My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 Blood as Weapon

Elena’s POV

"Impressive. Spoken like a true warrior. Tell me something though - if I eliminate your master, do the rest of you creatures simply cease to exist?" I questioned the bound figure before me. Its eyes met mine briefly before darting away, unable to hold my gaze.

"I believe that reaction just provided our answer," Damien observed from behind me.

"Indeed it did," I agreed, studying the creature’s obvious discomfort.

"How exactly do we locate this master of yours?" Damien pressed, stepping closer to our captive. But the thing had retreated into stubborn silence, refusing to acknowledge our questions. It had realized we had no intention of keeping it breathing much longer.

The creature had foolishly believed I might be its ticket to freedom rather than the architect of its destruction.

"Doesn’t matter in the end. Its master will seek me out eventually," I declared, rising to my feet with purpose.

"You will never defeat master. He possesses too much power. You possess nothing," the creature hissed, the words flowing like a rehearsed prayer. These phrases had likely been hammered into its consciousness since birth.

"We shall discover the truth of that soon enough," I replied coolly, turning my back on the pathetic thing and heading for the stairs.

Damien matched my pace, securing the door behind us with a decisive click.

We made our way to the kitchen where I prepared two steaming cups of coffee while Damien positioned himself against the counter, his intense stare boring into me.

"Don’t even begin," I warned him sharply.

"What you accomplished down there was monumentally reckless. Do you comprehend how catastrophically wrong that situation could have turned?" His voice carried a dangerous edge.

"Except it didn’t go wrong. I maintained complete control throughout. Show me some damn respect for my capabilities," I shot back, my frustration mounting.

"I cannot do that when you execute these solo missions without consultation," he countered firmly.

"I obtained the information we desperately needed," I stated matter-of-factly.

"And what precisely did this interrogation reveal?" he demanded.

I exhaled heavily, my patience wearing thin with his accusatory tone.

"My blood functions as a weakness amplifier against them. Once weakened, we can inflict lasting damage without their supernatural healing abilities activating," I explained.

"So you allowed that abomination to feed from your veins?" His voice escalated to a shout.

"We both understand that’s factually incorrect," he persisted.

"Damien is the only father Caleb has ever known. If you attempt to separate them, I will end your life without hesitation," I threatened, my eyes blazing with protective fury.

"I never suggested removing the child from your care. I simply meant he’s an extraordinary boy, and I’m aware Viviana isn’t carrying a legitimate pack heir. She’s not even pregnant with Alpha bloodline offspring. The pack will never acknowledge that infant," he explained.

"Caleb will never assume leadership of this pack," I declared with finality.

"Elena, I genuinely intended to come for you. Once I had eliminated her uncle from the equation, I planned to claim you as my rightful mate," he said, facing me directly.

"Well, your timing proved catastrophically poor, didn’t it?" I asked coldly.

"And there exists no possibility of altering the current situation?" he pressed hopefully.

I glanced toward the adjacent room where Skye had gathered the children for breakfast while Damien joined them, engaging playfully and conversing naturally with them. Acting as their true father.

"No. There exists absolutely zero possibility of changing anything," I stated definitively, walking away from him and toward my real family.