My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Chapter 329 Walking Out

Elena’s POV

The decision had barely formed in my mind when reality shifted around us. Systems don’t wait once they think they have clearance, and the change happened so quietly that anyone not paying attention would miss it completely.

Asher’s tablet buzzed first.

He looked down, and I watched his expression harden, that subtle shift that told me we’d moved past theoretical discussions and bureaucratic language into something real.

"They’re moving now," he said, his voice controlled. "They’re already here."

I didn’t need to ask who. The answer came in the form of synchronized footsteps echoing down the hallway, deliberate and heavy, the sound of people who already knew how this would end and were simply here to make it happen.

Ruth’s head snapped up from her tablet. "That was quick." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"They were already positioned," I said, feeling my wolf stir beneath my skin, not agitated but watchful, sensing the difference between a reaction and something that had been planned all along.

The door opened without anyone knocking.

Three officers entered, their faces blank, postures careful, hands visible but positioned to move quickly. The one in front looked directly at me first, not Asher, which told me everything I needed to know about how they’d been briefed.

"Asher," he said, then caught himself. "Sir. You need to come with us."

"On what grounds," Asher asked, his tone steady.

"Protective reassignment. Immediate implementation."

I stepped forward before Asher could respond, the movement automatic and measured. "Who authorized this."

"Council directive," the officer said, glancing briefly at something on his wrist before meeting my eyes again. "This isn’t up for discussion."

Asher let out a slow breath beside me. "Is she being held."

"No," the officer replied quickly. "This has nothing to do with her."

The lie was smooth enough to be offensive.

"Where are you taking him," I demanded.

The officer paused just long enough to make his uncertainty obvious. "Secure location."

"Be specific," I said.

He wouldn’t. "Temporary arrangement."

My wolf raised her head fully now, not growling or pushing forward, just observing, and I deliberately pressed both palms flat against the desk’s edge, feeling its solid weight ground me.