My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Marcus Calls

Elena’s POV

The warm coffee mug felt comforting in my hands as I stepped back onto the veranda, but I froze when I saw Damien pacing near the railing, his phone pressed to his ear. His jaw was tight, and worry lines creased his forehead in a way that made my stomach drop.

"Who’s calling?" I whispered, approaching cautiously.

Damien’s head snapped toward me, and he held up his hand sharply, his dark eyes flashing with urgency. He mouthed ’quiet’ and turned his attention back to the conversation, his entire body tense.

"My girlfriend? Look Marcus, I honestly have no clue where Elena might be, but I can reach out to some neighboring Alphas. Maybe someone’s heard something or seen her around." Damien’s voice was steady, but I caught the slight tremor underneath.

The blood in my veins turned to ice. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to grip the veranda railing to keep myself upright. Marcus was calling Damien. Marcus was looking for me.

Damien kept the conversation brief, his responses clipped and natural, before finally ending the call. I released the breath I had been holding, my lungs burning from the effort.

"Did he buy it?" My voice came out smaller than I intended.

"I think so, but Elena, you need to be extremely careful from this point forward. No mistakes." His expression was grave, and something in his tone made my skin crawl with unease.

"I’m so sorry, Damien. I never thought he would contact you directly." The guilt was eating at me from the inside out.

"He’s systematically calling every Alpha in the region. Marcus’s convinced you’ve been kidnapped, and he believes another Alpha is behind it as some kind of retaliation against him." Damien ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"Honestly, that scenario wouldn’t shock me in the least." The bitter laugh that escaped me held no humor whatsoever.

"Yeah, well, welcome to Marcus’s world of making enemies." Damien’s sarcasm was sharp.

Movement below caught my attention, and I glanced down at the training grounds where several of Damien’s warriors had stopped their exercises to stare up at us, their expressions curious and speculative.

"I think your pack members are getting quite the show." I nodded toward the group below.

"Get your asses back to training and stop being nosy bastards!" Damien’s voice boomed across the courtyard, making several of them jump before they scrambled back to their workout routines.

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