My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Deadly Secrets Revealed

Elena’s POV

My mother had slept for a few hours, and when she finally stirred awake, I decided it was time for her to meet Damien. I brought him into her room, my heart hammering against my ribs as I prepared for this long-overdue introduction. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Mom’s eyes were cloudy with confusion at first, studying Damien’s face like she was trying to place him in her memory. I took a deep breath and explained that he was my mate, that I’d been living with him for the past five years.

The change in her expression was immediate. Her face brightened, not dramatically, but enough that I could see a spark of genuine happiness there. It was the first real emotion I’d seen from her since arriving.

"I hope she hasn’t been too much trouble for you," Mom said, her voice still weak but carrying a hint of her old teasing tone.

Damien’s smile was warm and genuine. "She told me about all her childhood adventures. But honestly, she’s been incredible for my pack. They love her completely and respect her as their Luna."

"From an omega in a trailer hidden in the woods to being a Luna," Mom mused. "That’s quite a journey."

"It really is," I agreed, squeezing her frail hand.

Mom turned her attention back to Damien, her gaze becoming more serious. "Does he treat you well?"

"He treats me perfectly," I assured her.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter," Mom said, her voice growing stronger with emotion. "Promise me you’ll keep doing that. I need to know she’ll be safe when I’m gone."

"You have my word. You don’t need to worry about anything," Damien replied solemnly.

I remained in the room with Mom for several more hours, but eventually I felt suffocated by the weight of everything. I needed air, needed space to process what was happening. I stepped out the back of the packhouse, hoping the fresh air would clear my head.

The reality was crushing me. She was dying, and I wasn’t prepared for this at all. Nobody ever really is, but the guilt was eating me alive. Five years I’d stayed away. Five years of missing time that I could never get back.

I’d done it to protect my son, to keep Marcus from discovering he was the father. I still wanted to maintain that secret, but with everything happening, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could manage it. The kids were with their nanny at the hotel, and I had no idea what would unfold here.

As I walked around the exterior of the packhouse, I found myself searching for hidden entrances, wondering if Marcus’s father might be hiding in the basement or somewhere else on the property. Mom was certain she’d seen him, and if that monster had actually killed my father, I would gladly return the favor.

A sudden rush of wind whipped past me, and I straightened, instantly alert.

"What the hell are you doing here, Julian?" I demanded.

"I was curious how long it would take you to return," he said, stepping into view.

"My mother is dying," I said flatly.

"I’m sorry about that," he replied, though his tone suggested other priorities.

"That doesn’t explain your presence here."

"Marcus must have filled you in by now. Multiple wolf packs are aware of the military threat," Julian explained.

"Why is this your concern?" I asked.

"Because you’re the prophet. How many times must I explain this?"

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