My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210 Obsidian Encounter

Briar’s POV

I absorbed everything Asher had just told me, weighing each word carefully. If anyone discovered he was investigating the Alpha, he would be the one facing serious consequences. However, if we could gather solid evidence of the Alpha’s crimes, that might give us grounds to remove him from power.

"Are you completely certain the Alpha murdered your parents?" I pressed.

"I wasn’t completely certain until today. Not until I returned here and saw everything with fresh eyes. The Alpha seizing the medical examiner’s reports immediately. The Luna being mysteriously absent. All those additional guards stationed around the packhouse." Asher’s voice carried a bitter edge.

"But you told me they were always heavily guarded."

"I lied to you. I didn’t want to alarm you unnecessarily. Those guards weren’t there until word reached him that I was returning to town."

"How can you be sure of that?" I demanded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, pressing it into my hands.

The hastily scrawled message made my blood run cold.

He knows that you know something. Be careful. He’s going to have everyone watching you. He already knew that you’d been to the ME. Watch your back. And don’t depend on your brother or sister to help either.

"Who wrote this?" My voice barely rose above a whisper.

"Beta Dean slipped it to me as we were leaving the packhouse."

"Isn’t this evidence enough?"

"Not really. They’ll claim Dean is as mentally unstable as they say I am, that we’re conspiring together to fabricate lies."

"How convenient for them."

"Exactly why I need irrefutable proof. Mountains of it."

"What happens once you have this evidence?"

"I haven’t decided yet. But Greta and Rowan definitely know more than they’re admitting."

My phone’s shrill ring cut through the tension, and I glanced at the screen to see mom calling.

"That was quick," I answered.

"The search was easier than expected. Does she want to stay hidden?" Mom’s voice sounded strained.

"We assume so, but we’re not entirely sure yet."

A long pause stretched across the line. I could hear dad’s muffled voice in the background, though his words were indistinct.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"Finding her took no time at all because she’s not actually hiding. Everything about her is posted on the dark web, which is highly unusual. There are even surveillance photographs."

I caught Asher’s attention and switched the phone to speaker, asking mom to repeat her findings. Asher’s expression grew increasingly troubled as she spoke.

"Nobody posts photographs on the dark web where humans might stumble across them," Asher said grimly.

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