My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Authority Expired

Marcus’s POV

The extraction commander maintains his position several paces ahead, his frequent backward glances revealing more anxiety than he intended to show. This operation clearly deviated from his original expectations.

Midway through the corridor, Ruth leans close enough for her whisper to reach only my ears. "Their legal window is tighter than they indicated." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I keep my gaze forward. "How tight."

"We’re talking minutes," she breathes. "They accelerated the timeline."

Perfect.

We arrive at the transport hub where the extraction commander gestures toward the elevator, but I come to a complete stop.

"Negative," I state.

He pivots quickly. "This provides the most direct access."

"It also provides complete isolation," I counter. "We take the stairs."

"That extends our timeframe."

"Correct," I say. "It also guarantees observers."

His expression hardens, though after several seconds he signals agreement, directing his team to modify their route as we head toward the stairwell entrance.

During our descent, sounds of activity echo from multiple floors, doors clicking open above and below us, voices carrying as people take notice of our passage. I sense the mounting awareness, understanding that public visibility creates complications they never anticipated.

At the midlevel landing, the extraction commander’s communication device emits a soft tone.

He responds briefly, his frown deepening, then resumes walking without explanation. Something fundamental has changed in their situation.

"Final destination," I state quietly, maintaining my pace.

"Containment assessment," he answers after hesitation.

"That describes a process, not a place," I reply.

He stops moving.

His entire unit freezes in response, boot leather scraping against concrete flooring as tension fills the narrow space. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my human facade.

"Specify the location," I command with deliberate calm.

The extraction commander’s gaze shifts between me and Asher before returning. "Secondary detention facility," he concedes. "Temporary arrangement."

"That installation was closed permanently," I respond. "Provide accurate information."

His jaw clenches visibly. "Emergency protocols have reactivated it."

"Those protocols expired nearly an hour ago," Ruth interjects softly from behind.

The extraction commander’s posture stiffens as uncertainty finally penetrates his professional demeanor.

Asher releases a long breath. "You never secured departure clearance."

The commander raises his wrist device again, consulting his communications, and this response requires significantly more time than previous exchanges.

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