – POV The air thickened first, a raw surge of power slamming down the corridor like a predator's roar made silent. No sound. No warning. Just dominance that buckled my knees and stole my breath. My fingers clenched the stack of reports, knuckles whitening as I flattened against the icy stone wall. An Alpha? No. Something far deadlier. I dropped my gaze, heart hammering, instincts screaming to vanish. Omegas like me didn't stare. We didn't exist. So I held still, a ghost in the shadows, as deliberate footsteps prowled past. Only when the echo faded did I dare inhale. Our pack’s mornings carried the same harsh scent: rusted iron from the gates, damp soil from the forest edge, and the bitter tang of restraint. Routine wasn’t comfort; it was a chain. I worked in the administrative wing beneath the council hall, buried in stone older than the current Alpha’s reign. Logs, ledgers, supply inventories, and schedules, mundane yet vital, enough to keep me visible but overlooked. Utilit

Kael – POV The Moon Pack rises from the mountains like it was carved from them. Stone walls curve along the ridge, pale under moonlight, etched with symbols older than my reign older than the pack itself. This land remembers strength. It has never belonged to the loud or the reckless. It answers only to those who endure. As my horse passes through the gates, the guards straighten instantly. “Alpha King,” they say in unison, fists pressed to their chests. I nod but do not slow. The Moon Pack is the strongest not because it dominates others, but because it does not need to prove itself. Every wolf here knows what they are capable of. Discipline runs deeper than fear. Loyalty is not demanded it is chosen. Normally, coming home steadies me. Tonight, my thoughts refuse to settle. Elara’s face rises unbidden in my mind the way her shoulders squared even as fear pressed in, the quiet honesty in her voice when she said it wouldn’t matter. The restraint in her scent, held so

Elara – POV I don’t realize I’m being protected until it’s already happening. At first, it’s small things. Easy to miss if you’re not paying attention. The kind of changes that slip into daily life without announcing themselves. The guard at the east gate greets me by name. That has never happened before. “Morning, Elara,” he says, polite but distant, eyes scanning the path behind me rather than my face. “Morning,” I reply, unsure what to do with the sudden awareness crawling up my spine. As I walk through the market square, the crowd parts more easily than usual. No accidental shoulders brushing mine. No impatient sighs when I pause at a stall. It’s as if there’s an invisible line around me that people instinctively avoid crossing. By the time I reach the administrative wing, my instincts are humming low and uneasy. Maren notices the moment I step back into our apartment that evening. “You’re being watched,” she says calmly, as if commenting on the weather. I fr

Elara – POV The thoughts return before I can stop them. They always do. I’ll be brushing my hair in the quiet of my room, or folding linen beside the window, and suddenly Kael is there not in flesh, but in feeling. In the way my chest tightens when I imagine the space he takes up. In the warmth I swear would radiate from him if I stood close enough. It’s foolish. And yet… it feels inevitable. I imagine his hands, not roaming, not demanding but steady. Certain. As if they would know exactly where to rest without asking permission. I imagine the solid press of his chest, bare and unguarded, the slow rise and fall of it beneath my palm. The thought makes my cheeks burn. I press my fingers to my lips, half ashamed, half breathless. Sweet, I think. Terrifying, too. Because wanting Kael is not like wanting safety. It’s wanting a storm and hoping it doesn’t destroy you. I tell myself it’s just the aftermath of fear. That anyone would cling to the memory of protection

Elara – POV The Ring Pack Alpha does not arrive quietly. There is no announcement that ripples through Dimlight like thunder, no challenge issued at the gates. Instead, he enters the way confidence often does unhurried, deliberate, already certain he belongs wherever his feet touch the ground. I didn't know it’s him at first. I’m at the outer work yard, sorting inventory with two other omegas, my sleeves rolled up, hair tied back. The air smells of iron and fresh wood, of labor and routine. Normal. Safe. Then the air shifts. It’s subtle, but I’ve learned to notice those things now. Power always announces itself not loudly, but unmistakably. I look up. He stands at the edge of the yard, dressed in dark crimson and charcoal, his cloak clasped with silver instead of gold. His build is leaner than Kael’s, not carved from raw dominance but from precision. Where Kael feels like the night pressing close, this man feels like fire held carefully in hand. Controlled. Calculate