My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 107

107 Chapter 107 Calling for Answers

Elena’s POV

Damien’s expression darkened as he processed the gravity of the messages flooding my dark web contacts. The weight of our discovery pressed against my chest like a physical force. We needed answers about tracing the lineage back to the original vampire, but neither of us had any concrete leads on this ancient being. Was this progenitor still walking among us, or had centuries already claimed its existence?

Only one option came to mind. I snatched my phone and stepped into the adjacent room for privacy.

“Yeah?” Julian’s familiar voice cut through the static.

“I need you here tonight,” I said without preamble.

“What’s the situation?” His tone sharpened immediately.

“These things hunting us, terrorizing the human settlements, they’ve been tracking me since infancy. I just discovered they’re all descended from the very first vampire.” The words felt surreal leaving my lips.

Silence stretched between us before he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Jesus.”

“Do you have intel on this?” I pressed.

“Nobody crosses the first vampire and lives to tell about it.” The fear in his voice sent ice through my veins.

“So it’s still breathing?”

“I’m coming to the pack territory tonight,” he said, dodging my question entirely.

“Please do.”

“Marcus and his wolves going to have a problem with that?”

“I couldn’t care less what they think. I’ll notify the patrol units you’re incoming. After they witnessed me flatten their precious Alpha, I doubt anyone’s going to challenge my decisions.” A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips.

“You did what?” He choked on whatever he’d been drinking.

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“He had it coming.”

“I don’t question that for a second. We’ll arrive after sunset.”

“See you then.”

Returning to the living room, I settled on the carpet beside Damien and noticed Skye’s absence immediately.

“Finally giving herself a break instead of constant babysitting duty?” I asked.

“I practically forced her out the door. She hasn’t had a moment to herself since we abandoned our old pack.” Damien’s concerned expression softened slightly.

“She’s sacrificed too much helping us.”

“Told her to breathe some fresh air, maybe connect with new people,” he said.

“Smart move.”

Briar launched herself at me as I stretched out on the floor, her tiny hands gripping my shirt as she used me as her personal jungle gym. I lifted her high above my head, earning delighted squeals while Caleb remained absorbed in his truck convoy. Damien observed us with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.

“What’s that look for?” I questioned.

“Just memorizing this moment. Being together like this. Something tells me we’re about to face hell, and soon.” His voice carried a weight that made my stomach clench.

“You can’t know that for certain. Julian arrives after dark. Not sure who he’s bringing, but I suspect he has crucial information.”

“Great. Another encounter with that bastard.” Damien’s jaw tightened.

“You can’t argue they’ve consistently tried to help us,” I reminded him.

“Sure, but will their help prevent the bloodbath that’s coming?”

“God, I hope so. We’ll know soon enough.”

Something else was eating at Damien, though he wouldn’t voice it. I suspected it involved Marcus. Yes, Damien knew about the mate bond Marcus and I once shared. He also knew I’d rejected it completely. We were second chance mates who’d built something real together. I couldn’t understand his anxiety about sharing space with Marcus, especially after witnessing what an absolute ass Marcus had become. Nothing

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could make me reconsider having anything to do with him or allowing him near Caleb.

The coroner’s arrival interrupted my thoughts. Damien handled the entire interaction while I kept the children occupied, shielding them from anything that might disturb their innocence.

Relief flooded through me when the officials finally departed. An omega thoroughly scrubbed the bedroom from ceiling to floor while I remained focused on my kids, playing games and telling stories. Anything to avoid confronting the reality of losing my mother. The guilt of my five–year absence gnawed at me relentlessly.

Despite her insistence that my departure had been necessary, that she understood why I’d fled Marcus’s toxicity, I still questioned his motives for moving her into the packhouse. Probably some manipulative scheme to lure me back, since he claimed he’d always known I wasn’t dead. Even that knowledge hadn’t been enough motivation.

Mom had maintained her secret phone, keeping our connection alive. Plus our pack informant provided regular updates about Marcus’s treatment of her. That intelligence network gave me the peace of mind I desperately needed.

But she’d lived for those clandestine conversations. The way her face illuminated when she met her grandchildren for the first time remained burned into my memory. She’d died protecting those precious babies. That sacrifice would define her legacy forever.

After dinner, we bathed the children and settled into our bedtime routine. I read stories while Damien fed Briar her bottle, both kids eventually succumbing to sleep. Damien transferred Briar to her portable cot before we slipped out with the monitor.

Skye had finally returned, her absence much longer than expected. Something strange flickered across her features when she entered, but she deflected our questions and disappeared upstairs without explanation.

Damien and I exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t push. She’d share when ready,

We grabbed beers from the refrigerator and positioned ourselves on the back patio furniture, waiting for Julian’s arrival. I’d already briefed the patrol teams about their incoming presence and my expectation of unimpeded access.

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