All Chapters of Hidden Identity: My Demi God, the Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Elara – POV The mornings in our pack always smelled the same iron from the gates, damp earth from the forest edge, and the faint bitterness of restraint. I learned early not to expect comfort from routine. Routine existed to keep people like me in place. I worked because I had to. Because omegas without mates were expected to prove their worth in other ways. I work in the administrative wing beneath the council hall. It isn’t important work, but it keeps me useful. Records, schedules, supply logs. Quiet things. Safe things. The administrative wing lay beneath the council hall, carved from dark stone older than the current Alpha’s reign. The walls absorbed sound, swallowing footsteps and whispers alike. I liked that about this place. Silence made it easier to disappear. I carried a stack of reports against my chest, fingers already numb from the cold. Inventory logs. Trade records. Territory maintenance requests. Work that mattered, but never enough for anyone to look twice

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