My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Standing My Ground

Elena’s POV

The scent of home-cooked food filled our small apartment when Mom returned from her shift that evening. I had spent the afternoon preparing a proper meal with the mysterious groceries that had appeared while I was at work.

Her tired eyes widened as she stepped through the door. "Where did all this come from?"

I shrugged, stirring the pot on our ancient stove. "Someone left groceries on our doorstep. I have no clue who."

Mom set down her purse and studied the spread I had managed to create. "You seriously don’t know who would do something like this? What if it’s contaminated?"

"I’ve been taste-testing all afternoon and I’m still standing," I replied, ladling food onto plates. "Besides, whoever left this knew exactly what we needed."

"Strange." She washed her hands at the sink, her shoulders finally relaxing for the first time in days. "But I’m not complaining. I forgot how talented you are in the kitchen."

"Thanks," I said, setting our modest table.

We ate in comfortable silence, both of us too hungry and grateful to question our good fortune further. After Mom disappeared into the bathroom for her shower, I tackled the dishes without being asked. She spent all day cleaning up after others at the diner. The last thing she needed was more work when she came home.

The ancient hot water heater chose that moment to remind us of its age, leaving me with a frigid shower that had me shivering within seconds. I wrapped myself in every warm layer I could find and settled onto our sagging couch for the night, pulling the thin blanket up to my chin.

The next morning arrived gray and cold. I walked to the warehouse through streets that seemed more hostile than usual, my breath forming small clouds in the bitter air. The first delivery truck was already backing up to the loading dock when I clocked in.

Victor emerged from his office to sign off on the shipment, his presence commanding immediate attention from the crew. Instead of disappearing back into his paperwork like usual, he leaned against the brick wall and watched us work. His eyes seemed to track my movements more than anyone else’s.

"Looks like you’ve caught someone’s attention," the woman muttered beside me as we sorted through boxes. "He’s never hung around to babysit new hires before."

"He’s wasting his time," I said, not looking up from my work.

"Maybe, maybe not." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Everyone knows your situation. Can you really afford to be picky? No one else is lining up to claim an omega like you. Might as well make the best of what’s available."

I straightened slowly, my hands clenching into fists. "When I want your advice on my love life, I’ll ask for it. Until then, mind your own damn business."

The warehouse went quiet around us. Her eyes narrowed, but I held my ground. I might be an omega, but I had survived worse than workplace gossip. The rogue attack that nearly killed me proved I could handle myself when push came to shove.

"Problem here?" Victor’s voice cut through the tension as he approached our workstation.

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