Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Mortal Elara : Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Elara sat quietly in her chamber that evening. The sound of laughter and voices outside told her that the pack house was still alive with activity, but her heart was not light. She sat near the window, her hands resting on her belly, her thoughts heavy. The news about the Silver Moon pack had spread quickly. A whole pack destroyed in one night—it was something she could not remove from her mind. She kept thinking about her parents, how they had been taken from her in the past, how she had lived through pain and loss. And now, hearing that another pack had been wiped out, her heart trembled with fear that the same thing might happen again. Mira entered the room carrying a small tray of warm milk. She placed it gently on the table and walked closer to Elara. “You are too quiet, my Luna,” Mira said softly. “Your eyes are heavy with worry. Tell me what is in your heart.” Elara turned her head slowly. Her eyes were wet, though no tears had fallen yet. “Mira, what if it happens to us?

The night was very still. The wind outside was soft, moving the leaves gently like whispers. Inside Damien and Elara’s chamber, everything was quiet. Damien was already asleep, his arm resting protectively around Elara’s waist. But Elara’s eyes kept moving slowly, her heart beating faster than usual. She closed her eyes, trying to rest, and that was when it started. In her dream, she found herself standing in a wide green field. The sky above was bright, the sun shining warmly on her face. She turned around in confusion, wondering where she was. “Elara…” The voice made her freeze. She knew that voice, even though she had not heard it in so long. Slowly, she turned, and her heart stopped. Her parents stood there, smiling at her. Her mother wore the same gentle smile she remembered from childhood. Her father stood tall and proud, his hand resting on her mother’s shoulder. They both looked so alive, so full of light, as if they had never been taken away from her. “Mama… Pap

The forest was dark that night. The wind moved the leaves slowly, carrying with it the smell of danger. Clara walked with fast steps, her cloak tied around her shoulders. Her heart was beating fast but her mind was on one thing only—meeting Lucien. When she reached the hidden spot, she saw him already standing there. His red eyes glowed under the moonlight, his face strong and full of anger. Some of his men stood behind him like shadows, waiting for his command. Clara swallowed hard, but she did not turn back. Lucien looked at her and smirked. “You came again. What do you want, Clara? Did you not say last time you only care about killing Elara?” Clara pressed her lips together. Her hands shook a little, but she faced him. “Yes, I want Elara gone. But I came to beg you for something.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Beg me?” He laughed darkly. “You, the jealous one, now begging me? Speak before I change my mind.” Clara stepped closer. “Do not harm Damien. I beg you. Do whatever you

The night was still burning with fire. The battle had not slowed down, claws clashed against claws, teeth tore through flesh, and growls filled the air. But every warrior paused for a moment when they heard Elara’s howl. It was different. It was not the howl of fear, it was the howl of strength. Damien turned his black wolf head toward her, his chest rising with pride. He wanted to run to her, but the fight pulled him back. Kael, in his silver wolf form, also looked toward Elara, shocked at the light glowing around her. Elara stood at the edge of the battlefield. Her eyes glowed golden, her skin shone under the moon. The air around her was heavy with power. She felt her blood racing, her heart beating so fast it almost hurt. Mira ran out behind her, calling, “Elara, wait!” But she stopped when she saw the glow. She covered her mouth in shock. “Oh Moon Goddess… it is happening.” Elara dropped to her knees, her body shaking again. Her bones ached, her hands clawed into the soil.

The battle slowed for a moment. The warriors pushed Lucien’s men back, but the air was still thick with fear and blood. Damien and Elara stood side by side, their eyes locked on Lucien who was still breathing heavy, still fighting to rise again. But then another cry broke the air. “Traitor! Bring her forward!” Two elders dragged Clara into the middle of the battlefield. Her hair was messy, her dress torn, but her eyes were still filled with fire. She struggled, shouting, “Let me go! I did nothing wrong! I am the true Luna, not her!” The pack gathered around. Whispers spread quickly. Warriors who were still bleeding from the fight turned their eyes on Clara, anger burning in them. One of the elders shouted, “Clara, daughter of this land, you betrayed your pack. You met with the enemy. You begged Lucien to harm our Alpha’s mate. You carried poison in your heart!” Clara’s eyes shook, but she raised her chin high. “I did it for us! For the pack! Elara is nothing, she is weak!