My Fated Alphas Cruel Game novel Chapter 93

93 Chapter 93 Second Chance Revealed

Elena’s POV

“You think this plan is absurd?” Marcus’s voice carried that familiar edge of authority.

“I think you’re about to sign everyone’s death warrant,” I replied, not backing down from his intense stare. “An empty town screams conspiracy. But people going about their daily routines? That looks normal. Just make damn sure nobody shifts where prying eyes can see. Save it for the forest cover.”

His jaw tightened. “Nobody asked for your strategic input.”

“Marcus.” I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a deadly calm. “You can destroy this entire pack for all I care. There’s exactly one person here who matters to me. Everyone else? They mean nothing.”

The words hit their mark. Marcus’s eyes flashed with something between rage and hurt as he moved toward me with predatory grace. Damien’s warning growl rumbled through the room, but I pressed my hand against his arm, silently telling him to stand down. Marcus might be many things, but he wouldn’t physically harm me. Not with Damien watching.

Marcus’s fingers moved with deliberate slowness, brushing my hair back from both sides of my neck. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, until his eyes found what he was looking for. The mating mark. Then his gaze shifted to Damien’s neck, finding the matching symbol there.

So, you two are mates,” Marcus said, his voice hollow with realization.

We’re second chance mates,” Damien stepped forward, his presence commanding. “We were drawn to each other from that first night. Even while she was still bound to you. The same night you struck her for simply speaking with me.”

“She belonged to me,” Marcus’s defense sounded weak even to his own ears. “You were moving in on my territory.”

“We had a conversation,” Damien’s tone turned dangerous. “Nothing more.”

I could feel the testosterone building between them like a brewing storm. “Damien,” I interrupted before things escalated. “You need to contact Ryder immediately. This army threat isn’t some distant possibility anymore. Your pack needs to understand the

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danger they’re facing. No shifting unless absolutely necessary.”

Damien’s expression softened when he looked at me. “Can I leave you alone with him for a while?”

“I’ll manage just fine,” I assured him.

He pressed a lingering kiss to my lips, a clear message to Marcus about where my loyalties lay, then left to make the crucial call.

I settled onto the couch, my gaze drifting to the window where moonlight filtered through the trees beyond the packhouse grounds. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to lose myself in the freedom of the forest. But duty anchored me here. My mother lay unconscious somewhere in this building, and I had no idea when she might

wake.

The sun had disappeared earlier, yet construction workers still moved around the property like busy ants. I watched them with growing irritation. In any reasonable workplace, these people would have gone home to their families by now. But apparently this was standard operating procedure under Marcus’s leadership.

Just like his father. All power, no consideration for the people serving under him.

Marcus remained in the room, his stare boring into me with an intensity that would have intimidated me in the past. Now I simply ignored him, letting my thoughts wander to the mess his life had become. His wife’s infidelity was pack knowledge at this point, leaving him isolated in his own home.

Part of me felt a flicker of sympathy. There had been moments, brief glimpses of the man he could have been, when kindness would shine through his arrogant exterior. But those moments were always followed by cruelty that erased any progress we might have made.

I refused to waste energy on regret. Every choice I’d made, every painful step away from this place, had led me to my daughter. That precious little girl made every sacrifice worthwhile. My new life, built from nothing but determination and hope, surpassed anything I could have achieved by staying here.

Marcus could claim to care about me all he wanted. The truth was simpler and sadder than he’d ever admit. He had never learned how to love anyone, including himself. That wasn’t something I could fix, and it certainly wasn’t my responsibility anymore.

The workers outside continued their endless tasks, oblivious to the tension crackling

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