My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Explosive Entrance

Elena’s POV

Victor pressed his full weight against me, using his size advantage to pin me down. When I managed to drive my knee upward between his legs, he barely flinched.

"That’s what I’m talking about. Fight me harder." His laugh sent ice through my veins.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the small space as he ripped my shirt open. He leaned back just enough to fumble with his belt buckle, and I seized the moment to struggle harder. But he caught both my wrists in one massive hand, forcing them above my head.

"Let me go right now." The words came out as a snarl, but I kept fighting beneath him.

"Keep struggling just like that." His breathing grew heavier.

The door exploded inward with a crash that shook the entire office. Victor’s weight disappeared as someone tackled him to the floor with brutal force.

I scrambled upright and saw Jett on top of him, his fists connecting with sickening thuds. Each punch landed with precision and rage. Jett showed no mercy, no hesitation. His knuckles split Victor’s lip, then his nose, then his cheekbone.

By the time Jett finally stopped, Victor lay motionless on the concrete floor. I had pressed myself against the far wall, watching the violence unfold.

"Are you hurt?" Jett turned toward me, his chest heaving.

"I’ll survive." My voice came out steadier than I felt.

"What did he do to you?"

"Some bruises. Nothing that won’t heal." I pulled the torn edges of my shirt together.

Several pack warriors arrived within minutes. They hauled Victor’s unconscious form away without ceremony. Marcus appeared just as they reached the doorway.

"Take him to the packhouse dungeon. Not the town lockup." Marcus’s voice carried absolute authority.

"Understood, Alpha." One warrior nodded before they disappeared.

Marcus approached where I sat on the loading dock. His eyes took in my damaged clothing and the bruises already forming on my arms. Jett stood nearby like a protective sentinel.

"How far did it go?" Marcus addressed Jett directly.

"Not far enough to cause permanent damage. She’ll recover."

"Why would he try something like this?" Marcus’s attention shifted to me.

"How would I know? He’s been watching me strangely for weeks." I shrugged, trying to appear unaffected.

"I can handle things from here, Jett." Marcus dismissed him with a nod.

Jett bowed his head respectfully before walking away, leaving us alone.

"Are you planning to interrogate me now? What was I supposed to do? He’s my supervisor. When he told me to come to his office, I went." My voice carried more bite than intended.

"The view is incredible from this height. Why did you bring me here instead of somewhere else?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"I figured you’d had enough of that place lately."

"True enough. But that doesn’t explain your real motivation for bringing me here."

"People have started talking. The more we’re spotted together in public, the more complicated things become." He stared out the window.

"So this is about protecting your reputation."

"What exactly do you expect from me?" His question came out sharper than before.

"Something different than this." I gestured vaguely between us while continuing to watch the forest.

He fell silent after that exchange. We waited without speaking until Dr. Grant knocked on the front door. I took a seat at the kitchen table while he worked behind me, carefully threading new stitches through the reopened wounds.

"Don’t remove these until I give you clearance. Is that clear?" Dr. Grant secured the final stitch.

"They were uncomfortable."

"I’ve made these slightly looser to reduce the irritation. I’ll examine them again in a few days to monitor the healing." He packed up his supplies.

After Dr. Grant left, I realized Marcus had been staring in our direction the entire time. It suddenly occurred to me that I’d been sitting there wearing only my bra while getting treated. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I quickly pulled my shirt and sweater back on before standing up from the table.