My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 Walking Into Hell

Elena’s POV

The moment they dragged me into the labyrinthine cave system, I knew I was walking straight into hell. Flickering torches cast dancing shadows across the rough stone walls, leading me deeper into what felt like an ancient tomb. At the far end of the cavern, a creature twice the size of his subordinates lounged on a makeshift throne carved from black stone. But it wasn’t the monster that made my blood run cold.

It was the woman.

She knelt at his feet in nothing but torn underwear, a heavy chain wrapped around her slender neck like a dog collar. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered desperate pleas that echoed off the cave walls. Her terror was so raw, so pure, that it hit me like a physical blow.

I scanned the shadows for other captives, but she appeared to be alone. Whether this beast kept a stockpile of victims or hunted fresh prey on demand didn’t matter. What mattered was getting this girl out of here alive. She couldn’t be much older than me, which made my stomach churn with a sickening realization.

Young women were exactly his type.

“Elena.” The creature’s voice dripped with mock courtesy as his lips curved into a predatory smile. “I was beginning to think I would never have the pleasure of meeting you.”

“Let the girl go.” My voice cut through the cave like steel. “Then we can have our little chat. Just you and me.”

His laugh was a harsh rasp that made the woman flinch. “But she is my dinner

reservation.”

“Your reservation just got canceled.” I stepped forward, my boots crunching on loose gravel. “The meal you had last night was your final course. Release her.”

“How dare you march into my domain and issue commands.” His eyes flashed with fury, but I caught the hint of uncertainty beneath the bravado.

“You’re right. I can’t force you to do anything.” I shrugged with deliberate casualness. “But I can always turn around and leave. Of course, I might get bored on my way out

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and slaughter every single one of your pets just for entertainment.”

The master leaned back against his stone throne, his grotesquely long fingernails drumming against the armrest as he studied me. That sinister smirk never left his face, and his minions began to snicker like hyenas sensing weakness.

I glanced over my shoulder at the pathetic creatures, then back at their leader.

“Cute intimidation tactic.” I flexed my fingers, letting my claws extend with a metallic whisper. “But I brought my own.”

The woman’s eyes widened in fresh terror until I caught her gaze and winked. Trust me, I mouthed silently.

“Impressive weaponry,” the creature acknowledged with grudging respect.

“Thanks. Now I have a couple questions for you.” I took another step closer, deliberately casual. “Do you die the same way your little minions do? And more importantly, do they all drop dead when you do?”

“Why would I provide you with that information?” His tone was mocking, but I detected genuine curiosity.

I shrugged again. “I was hoping you’d be a good sport about the whole thing. Guess I was wrong about you having any honor.”

“I suppose you were.”

I moved forward again, and the terrified woman pressed herself against the cave wall, as far from both of us as her chain would allow.

“You’re frightening my dinner,” he observed with dark amusement.

“Then let her go.”

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