Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Violet’s POV:

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The evening air carried a crisp bite as I stood outside Moonlight Theater, adjusting the collar of my leather

jacket while watching couples stream through the illuminated entrance. Dylan appeared precisely at seven,

carrying two paper cups that released wisps of steam into the December cold.

“Caramel latte, extra shot, no whip,” he said, offering one cup with a smile that seemed genuine. “And these

are from that chocolatier near campus–the sea salt caramels you mentioned.” I accepted both, surprised

he’d remembered such a casual comment from weeks ago.

“You remembered all that?”

“Of course. That’s how dating is supposed to work.”

The musical was excellent—a modern reimagining with soaring vocals and intricate choreography. When the

final curtain fell, Dylan suggested dinner at “where all the local wolves go for the best wings and craft beer.”

The drive took us through forest outskirts toward Pinewood’s edge, Dylan keeping up easy conversation the

whole way. Wings & Hops was exactly as advertised–exposed brick, neon signs, and the rich scent of fried

food and hops.

We claimed a booth near the back. When Dylan returned from the restroom, he pulled out his phone as the

server approached with our beers. “I’ll get this,” he said. I started to protest, but then his screen caught my

eye for just a fraction of a second. A notification banner flashed across the top, the sender name clearly

visible: Connor.

The world seemed to tilt slightly, pieces clicking into place with sickening clarity. I thought of what Lily had

said weeks ago about Connor blaming me for his breakup, warning me to be careful of retaliation. I’d been

arrogant enough to assume Connor would come at me directly if he wanted revenge, never imagining he’d

recruit an accomplice to get close to me first, to maneuver me into exactly this kind of vulnerable position.

The food arrived quickly, but my appetite had vanished entirely, replaced by the queasy awareness that I

needed to get out of here without tipping Dylan off that I’d caught on.

I picked at the fries, took a single wing to maintain appearances, and reached for my beer. Ten minutes

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later, the first wave of dizziness hit, subtle at first but intensifying with frightening speed until the room

began to tilt and my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive.

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I set down my beer with deliberate care, watching my hand shake, and looked up to find Dylan staring at me

with cold calculation. “Something wrong?” he asked, his voice stripped of its earlier warmth.

“What did you do?” The words came out slurred, and I tried to push myself up from the booth only to have

my legs give out, sending me crashing back into the seat.

“Don’t bother trying to fight it. It’s a sedative that dampens your strength.” Dylan’s smile was all wrong now,

twisted and satisfied. My phone buzzed on the table–Daemon’s name flashing across the screen. I lunged

for it with fingers that wouldn’t quite obey, but Dylan was faster, snatching the device and declining the call

before I could reach it.

“None of that now. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting before we’ve had our conversation, would we?” He

stood, moving around to my side of the booth, and I tried to push him away, but my arms felt like they were

moving through water, weak and ineffective.

“Help,” I tried to call out, but the word came out as barely a whisper, and Dylan was already hauling me to

my feet, one arm around my waist as he guided me toward the door. “My girlfriend had a bit too much to

drink,” he said cheerfully to the server. “I’m just going to get her home to sleep it off.”

When I came to, we were at an abandoned factory complex on Riverside’s industrial edge, all rusted metal

and broken windows silhouetted against the night sky. Dylan hauled me out of the car. I heard footsteps

approaching from the shadows, saw the glow of a cigarette before I saw the face of the man holding it.

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