All Chapters of Hidden Identity: My Demi God, the Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kael – POV It hits without warning. Not like hunger. Not like anger. Like recognition. The moment Elara stands there still, uncertain, watching me as if I might vanish if she blinks my wolf stirs. No. That’s too gentle a word. He surges. A deep, visceral pull tears through my chest, sharp enough to make my breath hitch. My fingers curl at my sides as heat coils low and tight, spreading through my veins like fire meeting oil. Mine. The word echoes in my skull, heavy and instinctive. I groan before I can stop myself, the sound torn from somewhere deeper than pride or control. Pain and pleasure twist together pressure, longing, something ancient waking after a long silence. My wolf presses forward, restless, demanding. Her. I close my eyes for a fraction of a second, jaw tightening as I force him back. The urge to step forward, to claim space, to mark what the moon itself seems to be pointing toward it is overwhelming. Luna. The thought flashes unbidden. E

Darius – POV I shouldn’t have gone back. The thought nags at me even as my boots carry me down the familiar path the one that curves toward Elara’s home, toward the quiet edge of the Dimlight Pack where things are meant to stay small, obedient, unnoticed. But nothing feels small tonight. The air hums. The moonlight feels heavier than it should. Like something ancient has brushed too close to the earth and hasn’t fully lifted away. My friend slows beside me, his steps cautious. “Darius… whatever just happened” “I know what happened,” I snap. Or at least, I think I do. Then the trees thin, and I see them. Kael of the Moon Pack stands like a living monument, his presence bending the space around him. His wolf is close too close. I can feel it even from here, a pressure that makes my teeth grind and my instincts recoil. And Elara She stands before him, framed in moonlight, her small figure utterly out of place at the center of something so powerful it makes my c

Kael POV The message left my hands before I had time to reconsider it. Rowan would be in the Moon Pack by now. Training finished. Patrols rotating. Council restless. He would read my words and know immediately that something had changed. I am coming back. I am not coming alone. I did not explain further. I did not need to. My wolf had not settled since earlier. It prowled inside me, restless, pleased, furious all at once. The pull toward Elara was no longer subtle. It was a constant pressure in my chest, a demand that refused to be ignored. I had tried to be patient. Tried to be respectful of territory and politics and council rules that other men pretended mattered more than instinct. But when my wolf surged earlier today and nearly tore free of my skin at the sound of her voice, something snapped into place. She was mine. She is mine. The thought no longer felt dangerous. It felt inevitable. In Dimlight Pack, unclaimed omegas were not taken lightly. They were p

Elara POV My parents should be on the road by now. The thought refused to settle properly in my mind. It sat there, heavy and uncertain, pulling my emotions in opposite directions. I did not know whether to feel excited or terrified. I had not spoken to them in days. I did not know how they would react to the news, to the ritual, to Kael. To me being chosen. Before anything else, I needed to put the house in order. The omega housing had never truly felt like home. It was temporary, borrowed, quiet in a way that reminded you that you were replaceable. Since my parents traveled, I had barely spent time there. Most nights I stayed with Maren or buried myself in work. I packed what I could. Clothes. Small keepsakes. Things that mattered. When I stepped outside and locked the door behind me, the sound echoed too loudly in the narrow street. My parents house was not far. Just a short walk through familiar paths. Halfway there, my wolf stirred. Not excitement. Not joy. Wa

Kael POV I carried Elara out of that place without looking back. Her body was light in my arms, too light, and it filled me with a kind of rage I had never known. My wolf paced under my skin, restless, violent, already marking names for punishment. Darius men would not escape. None of them. But vengeance could wait. Right now, all that mattered was her. I took her straight to my assigned house in Dimlight, ignoring everyone who stared as I passed. Guards followed silently, spreading out to secure the area. No one was allowed close. No one. I laid her gently on the bed. Only then did I let myself look properly. Bruises marked her skin. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood. Her wrist was swollen, already beginning to darken. My chest tightened painfully. I moved slowly, carefully, checking her for injuries. She flinched once, then relaxed when she realized it was me. “Elara,” I said softly, cupping her face. “My love. My mate.” Her eyes opened fully the