Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Violet’s POV:

“Dr. Thorne,” I said, forcing a smile that felt brittle on my lips. “I was just making sure the patient was

comfortable.”

“I can see that,” Evan replied, his voice devoid of warmth. He didn’t step into the room; instead, he held the

door open wider, a silent command for me to exit. “A word, Luna. Outside.”

I glanced back at Zane. “Rest well, Zane,” I murmured, before walking past Evan into the corridor.

The moment the door clicked shut, the professional veneer dropped. Evan ushered me toward a quiet alcove

near the nurses‘ station.

“What are you doing, Violet?” he asked, keeping his voice hushed to avoid alerting the passing staff. “You are the Luna of the Frost Pack. Flirting with an injured college student in my hospital? If Daemon catches

wind of this-

“If Daemon catches wind of this, what?” I interrupted, leaning back against the cold wall and crossing my arms. “Will he be upset that I’m infringing on his trademarked lifestyle? Or is hypocrisy a privilege reserved

only for Alphas?”

Evan sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion. He ran a hand through his sandy–blond hair, his frustration palpable. “Two wrongs don’t make a right, Violet. You are playing a dangerous game. If you are seen seeking comfort outside your bond, the Council will view it as instability. You could lose everything.”

“Daemon parades his conquests through the city, leaving a trail of broken hearts and tabloid scandals, and you say nothing to him. Yet when I offer a boy a glass of water and a smile, I am the one destabilizing the pack?” I countered.

“I have spoken to Daemon,” Evan argued. “But he is the Alpha. He listens when he chooses to listen. You, however… you have always been the sensible one.”

“I am done being sensible. I have done my duty to the utmost for five years, Evan. I have been the perfect statue in his perfect house.” I pushed off the wall, stepping into his personal space. “But since you are so concerned about the state of my marriage, perhaps you can help me fix it.”

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Evan looked at me warily. “How?”

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“Meet me for dinner tonight,” I said, checking my watch. “Eight o’clock. There is something I need to discuss

with you.”

He hesitated, his gaze searching my face for deceit. “Dinner? Where?”

“McDonald’s,” I said, naming the franchise near the university district.

Evan blinked, his aristocratic features twisting in confusion. “The fast–food place? Violet, surely-

“It’s neutral ground,” I lied smoothly. “And the fries are excellent. Please, Evan. If you care about the

alliance between Frost and Wildfire, meet me there.”

He studied me for a long moment. Finally, he nodded.

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The evening air was thick with the scent of grease and exhaust fumes. I sat in a booth at the back of the McDonald’s. From my vantage point, I had a clear view of the counter, the kitchen, and the front door.

At exactly 8:00 PM, Evan Thorne walked in. He looked absurdly out of place. Wearing a tailored blue suit, he stood amidst the sticky tables and fluorescent lights like a diamond in a landfill. He scanned the room with distaste, spotting me only when I waved a fry in his direction.

“So,” Evan slid into the booth opposite me. “What did you want to discuss?”

“Just wait,” I muttered, my eyes darting past him to the service counter.

I was waiting for Celeste Morrison.

My plan was desperate but logical. In my previous life, Daemon had met Celeste first, and the obsession had been instantaneous. Evan had only met her later. But Evan was a healer, a soul drawn to purity and kindness–traits Celeste possessed in abundance. If I could get Evan to see her now, to interact with her before Daemon did, maybe the Beta’s gentle heart would snag on her hook first.

The kitchen door swings open.

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A girl walked out carrying a mop bucket. My heart leaped, then plummeted. It wasn’t Celeste. It was a

brunette teenager with braces.

I checked the time. 8:15. Celeste’s shift should have started fifteen minutes ago.

I watched the counter like a hawk for another ten minutes, ignoring Evan’s growing impatience. Finally, I

flagged down the brunette.

“Excuse me,” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “Is Celeste working tonight?”

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