91 Chapter 91 Mate Claim Revealed
91 Chapter 91 Mate Claim Revealed
Elena’s POV
“I understand there’s hope. Mom, please don’t worry yourself over me. I give you my word.” The promise slipped from my lips easily enough.
“You always were a smart girl. Your father would beam with such pride.” Her voice cracked as another coughing fit seized her, each wheeze cutting through me like glass.
“Sleep now. Everything’s going to be fine. I’ll be right here when you open your eyes.” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
Soon after, exhaustion claimed her, and I remained by her bedside, studying the shell of the woman who once ruled our household with an iron fist.
The transformation was devastating. When I’d fled this place, she’d been working herself to the bone, perpetually exhausted but fierce. Now she lay fragile and diminished, a shadow of her former self. The sight of her like this hit me harder than I’d expected.
Finally, I forced myself to leave her room. Marcus lurked in the corridor like some predator, but I brushed past him without acknowledgment, my footsteps echoing as I descended to the kitchen.
The staff bustled about their duties, and I wasn’t shocked to discover he still maintained his little army of servants. Even with this place masquerading as abandoned, he couldn’t resist being waited on like royalty.
I moved to the coffee station, methodically going through the motions of brewing a cup.
The moment Marcus entered behind me, the atmosphere shifted. The staff grew jumpy, their movements becoming erratic and cautious. Fear radiated from them in
waves.
I spun around to confront him, finding him casually propped against the wall as if he owned the world.
“What the hell did you do to make these people so terrified of you?” The question came out sharper than intended.
“I simply gave them adequate reason to fear me.” His response was delivered with
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chilling indifference.
“You’re absolutely despicable.” I turned back to my coffee, disgusted by his casual cruelty.
I carried my mug out to the front porch and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with hands that trembled slightly.
“Figured you would’ve kicked that habit by now.” His voice followed me outside.
“I had. But I knew I’d need something to get through being back in this nightmare.” I took a long drag, letting the nicotine calm my frayed nerves.
“Do you honestly despise me that deeply?” The question hung between us, and I met his gaze directly.
“Where’s your father hiding?” I deflected.
“He’s been dead for a while now. Passed away some time back.” Marcus’s tone remained flat, emotionless.
“If that’s how you want to play this game.” I dismissed his obvious lie, turning away.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Did your mother fill your head with stories? You realize she’s not entirely lucid these days. Her mind isn’t what it used to be.” His defensive tone confirmed my suspicions.
“She’s got more clarity in her pinky finger than you’ve ever possessed.” I checked my watch again, anticipation building.
“What exactly are you expecting?” His curiosity was palpable.
“Sorry?” I played innocent.
“You’ve glanced at that watch repeatedly since you started making coffee. What are you waiting for?” His observational skills hadn’t dulled.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” I couldn’t suppress the smirk that played across my lips. I positioned my hair carefully, ensuring it cascaded over both shoulders to conceal the mark adorning my neck.
The last thing I needed was for him to spot that particular development. I had no idea how he’d react, and I wasn’t confident I could handle him if he completely lost control. Alphas were notoriously possessive creatures who didn’t share well with others. Even
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