My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Chapter 255 Voices in the Silence

Elena’s POV

I focused on listening.

The second wolf was younger than the first. A message carrier who once ran communications between different packs. He perched on the chair’s edge as though prepared to flee at the slightest provocation, his legs trembling once before he forced them still.

"They never actually struck me," he said in a rush. "I need you to know that."

"There are no official records here," I told him softly.

His face flushed red with embarrassment as he nodded. "Right. Of course. Old habits."

I remained quiet while he gathered himself, watching his shoulders gradually relax and his breathing slowly steady over several long moments.

"They just ensured I knew exactly what would occur if I moved too slowly," he explained. "Or questioned anything. Or stepped out of line."

"What would occur," I prompted.

His shrug appeared too nonchalant, as if the answer should be self-evident. "People vanish for periods of time. Sometimes permanently. After witnessing that, you adapt quickly."

He departed with his hands buried in his jacket pockets, shoulders curved inward like he expected a blow that never arrived.

They continued coming, one after another.

A guardian who had cared for children not her own, learning which ones could safely receive comfort and which were monitored too carefully. Her words came in whispers, as though she still feared being overheard in this safe space.

A kitchen worker who had mastered stretching portions so that deliberate starvation appeared like natural shortage rather than calculated cruelty. She recited ingredient lists like sacred confessions, as if speaking them aloud might finally drain them of their terrible significance.

A cleaner who had mopped blood from floors while training herself never to inquire about its source. Her hands moved in scrubbing motions even while seated, the repetitive gesture seemingly the only thing anchoring her to the present moment.

No formal proceedings. No official witnesses.

Simply voices that had never been permitted importance, finally granted space to exist without interference.

One female wolf remained after the others departed. She hesitated at the threshold before returning to her seat, her fingers knotting together until her knuckles turned white.

"I should have found courage earlier," she murmured. "I recognized the wrongness."

I held her gaze. "Regret is not the standard we measure by."

Her brow furrowed. "Then what standard do we use?"

"Endurance," I answered. "You did whatever preserved your life within a framework built to destroy those who spoke truth."

Her frame trembled once, then again.

"I despise feeling this relief," she breathed. "I despise that some part of me feels unburdened."

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