My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 92

92 Chapter 92 Military Forces Close In

Elena’s POV

Marcus stood frozen between Damien and me, his mind clearly struggling to process what had just unfolded before him. The confusion written across his features made it obvious that accepting this reality was proving difficult for him.

“Damien. The military forces are closing in on our territories. Retract your fangs.” I commanded firmly.

Damien’s intense gaze swept over me, conducting a thorough assessment to ensure I remained unharmed. Only after confirming my safety did his canines disappear back into his gums. He stepped away from the vehicle with deliberate movements.

The car door slammed with enough force to echo through the quiet street. Damien strode past Marcus without acknowledgment, climbing the steps to reach me on the covered porch.

“Are you injured in any way?” His voice carried genuine concern.

“No. He caused me no harm.” I provided the reassurance he sought.

“I deployed surveillance teams to monitor your territory and the educational institution near your pack lands.” Marcus called out from his position beside the vehicle below us.

“Ah, those reconnaissance operatives. They provided quite entertaining sport. Particularly when I had to evade them between classes.” Amusement colored my tone.

“She developed impressive evasion skills as time progressed.” Damien added with obvious pride.

“You attended that institution?” Marcus’s question held surprise.

“You were aware of my educational aspirations. This arrangement allowed me to pursue them without your constant supervision.” I directed my response toward Marcus.

“And the two of you have formed a partnership?” Marcus pressed.

“She belongs to me as my destined mate and serves as Luna to my pack. My wolves have embraced her completely and hold her in high regard. You possess no authority

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in this matter. Any attempt to detain her here would result in council intervention. I believe forcibly separating mates carries a death sentence.” Damien’s declaration carried unmistakable menace.

“The situation remains complicated. His marital status, remember.” I reminded him.

“Indeed. How are those domestic arrangements progressing?” Damien inquired, though his expression remained hostile toward Marcus.

I finished the last of my cigarette and moved toward the entrance. Damien followed closely while Marcus trailed behind as we entered the main living area.

A prominent wedding photograph dominated the space above the fireplace, showcasing Viviana in an elaborate gown that defied good taste. The dress combined white and pink in a gaudy display, overloaded with excessive embellishments and unnecessary decorative elements.

Her makeup appeared so heavily applied it resembled a mask, while her artificial nails extended to such impractical lengths that basic tasks would have proven impossible. Someone would have needed to assist her with cutting food during meals.

My attention shifted to Marcus in the photograph, noting his complete absence of joy or satisfaction. A brief moment of sympathy touched me, though it dissipated rapidly when the distinctive sound of stiletto heels against marble flooring announced an approaching presence.

“Wonderful.” I muttered with resignation as I turned to face the entrance.

Viviana halted abruptly upon reaching the doorway, her expression transforming to shock when she discovered me standing in her living room.

“Why is that worthless omega vagrant contaminating my home?” Viviana’s voice dripped with venom.

“You will refer to my mate using her proper title of Luna. No lesser form of address will be tolerated.” Damien’s warning carried deadly seriousness.

“Luna? You hold the position of Luna?” Disbelief saturated her words.

“While I can observe that you clearly do not. Five years of marriage between you two, yet neither of you bears a mating mark. That speaks volumes about your relationship.” My observation struck its intended target.

“I have business elsewhere.” Viviana announced, spinning on her heels and departing

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as quickly as she had arrived.

“Where is your mother currently?” Damich inquired softly.

“She remains upstairs resting. I spent time with her earlier before she fell asleep. I explained.

“What troubles her?” His concern was evident.

“The grief from losing my father has finally overwhelmed her defenses. I admitted.

“I deeply regret her suffering.” Damien offered genuine sympathy.

“Thank you.

make.

I want her to meet you when she awakens.” The request felt important to

“Absolutely. I would be honored.” His agreement came without hesitation.

“Could we possibly redirect our attention to more pressing matters?” Marcus interjected with obvious impatience.

“What specifically?” I asked.

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