All Chapters of Hidden Identity: My Demi God, the Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elara POVThe afternoon stretched slowly, each passing hour feeling longer than it should have, and still there was no sign of Kael. The room felt different without him, quieter in a way that made everything else louder, from my thoughts to the small sounds around me. I stayed there for a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, hoping I would hear the door open, hoping he would walk in like nothing had happened, but that moment never came.Eventually, I couldn’t sit still anymore.I stood up and made my way downstairs, convincing myself that maybe he would be there, maybe he had just been busy with something important, maybe I had overreacted and everything was still fine.But when I got there, he wasn’t.The dining area was calm, almost too calm, and the absence of his presence hit me harder than I expected. I moved slowly toward one of the chairs and sat down, my hands resting lightly on the table as my thoughts began to spiral again.Everything felt messy.Not just what I said, but

Writer’s POVMorning broke over the pack with a quiet kind of purpose, the kind that didn’t need noise to announce itself because everyone already felt it in the air. The sun had barely risen when the selected men stood assembled at the outer grounds, their bodies straight, expressions serious, each one aware that the task before them was not just another patrol or routine mission but something that carried weight far beyond the usual responsibilities of the pack.They had been handpicked by Kael himself, and that alone was enough to set the tone. These were not just warriors chosen for strength but for discretion, intelligence, and loyalty, the kind of men who could walk into unfamiliar territories and come back with answers instead of questions.At the center of it all stood Rowen, arms folded, eyes scanning the group like he was measuring each of them again even though the selection had already been made. Beside him, Kael stood with that same commanding stillness that always seemed

Elara’s POV — I did not let go of him immediately, not because I needed something to hold on to, but because I needed a second longer to understand what was happening, to convince myself that this was not another cruel twist meant to confuse me even more.Lucian’s arms were still around me, steady and certain, and I could feel the slight tremor in his breath like he was holding himself together just as much as I was trying to.“My sister…” he said again, quieter this time, like the word carried weight he wasn’t used to yet.I pulled back slowly, my hands still resting on his arms, not gripping, just there, grounding myself as I studied his face properly for the first time without the rush of shock clouding my mind.“You’re real,” I said, my voice not as steady as I wanted it to be, but clear enough. “This is actually happening.”A small smile formed on his lips, but his eyes told a different story, something deeper, something that had been waiting for years.“It is,” he replied. “I’v

Elara’s POVDays had slipped by in a quiet rhythm marked by steady purpose and lingering uncertainty. Kael and the others spent long hours in careful planning, tracing every possible lead on those responsible for kidnapping the children. The trails proved elusive, twisting away just as they seemed within reach, yet Kael still carved out generous time for me amid the demands that pulled at him constantly. He returned from those meetings with tension etched into his shoulders, only to soften the moment his gaze found mine, his hands gentle as they rested against the curve of my belly or drew me close during the quieter hours.My parents, the ones who had raised me, had been brought to the pack two days earlier under careful escort. I had refused to see them so far, the decision sitting heavy inside me. Anger still lingered, tangled with confusion and the ache of betrayal, but a deeper hesitation held me back. I needed more time before facing the people who had hidden so much while claim

Elara’s POVMorning light filtered through the windows of our chamber with a soft persistence that felt both welcoming and heavy, marking the start of the day I had both anticipated and dreaded in equal measure. The air carried a crisp edge as I moved about the room, gathering the few belongings we would need for the journey to Thunderhowl Pack, where my birth parents waited after years of separation that still felt unreal in many ways. Clothes folded neatly into sturdy bags, a warm cloak for the cooler evenings, and a small collection of personal items that included the few comforts I had grown accustomed to carrying. Kael worked beside me with his usual efficiency, placing his own things into the same collection without any sign of the stiffness that had settled into my own shoulders. The tension sat thick between us, born from the weight of what lay ahead and the lingering emotions from yesterday’s meeting with the parents who had raised me, yet he remained remarkably chilled, his