My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 88

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Elena’s POVI

The private jet we chartered from our pack cut through the morning sky like a silver blade. Damien sat across from me, his dark eyes never straying far from my face, while Caleb and Briar chattered excitedly with their nanny Skye about seeing snow for the first time. The tension radiating from my mate was almost suffocating in the confined

space.

We touched down in Boston at ten in the morning, the city sprawling beneath us like a concrete maze. Nine hours by car would have been torture with two restless children, and I needed to reach Maine as quickly as possible. Every hour that passed felt like borrowed time.

The rental SUV smelled like artificial pine and old leather. Damien’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel as we drove north toward Maine, where fat snowflakes began dancing across our windshield. The sight of snow after five years away should have been nostalgic, but instead it felt like a warning.

I hadn’t missed winter. I hadn’t missed the way it made everything look dead and buried.

The hotel lobby was warm and bustling when we checked in that afternoon. I made sure the kids were settled, their bags unpacked, and Skye knew the emergency numbers. But Damien wouldn’t stop hovering, his large frame blocking my every

movement.

“Your phone,” he said for the third time, his voice rough with barely contained anxiety. “Is it charged?”

“Yes.” I held up the device, showing him the full battery. “And you’re still speed dial one. I can call you the second anything goes wrong.”

But we both knew he would feel it through our mate bond long before I could reach for my phone. Any real danger, any serious injury, would hit him like a physical blow. The connection between us hummed constantly now, a live wire of shared emotion and sensation.

He pulled me against his chest, his hands fisting in my hair as he kissed me with desperate intensity. I could taste his worry, his fear of letting me face this alone. When

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he finally released me, his forehead pressed against mine.

“Come back to me,” he whispered, and the rawness in his voice made my chest tight.

I kissed Caleb and Briar goodbye, their small arms wrapping around my neck as I promised to return by tonight, tomorrow at the latest. Skye nodded when I asked her to keep them distracted, her experienced smile reassuring.

The mate bond was a gift I never expected to receive. Damien would never betray me, could never even look at another woman with desire. The very idea was biologically impossible now. That absolute trust was something I could lean on, even when everything else felt uncertain.

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The drive to the Duskclaw Pack Pack territory should have been familiar, but the landscape felt alien under its blanket of snow. As I approached the border, my tightened on the steering wheel. Something was wrong.

No patrols. No guards.

The border crossing that should have been heavily monitored stood empty, the guard posts abandoned. I drove through slowly, every instinct screaming danger, but the road remained deserted. Where were the warriors who should have challenged an unknown vehicle?

The town itself looked like a movie set after everyone had gone home. A few figures moved in the distance, but they walked with their heads down, shoulders hunched. It was barely evening, the sun still visible on the horizon, yet the streets felt eerily quiet. This wasn’t normal. The Duskclaw Pack Pack had always been vibrant, bustling with activity even in the cold months.

The hospital parking lot was nearly empty. I sat in the car for a moment, studying the building where I’d been born, where I’d spent countless hours during my childhood illnesses. Even this place felt diminished somehow, like a photograph that had faded in sunlight.

Inside, the waiting room held maybe a dozen people, but none of them spoke to each other. They sat staring at magazines or the floor, their postures defeated. What struck me most was how similar they all looked – smaller, more fragile than I remembered. Some faces were familiar, pack members I’d grown up with, but they seemed… diminished.

They looked like omegas. All of them.

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“Can I help you?” The nurse behind the desk looked up with tired eyes, her voice flat and professional,

“I’m looking for my mother. Iris Fairfax.”

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Something flickered across her face recognition, maybe wariness. Of course they knew who I was. The omega who ran away five years ago. Marcus had probably made sure everyone understood exactly what kind of disgrace I was.

The thought made my stomach clench with guilt. Had he punished the entire pack for my actions? Was that why everyone looked so broken?

“She’s right this way.” The nurse led me down a hallway that smelled of antiseptic and despair.

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