My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 Setting The Snare

Elena’s POV

The moment we finished cleaning up the carnage in the backyard and Marcus’s father finally lay dead, I wasted no time gathering every single warrior in the meeting hall. I gathered all the warriors together and we started going over the plan.

The strategy was bold, dangerous, and probably insane. But it was our only shot at ending this nightmare once and for all.

I watched Damien’s face throughout my presentation, noting how his jaw tightened with every detail I revealed. His dark eyes held a storm of emotions that he was fighting to contain, but I could read him like an open book. Fear. Anger. Desperation. He wanted to protest, to find another way, but he knew as well as I did that we were running out of options.

The pack doctors I’d requested to attend shifted uncomfortably in their seats as I explained what I needed from them. Their faces were grave as they considered the medical implications of my plan.

"It’s risky," one of the doctors admitted, running a hand through his graying hair. "But theoretically possible. We’d need some time to prepare everything properly, make sure we have all the right equipment."

"And the recovery time?" I pressed.

"That’s the unknown variable," another doctor added, her voice clinical but concerned. "Your healing abilities should compensate, but we’ve never attempted anything like this before."

I nodded, accepting the uncertainty. Risk was something I’d learned to live with long ago.

Throughout the entire discussion, Damien remained silent, his hands clenched so tightly in his lap that his knuckles had gone white. I knew he was thinking about our children, about the possibility of them losing their mother. The guilt of putting him through this ate at me, but there was no other choice.

I was the target. I was the one the vampire master craved, the one whose power he believed he could harness. What he didn’t know was that my saliva contained something lethal to his kind, a natural defense mechanism that could end his existence with a single bite. If he knew the truth about what I was capable of, he’d be running in the opposite direction instead of hunting me down like prey.

But his ignorance was our advantage, and I intended to use it.

The meeting concluded with grim determination settling over the room. Everyone understood their roles, even if they didn’t like them. As the warriors filed out, I caught Damien’s arm before he could follow them.

"I know what you’re thinking," I said softly.

"Do you?" His voice was rough with barely contained emotion. "Because I’m thinking about how our kids are going to feel when they find out their mother decided to play bait with a psychopathic vampire."

The accusation stung because it held truth. But sometimes being a mother meant making the hardest choices to protect your family.

I squeezed his arm. "This is the only way to stop the killing. He’s murdering innocent humans just to draw me out, framing Marcus’s pack to get the government involved. We’re being hunted from two directions now, and people are dying because of me."

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