My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Alpha Falls Bloodied

Elena’s POV

By dawn, the entire pack had emerged to survey the devastation that stretched beyond the packhouse walls. The attack had been far more comprehensive than anyone realized. The enemy had struck the town itself, which explained the delayed response from our warriors and why reinforcements never arrived when we desperately needed them.

The sound of something disturbing outside drew me downstairs. When I opened the front door, my blood turned cold. Marcus had a shirtless warrior bound to a wooden post, methodically delivering lashes with a whip. Each crack of the leather against skin echoed through the morning air.

I sprinted toward them and seized Marcus’s arm, shoving him away from his victim with enough force to make him stumble.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" The words tore from my throat.

"He was supposed to be here last night. He failed to show when his Alpha needed protection." Marcus’s voice carried a dangerous growl as his eyes flashed with fury.

I looked at the warrior again, recognition hitting me like a physical blow. Of course I knew him.

"He wasn’t protecting you because he was protecting his own damn family. Are you completely out of your mind?" My voice rose with each word.

"I don’t give a shit if he was protecting his family, his children, or his dying grandmother. When the Alpha calls, warriors respond." Marcus’s shout carried across the gathering crowd.

"You’ve lost your fucking mind. This is exactly why this pack has fallen apart. You have absolutely no clue how to lead these people." The fury in my chest threatened to consume me.

"Everything went to hell the moment you disappeared." His accusation hung in the air like poison.

"Don’t you dare put this on me. I left because of your treatment. Because I couldn’t stand being your mate while you treated me like some disposable plaything, all while you played happy family with whatever pack slut caught your attention." My voice carried far enough that the growing crowd of onlookers caught every word.

The immediate wave of whispers and shocked murmurs that followed made me realize something significant.

"Unbelievable. They don’t know, do they? You never told them why you transformed into such a complete bastard after I left." A bitter laugh escaped me.

"Of course I didn’t tell them." His response was flat, emotionless.

"You never mentioned that I faked my death. That I rejected you. That I did everything in my power to disappear so completely that you’d never find me." Each revelation hit the crowd like individual bombs.

"Why would I share that information? They already despised you. They never showed you any respect." His words cut, but they didn’t surprise me.

"Right, because you and your psychotic father made sure of that. Speaking of him, where is the old bastard? I’d love to have a conversation with him." I scanned the crowd, knowing he had to be lurking somewhere nearby.

"He’s dead." Someone from the audience called out, but I couldn’t hold back my laughter.

"If you actually believe that bullshit, then you deserve to be terrorized by this incompetent asshole. He’s not dead. He’s very much alive and hiding somewhere on pack territory. Where was he last night when his precious son needed backup? Obviously didn’t care enough to help you." I let my gaze sweep over the crowd, watching doubt creep into their expressions.

"The only reason we were attacked was because of you. They came for you." Marcus’s finger jabbed toward my face as his voice reached a near scream.

"And because they wanted her, you now know how to eliminate them. Elena killed one last night. But you weren’t planning to share that crucial information with the pack, were you?" Damien’s voice cut through the tension as he descended the front steps.