Alle Kapitel von Hidden Identity: My Demi God, the Alpha King: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Kael POV The journey to Moon Pack was quiet. Too quiet. The engine of the armored vehicle hummed beneath us, steady and controlled, like everything else in my life was supposed to be. Guards rode ahead and behind us, wolves in human form alert and watchful, eyes scanning every stretch of forest and road. The trees blurred past the tinted windows, tall and ancient, their shadows stretching like fingers across the path. I sat opposite Elara, my body angled toward the window, but my attention kept drifting back to her. Every few minutes, I found myself looking at her without meaning to. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, shoulders slightly tense, eyes focused on nothing in particular. Her hair had come loose during the journey, strands falling softly around her face. There was a faint bruise still visible along her jaw, another at her wrist where Darius had hurt her. My jaw tightened. I wondered if she was afraid of me now. She had seen it. Not all of it, but e

Elara POVLearning Moon Pack rules had become the order of my days.Not just a routine, but an expectation.Wake up before sunrise. Wash. Dress properly. Eat alone. Walk to the library. Sit for hours listening to history, laws, traditions, and responsibilities that were suddenly meant to be mine.Luna.The word still felt heavy in my chest.Days had passed since we arrived. Real days. Long ones. And in all that time, I hadn’t seen Kael.Not once.At first, I told myself it made sense. He was the Alpha King. The strongest wolf alive. A demi god who carried a pack on his shoulders. Of course he would be busy.But by the fourth day, the excuse stopped working.He wasn’t at the dining hall.He wasn’t in the corridors.He wasn’t even visible from the training field anymore.It felt deliberate.Like I had been placed carefully in his world, then quietly set aside.I tried not to think about it while Mary spoke, her voice calm as she explained Moon Pack inheritance laws, but my eyes kept dri

Kael POVThe clang of steel against steel rang sharply across the empty morning field. The sound made my chest tighten with a mixture of discipline and frustration. I welcomed it. Training was the only thing keeping the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind from spilling over, though even now, it was barely working.“You look terrible this early,” Darius sneered, blocking my strike with his forearm before spinning away. Sweat trickled down his temple, his movements fluid, confident. He carried the arrogance of someone who had never faced true consequence.I adjusted my stance and lunged again, the leather of my gloves creaking as I gripped my sword tighter. “Training keeps the mind sharp,” I said coldly, my voice low, even as my muscles screamed from the repeated strikes. “And when my mind is crowded, it’s the only way I can focus.”He laughed, a short, sharp sound that grated against me. “Then I suppose you’ll never stop training, Alpha King,” he said. His smirk carried both amusement and

Kael’s POV“In line. Face your partner and attack.”My voice carried across the training grounds with enough force to silence the scattered murmurs of warriors adjusting their stances. The early sun glinted against metal as swords were raised in unison. Dust rose beneath boots shifting into position, and the scent of sweat and iron hung thick in the air.“Keep your sword at your side until you feel the weight of your opponent’s intention,” I continued, pacing slowly between pairs. “Strength without control is useless. Now strike.”Steel clashed again and again. The rhythm was sharp and relentless. I watched every movement closely, correcting grips, kicking ankles apart when stances weakened, knocking blades aside when arms grew lazy.“The wolf shifters will hold their form until they feel their bones strain,” I commanded to another group shifting partially, claws extending while remaining upright. “You do not shift to escape pain. You shift to master it.”A growl echoed from one of th

Elara’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the unfamiliar ceiling above me.For a moment, I lay still, disoriented, trying to remember how I had gotten there. The room was larger than mine, the air heavier with a scent that was not lavender like Ava’s oils but something darker, richer, something that made my wolf stir lazily in recognition.I pushed myself up slightly, my fingers pressing into sheets that were softer than any I had slept on before. My heartbeat quickened as awareness settled fully. This was not my chamber.I turned my head slowly.He was standing by the window.Shirtless.Morning light poured through the tall glass panels, outlining every sculpted line of his body in gold. His back was partially to me, broad shoulders relaxed, muscles shifting subtly as he adjusted his stance. The faint scar that ran diagonally across his side caught the light, telling a story I had not yet heard.I stared.I told myself to look away, but I did not.My gaze moved