Elena’s POV
When I reached the second floor, I found Skye in the dining room attempting to coax the children into eating. The events of the day had clearly shaken them, and their usual appetite seemed to have vanished. I settled beside them, pulling Caleb onto my lap as I reached for his untouched plate.
"I’m sorry you both had to witness some difficult things today," I said softly, cutting his food into smaller pieces.
Caleb’s innocent eyes met mine. "Why did Marcus get so angry with that man?"
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "I honestly don’t know, sweetheart. Sometimes I think Marcus just carries anger around with him everywhere."
"Maybe he should find a girlfriend," Caleb declared matter-of-factly.
I barely contained my laughter, though I couldn’t argue with his logic.
Skye glanced up from her own barely touched meal. "What are your plans for the remainder of the day?"
"Nothing concrete yet. I have some ideas, but I’d prefer to discuss them once the children are settled for the night," I replied.
"Understandable," she nodded.
Damien appeared in the doorway and claimed the empty chair beside me, sliding a steaming cup of coffee across the table before cradling his own.
"How have they been behaving?" he asked Skye, gesturing toward the kids.
"Perfectly well-mannered," she assured him.
Damien’s attention shifted to me, his expression growing serious. "Elena, we need to address what happened upstairs."
"The coroner is already en route," I said quickly.
"How are you processing this?" His voice carried genuine concern.
I felt my jaw tighten. "She sacrificed her life to protect our children. How exactly should I be processing it? I’m going to make them pay for every single thing they’ve inflicted on this family."
"Fair enough. But we need to identify exactly what we’re dealing with first," Damien pointed out.
"If I had any real influence in this place, I might be able to hire someone for research. As it stands, I’ll likely have to handle it myself," I said.
"After the revelation you just shared with everyone, you might find people more willing to assist you. They might actually help now," he suggested.
"You’re seriously underestimating the depth of their hatred for me," I replied dryly.
The military could descend on us without warning and obliterate everything. I had to devise a plan to prevent that catastrophe. They were convinced Marcus’s pack was responsible for the civilian murders, but that wasn’t true. Despite my personal feelings toward them, I couldn’t allow innocent people to die. Especially knowing the military wouldn’t stop with this pack they’d eventually target ours as well.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus)