Lar The Beloved Real Name Novels & Stories

Korea, Seoul " Hmmm, how about this one, maybe my son Gerald would like this " Arcela mumbled as she was busy picking some leather jacket. Arcela Itopia, the packs Luna of Lycans, the wife of Stark and the mother of Gerald. She's one of the most cunning female human Lycans in the whole city of New York. Everyone kneeled before her and they were scared to fight against her because she's more vicious and cruel than anyone else.

"Dad I was told by Harolden that Kevyra's real name is Silene, Silene NightRider, and she was a maid of the Arrowhead pack..." What did he just say? I could feel my brain going locked immediately, my body destabilizing as something flushed around my vein with force. I felt like being swallowed up by whatever could. This was the secret and it had been leaked. So this was why Lustrow had been treating me more like a maid in the house. I palpebrated as I gazed at the widened mouth and eyes of everyone including Leoric.

But Devlin… Devlin had vanished. Not that anyone was particularly worried. Everyone knew Anthony was the real threat. Devlin? He was just a loyal lapdog, too weak to stand on his own. We weren’t wasting resources chasing shadows. Elara, though… Or rather, Laurel…. her real name, which Cedric revealed after everything came to light. It was still hard to believe how far she had gone just to get rid of my baby. When the witches found out she was responsible for July’s death—one of their own—they demanded her. And we handed her over without hesitation.

“It’s a rental. Isn’t it?” “Nope.” Lysander said, “Honestly, you didn’t see the name on the side when we boarded?” “It was the middle of the night, so no, I didn’t see it.” Xavier swaggered over to us. “She’s called Elara Stella.” Our mate’s lips parted in an O. It was good to know we could still surprise our woman. We were going to live a full, long, and happy life together. One full of the best surprises.

“She’s here.” The others crowded close. On the page, under Laurent, a younger sister’s name: Elara Laurent. Age 7. Taken 19 years ago. Location: St. Maren’s West Wing. Benita’s throat closed. She traced the letters with trembling fingers, the reality hitting like a wave. Not just a rumor. Not just a guess. Elara had been real. Lola placed a hand gently on her back. For once, no jokes. Just warmth. Benita blinked hard, swallowing. “She lived here. She breathed these halls. She was stolen… and I never knew.”

My eyes glowed red, and I knew I was ready to join the fight. My mind was made up - I would kill her, once again. Elara, my fated mate, the woman I had betrayed in my past life. I couldn't let her get her revenge on me, not now that she had been reborn. Lucian, Elias, Jace, and even President Ryder had no idea that the full-shifted omega beast was Elara, hiding behind the name Isla Morgan. And I would keep it that way.

"Hello, Elara." He kissed her on both cheeks. "Chloe," Lorenzo introduced me. "This is Elara. They call her The Weaver. She dresses the people who run the world—and the people who burn it down." Elara looked at me. She lifted her glasses, her sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe. She frowned. "Posture," she snapped. "Shoulders back. Chin up. You are marrying a Moretti, not waiting tables." I straightened up instinctively. "I—"

My mother stepped forward, the soft glow of the lanterns catching in her silver hair. “I’d like to formally introduce you to the Ambassador of the Moonwolves,” Alaric announced, his voice carrying across the room with quiet authority. “Elara’s mother: Lucia.” Grace, in typical fashion, fainted again. But for real this time.

The moment the words left my mind, Fenrir stiffened. “Lara… was that you?” he asked, almost disbelieving. “Yes,” I replied hesitantly. “And my name is Elara, not Lara.”His next words sent my heart racing. “I know your name. I’ll just call you Lara—Elara sounds distant.” I barely had time to process that before he continued, his voice deep and certain. “Lara, your voice is so beautiful. It’s soft, and I love it. Speak more often through the link. I would never get tired of hearing this voice.”

"I never abandoned you and your mother." "Then what happened?" I pressed on, desperate for the truth. "First, your mum's name is not Celeste. It's Irene," he revealed. I took a moment to process the information. Mum had been living a life of pretense. "If you didn't, then with all your wealth and power, how couldn't you find us? Or did you just never look?" Alaric touched me pulling my attention to him and it calmed me incredibly. "Give him a chance. I know you're mad right now, but we are here to clear things up, like you said," he whispered. I nodded and shifted my attention back to alpha Thorne.