Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

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“Violet Goldcrest,” Connor Hayes said, smoke curling from his lips as he smiled with vicious satisfaction.

“Surprise.”

I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t form properly, coming out as incoherent mumbling that made

Connor’s smile widen. “Look at you. The high and mighty Luna, finally brought down to where she belongs.

You know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Ever since your alpha fired me, ever since Lily dumped me

because of your interference, I’ve been planning exactly how to make you pay. You cost me everything. My

job, my girl, my reputation in the pack. So now I’m going to take everything from you, starting with that

pretty face.”

The first slap came fast and hard, snapping my head to the side with enough force to split my lip, the taste

of copper flooding my mouth. I couldn’t dodge, couldn’t raise my hands to protect myself as Connor hit me

again, his fist connecting with my stomach in a blow that drove all the air from my lungs.

Dylan grabbed my hair, yanking my head back so Connor could land another blow to my face, and I tasted

more blood, felt my vision swim with pain.

“Don’t kill her yet,” Dylan said, his earlier warmth completely absent. “We still need her conscious enough to

transfer the money.”

They dragged me deeper into the factory complex until we reached what must have once been a storage

room, empty except for a metal chair bolted to the floor and a single flickering bulb overhead. Connor

shoved me into the chair and Dylan produced zip ties, securing my wrists behind the chair back and my

ankles to the chair legs with swift efficiency.

Connor crouched in front of me, pulling my phone from Dylan’s pocket and holding it up to my face until it

unlocked with facial recognition. “Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to transfer me fifty

thousand dollars right now, or Dylan here is going to have some fun with you before we dump your body in

the river. Your choice.”

I forced my eyes to focus, my mind to work through the drugged haze, buying time because time was all I

had. “Single transfer limit,” I slurred. “Five thousand max. Need multiple transactions.” Connor’s eyes

narrowed, but he seemed to accept this, pulling up my main account and starting the process.

The drug’s effects were starting to fade fractionally and I could feel sensation returning to my extremities in

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painful pins and needles. Outside the room, I suddenly heard voices, footsteps echoing through the

abandoned factory, and my heart leaped with desperate hope.

“Violet?” Celeste’s voice called out, distant but unmistakable. “Violet, are you here?”

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I opened my mouth and screamed with everything I had left. “I’m here!” The words barely escaped before

Connor’s hand clamped over my face with bruising force, his other hand finding my throat and squeezing

hard enough to cut off my air entirely. “Make a sound again and I’ll snap your neck,” he hissed in my ear.

The footsteps came closer, and I heard Daemon’s voice now too, calling my name.

They were leaving, moving away from where Connor held me captive, and I felt despair crash over me in a

suffocating wave. Connor kept his hand over my mouth until the voices faded to silence, then released me

with a shove that made my head crack against the chair back.

He went back to my phone, but his hands were shaking now, and when his own phone rang with Lily’s name

lighting up the screen, he fumbled it in his haste to decline, accidentally hitting accept instead. The drug

had faded enough now that I could move, could think, and I seized the opportunity before logic could stop

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“Daemon!” I screamed with everything I had left, my voice cracking but carrying. “Daemon, help me! I’m in

the abandoned factory!”

Dylan lunged forward, his hand connecting with my face in a vicious slap that made my ears ring and filled

my mouth with blood, but it was too late, and I heard the immediate response–running footsteps, shouts,

Daemon’s voice roaring my name with a fury that shook the walls. Connor swore viciously, dropping my

phone, but he never got the chance to run.

The door exploded inward with a deafening crash, the metal tearing from its hinges under the force of

Daemon’s kick, and he burst into the room like a force of nature, his eyes pure red, his Alpha presence

filling the space with suffocating intensity. Connor tried to run, but Daemon caught him by the throat,

lifting him off his feet and slamming him against the concrete wall hard enough to crack it.

Evan appeared in the doorway, removing his glasses and turning to Dylan, who’d frozen against the far wall

in terror. Evan’s fist connected with Dylan’s jaw in a precise strike that sent him sprawling. Celeste

appeared behind Evan, her face white with shock, and Lucian caught her arm, pulling her back.

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I woke to the sterile smell of antiseptic and the steady beep of monitors, my body aching in ways that

suggested extensive damage.

“Oh thank God.” Lily’s voice, thick with tears, and I turned my head to find her sitting beside the hospital

bed, her eyes red and swollen. “Vi, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. If I’d never dated Connor, none of this

would have happened.”

“Not your fault,” I managed, my voice coming out hoarse and painful. “Connor made his own choices. You

were just another one of his victims.” The door opened and Sienna rushed in, followed by Jade, both of them

carrying fruit baskets and wearing expressions of relief mixed with fury.

“That absolute bastard,” Sienna said without preamble. “If Daemon and Evan hadn’t already beaten him half

to death, I’d do it myself. Do you know what they were planning?” I shook my head slightly, wincing at the

movement, and Jade perched on the edge of the bed carefully, avoiding my injuries.

“According to what the police got out of Dylan, they were going to take the money and then throw you in

the river. They had it all planned out–they were going to run to Shadowmoon territory afterward, disappear

into that lawless mess where no one asks questions.”

“How did you find me?” I asked, looking between them.

“Daemon called you first, but you didn’t answer,” Lily explained. “So he called Sienna, and she told him

you’d gone to see a musical with Dylan. He tracked your phone to that restaurant in Pinewood, then pulled

the security footage showing Dylan carrying you out.”

The door opened again, and this time it was Evan who entered, carrying a medical chart and wearing his

professional doctor expression. He checked my vitals quickly, his fingers careful as they probed the bruises

on my abdomen, his expression darkening when I winced at the pressure.

“You have a minor concussion and multiple soft tissue contusions. The intracranial bleeding should resolve

itself in three to four days. But you need complete rest during that time. No strenuous activity, no

emotional upheaval.”

“I know,” I said quietly. Evan lingered by the bedside for a moment, his eyes searching my face with an

intensity that made me uncomfortable, before he nodded and left the room with deliberate strides.

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The moment the door closed, Sienna leaned in with a knowing grin. “Girl. Tell me I’m not crazy. Did Evan just look at you like that? Because…”

“Stop talking,” I said. “He was just being professional.” But from the doorway, I caught Evan’s silhouette frozen just outside, his shoulders rigid. Then he was gone.

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