My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 100

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Elena’s POV

Marcus’s stare bore into me like he had uncovered some hidden truth. The intensity in his eyes suggested he believed he had caught me in a lic. But werewolf pregnancies only lasted a few months, which meant his suspicions held no weight.

“He’s young,” I stated firmly.

“We were together years ago,” Marcus countered.

“Yes, we were. After that, I went to Damien’s territory because we had been friends and he offered me sanctuary. That’s when I discovered he was my second chance mate, and we’ve been together ever since. I didn’t conceive until after we bonded.” The explanation rolled off my tongue smoothly, without a trace of doubt.

I had rehearsed this response countless times before Skye arrived with the children. The crucial detail was ensuring Marcus never learned Caleb’s actual birth date. Both Damien and Skye had agreed to maintain this deception. As long as we kept Caleb away from Marcus, the secret would remain safe. They had given me their word that Marcus would never be left alone with my son.

“You’re completely certain that Caleb isn’t my blood?” Marcus pressed.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. He belongs to me and Damien.” The statement wasn’t entirely false since Damien had legally adopted Caleb as an infant.

“Fine. I needed to hear it directly from you,” he conceded.

“You’re hardly in a position to interrogate me right now,” I shot back.

“I understand what others believe about me…”

“You’re a cold–blooded killer,” I interrupted harshly.

“And I know that people have sent you here to strip me of this pack’s leadership,” he

continued.

“Wrong. People have sent me here to end your life. Consider yourself fortunate that I’m not following their wishes.” I turned on my heel and walked away.

I went to the dining room and Damien was watching me, looking to make sure that I was alright. I gave him a subtle nod, and the kitchen staff began serving lunch to

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everyone.

Following our meal, we spent additional time with my mother before exhaustion overtook her again. Then we took the children on a tour around the pack grounds. The territory appeared abandoned, with very few pack members visible. Those who were present regarded me with strange expressions. Their intentions remained unclear to me.

Initially, I assumed their stares resulted from my return and my obviously improved appearance since leaving. However, I was beginning to suspect they had been expecting my arrival.

Given Tessa and Julian’s peculiar behavior, such rumors circulating throughout the pack wouldn’t surprise me.

Our walk eventually led us toward the forest. We were simply conversing and enjoying time with the children. I wasn’t paying particular attention to our destination until I lifted my head and found myself staring directly ahead.

My feet stopped moving, causing both Damien and Caleb to look at me as I gazed at the overgrown trailer nestled among the trees.

“That can’t be…” Damien began.

“That’s where my mother and I used to live,” I whispered.

“It appears completely abandoned,” Damien observed.

“I don’t think anyone has occupied it since Marcus forced my mother into the packhouse,” I replied.

I instructed the others to remain at a safe distance while I approached the trailer alone. The front door resisted my attempts to open it due to thick weeds and overgrown bushes blocking the entrance. I had to apply significant force, practically destroying the deteriorated door in the process.

Stepping inside the living space, my eyes immediately found the couch against the far wall. The same furniture remained in its original position, complete with my old blanket and pillow arranged exactly as I had left them years earlier.

Vegetation had begun growing inside the trailer, but I continued down the hallway toward my mother’s former bedroom. There sat the bed I would rather burn than see again.

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Opening the wardrobe revealed both my clothes and my mother’s garments still hanging inside, untouched by time.

This trailer had become a frozen monument to our past, delivering a reality check I desperately didn’t need.

I walked through the entire space before returning to where Damien and the children waited outside.

We returned to the packhouse, and Damien respected my silence about the trailer. He understood I wasn’t ready to discuss what I had witnessed, which suited me perfectly.

Back at the packhouse, we entertained the children briefly before visiting my mother again. We even brought our dinner to her room, eating together while the nurse supervised. The medical professional clearly disapproved but remained silent, which was wise since I would have gladly told her exactly where she could go.

I intended to maximize every moment with my mother while I still could. No nurse would prevent me from doing so.

After dinner, we bathed the children and prepared them for bed. Briar’s portable cot was positioned beside our bed, while Caleb’s rollaway bed occupied the nearby space.

Once both children were sleeping, Damien and I headed for the shower. Despite our intentions to be quick, we failed miserably in that regard.

Eventually emerging from the bathroom, we dressed and Damien settled into bed. I left the room and headed downstairs toward the kitchen for a drink when an unusual

sound echoed from the basement.

This wasn’t the dungeon area but rather a separate room beneath the house. I waited silently for a moment, hearing nothing more, and assumed my mind was playing tricks

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