My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Predator Arrives

Elena’s POV

The pain started as what I thought was just another terrible cramp. Then it escalated into something so unbearable that I collapsed onto the trailer floor, my body convulsing in pure agony.

I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to muffle the screams threatening to tear from my throat. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to witness this humiliation. But my efforts proved useless.

Jett burst through the trailer door and dropped to his knees beside me, his face etched with panic.

"What the fuck is happening to you?" His voice was sharp with concern. "I need to get the Alpha right now."

"No," I gasped, the word coming out as more of a growl than actual speech.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Why the hell not?"

"Because he’s the one causing this," I managed to choke out between waves of excruciating pain.

Sweat was now streaming down my face as I curled into myself, wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach. My knees drew up toward my chest as I fought against the urge to scream bloody murder. The effort was becoming impossible to maintain.

"What do you mean he’s causing it?" Jett demanded, his voice rising with anger.

"He’s with Viviana right now," I ground out through gritted teeth, my body writhing uncontrollably. "This isn’t the first time he’s done this to me."

Jett shot to his feet and disappeared briefly before returning with a cold, damp cloth. He pressed it against the back of my neck with surprising gentleness.

Settling onto the floor beside me, he actually pulled me into his arms at one point, his hands stroking my hair as he tried to offer whatever comfort he could. Nothing helped ease the torment coursing through my body.

The torture seemed to stretch on endlessly. Jett never once left my side, staying with me through every agonizing moment.

The instant Marcus and Viviana finished their sordid encounter, the pain began to ebb. My breathing gradually returned to normal, and I could see the relief flooding Jett’s features.

"How do you survive that kind of pain?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

"I honestly don’t know," I whispered, my throat raw from suppressed screams.

"Does he have any idea what he’s doing to you?" The fury in his voice was unmistakable.

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