My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 78

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Elena’s POV

Silas’s voice cut through the tension in the room like a blade. “You can’t forsake this prophecy.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I felt my jaw clench as fury rose in my chest. “And why the hell not? Has anyone bothered to ask what I want to do? Everyone just assumes they can tell me what my future holds. Well, I’ve got news for you – nobody tells me what to do. Not anymore. I escaped from that toxic nightmare of a pack and I’m not going back.”

The conviction in my voice surprised even myself. For too long, others had controlled my fate, dictated my choices. Those days were over.

Julian shifted uncomfortably in his chair before dropping another bombshell. “Marcus has moved your mother into the packhouse.”

The blood drained from my face. “What?” The word came out as barely more than a whisper.

“Yeah. I figured you didn’t know,” Julian continued, his expression grim.

My heart hammered against my ribcage. “When did this happen?”

a way to reach you if you ever contacted her.”

“Recently. He needed insurance – a way to reach

The room seemed to spin around me. My mother had been my one remaining connection to my old life, the one person who had shown me unconditional love. “My mother told me to stop calling her. She wanted me to live my life, to stop worrying about her. That’s all she ever wanted for me, especially after she discovered Marcus was my mate.”

Julian’s face remained serious. “From what I can gather, he’s not actively mistreating her. She’s not locked in the dungeon or anything like that. But he’s definitely using her

back.” you as leverage to draw

Damien’s voice was sharp with suspicion. “He could be lying just to manipulate you into returning.”

I placed a protective hand over my growing belly. The life growing inside me had become my anchor, my reason for fighting. “I’m not making any decisions until after

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78 Chapter 78 Hybrid Threat

78 Chapter 78 Hybrid Threat

Elena’s POV

I know, I whispered, the weight of those two simple words crushing down on me like a physical blow.

Why would they think you’re some kind of prophet, Damien pressed, his voice cutting through the silence between us like a blade.

I honestly don’t know, I admitted, hating how helpless I sounded. The uncertainty was eating me alive from the inside out.

Something must have convinced them. People don’t just decide someone’s a prophet

without reason.

That’s exactly why I need to meet with Julian’s entire family, I said, my voice gaining strength. I have to figure out what’s driving this belief, what they think they know about me that I don’t even know about myself.

And what about your pregnancy, he asked, his tone shifting to something more protective, more dangerous.

What about it, I shot back, my hand instinctively moving to my still–flat stomach. No one needs to know who fathered this child.

You’re not planning to tell them, Damien asked, disbelief coloring his words. You won’t use this information to get back in Marcus’s good graces, to reclaim your place in that pack.

The suggestion hit me like a physical slap. Damien, I said, my voice turning cold as winter steel, I will never use my baby as some kind of bargaining chip. Never. Marcus will never learn that this child carries his blood. If he knew, he’d take my baby from me without hesitation because this child would be the rightful heir to his pack leadership.

The thought of losing my baby to Marcus made my chest tighten with panic. I couldn’t breathe properly just thinking about it.

Alright, Damien said, backing down slightly. So how exactly do you plan to reclaim that pack if it truly belongs to your bloodline? If your family really has the rightful claim?

I don’t know if I even want it, I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. The admission felt like ripping open an old wound.

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I looked at him gratefully. It was a brilliant question that none of us had thought to ask.

“The military,” Julian answered simply.

My blood ran cold. “Humans?”

“Yes.”

The revelation hit me like a physical blow. “Are you out of your mind? We’re supposed to protect humans from vampires. Now you’re telling me we’ll be killing them instead?” Damien had heard enough. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “This is complete garbage. They’re using you to further their own agenda. Let’s get out of here.”

Dante’s voice took on a desperate edge. “I swear to you, we’re not lying. Once humans discover your existence, they’ll attempt to wipe out your entire species.”

Julian’s eyes pleaded with me as I rose from my seat. “Elena, please. You have to trust

me.”

The weight of everything I’d heard pressed down on my shoulders. “I need to go home. I can’t process all of this right now.”

Julian nodded with understanding. “I’ll call you in a few days. Give yourself time to absorb this information.”

I managed a weak nod as we headed for the door.

Outside, the cool air hit my face like a blessing. Ryder took the driver’s seat while Gage claimed the passenger side. Damien settled beside me in the back, his presence a comfort I desperately needed.

I could see how he recognized my shaken state from the revelations. The idea that I was supposedly destined to lead a rebellion seemed impossible to grasp. How could someone who had been beaten down and dismissed her entire life suddenly become a leader? Someone who had been treated like garbage because an Alpha had commanded his pack to hate her?

None of it felt real to me, and from the way Damien looked at me, I could tell he understood my disbelief.

He did everything he could to offer comfort, but words seemed inadequate for the magnitude of what I was facing.

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