My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Chapter 219 Truth Ignites War

Marcus’s POV

Asher’s words came out barely above a whisper. "Including my mother."

Ruth’s eyes fluttered shut, her lashes quivering like autumn leaves. When she looked at us again, the anguish remained, but something steel-hard had formed beneath it.

"She refused to break," Ruth said, her voice steady as stone. "He demanded to know my whereabouts. The identities of anyone sheltering me. She gave him nothing."

Asher’s hands clenched on the metal table, his knuckles white as bone, veins bulging along his forearms.

"He made her suffer," Ruth continued, each word deliberate and void of emotion. "Hour after hour. Day after day. He kept her breathing just long enough to dangle mercy before her, all for the price of my location."

Ice formed in my chest, spreading outward like winter claiming the earth. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"She held her silence," Ruth said. "Until the very end."

Asher shot to his feet, his chair grinding against the floor as he spun away from us. His whole frame trembled as he pressed his palms against the concrete wall, gasping like a drowning man fighting for air.

I remained motionless.

Ruth observed him with a complex mix of sorrow and unwavering pride. "She preserved my life," she said gently. "And yours too, though you may not realize it."

When Asher finally returned to his seat, his eyes were bloodshot, his features carved into something harder than mere grief. Something final.

"You attempted to warn the council," he stated. Not a question.

"Repeatedly," Ruth confirmed. "I started with whispers, hoping discretion would protect us. When that failed, I raised my voice. I followed every protocol they claimed would keep us safe."

Her gaze locked onto mine, unwavering and direct. "They buried my voice the same way they attempted to bury Elena’s years before. Dismissed as paranoid. Delayed indefinitely. Discredited completely. Branded as emotionally unstable."

The connection struck me like lightning.

Elena’s forced isolation flashed through my mind. Her desperate warnings falling on deaf ears. The systematic way her concerns had been reframed as mental fragility instead of legitimate threats.

"It’s their playbook," I said quietly.

Ruth gave a sharp nod. "Because it never fails. Because authority shields itself first."

She reached inside her jacket and withdrew a piece of paper, creased from countless foldings, the edges worn soft from repeated handling.

She pushed it across the table toward me.

"These are the pack soldiers who remain devoted to him," she said. "Not merely following orders. Genuinely devoted. They’ve executed his commands for years without question."

I hesitated before reaching for it. "How can you be certain?"

"Because they were the first hunters he sent after me," Ruth replied. "And because several of them confessed when they believed I was already dying."