My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 37

37 Chapter 37 Into the Darkness.

Elena’s POVO

The trailer door slammed behind me with a force that rattled the thin walls. My hands. were shaking as I paced the narrow living room, my feet wearing a path in the already threadbare carpet. Every emotion crashed through me like waves against rocks anger, betrayal, hurt, frustration. They all twisted together until I couldn’t tell where one feeling ended and another began.

My mind was a storm of half–formed thoughts, but when the distant sound of music and laughter drifted from the packhouse, one thing became crystal clear. I couldn’t stay here and watch this celebration. I couldn’t pretend everything was normal when my world had just shattered.

I stormed into the bedroom and yanked open the closet door so hard it bounced off the wall. My hands grabbed at clothes, shoving them into the old duffle bag I’d pulled from under the bed. T–shirts, jeans, the few nice dresses owned – everything went in without care for wrinkles or organization. This wasn’t about being neat. This was about

survival.

In the bathroom, I swept toiletries off the counter and into the bag. My toothbrush, shampoo, the cheap makeup I rarely used – all of it disappeared into the growing pile. My reflection caught my eye in the cracked mirror, and I barely recognized the wild–eyed girl staring back at me.

When I walked back into the living room, Jett was standing there like he’d materialized out of thin air. My body tensed, ready for a fight.

“Don’t you dare try and talk me out of this,” I snapped, clutching the duffle bag like a

lifeline.

His expression was serious, more serious than I’d ever seen him. “I know that Alpha Marcus spent the night here last night.” The words hung heavy in the air between us. “I’ll report it stolen to the Alpha in a few hours.”

He held out his car keys, the metal glinting in the dim light.

I stared at him, confused. “You’re helping me?”

“Yeah.

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The simple word hit me harder than any long speech could have. After everything that had happened, after all the pack politics and loyalty demands, Jett was choosing me.

“What about my mother?” The question escaped before I could stop it.

“It

out on

would be best if she doesn’t know where you are. So the Alpha can’t take it out

her.”

My heart clenched. “I want her to come with me.”

Jett shook his head slowly. “She’s never going to leave. Not while your father is buried

here.”

The truth of his words cut deep because I knew he was right. Every evening after work, mom made the same pilgrimage. She thought I didn’t notice, but I did. The fresh flowers that appeared at dad’s grave like clockwork, the way she came home with dirt under her fingernails and tears in her eyes. She was tethered to this place by grief and love, chains I couldn’t break.

I remembered the phone Damien had given me, still tucked away in my pocket. Moving quickly, I went to mom’s room and slipped it under her pillow where only she would find it. It wasn’t much, but it was a lifeline – a way for us to stay connected when everything else fell apart.

My hands shook as I scribbled a note on the back of an old receipt. The words came out rushed and desperate: “Don’t worry about me. I’m getting out of here and I’m going to make something of myself.” I knew those words would resonate with her, would give her the strength to let me go even if it broke her heart.

By the time I finished writing, Jett had already left. I looked out the window and saw his car parked directly in front of the trailer, keys dangling from my fingers like a promise of freedom.

I threw my bag into the back seat and slid behind the wheel. The engine turned over on the first try, and I took that as a good sign. As I pulled away from the only home I’d ever known, I didn’t look back. I couldn’t afford to.

The main street stretched before me, leading to the highway and whatever lay beyond. Usually, a warrior stood guard at this exit, checking who came and went. But tonight, the post was empty. Maybe it was fate, or maybe everyone was too distracted by the party to care about one girl leaving. Either way, I wasn’t about to question my luck.

I pressed down on the accelerator and felt the pack territory disappear behind me.

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Mile after mile of highway unrolled like a ribbon, each one taking me further from Marcus, from the pack, from everything that had defined my life up until now.

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