Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me
Chapter 112
Violet’s POV:
I stared into Daemon’s blood–red eyes, my heart pounding against my ribs. His words hung in the air
between us–he’d never stayed the night at Celeste’s place.
“Why?” The question escaped before I could stop myself. “She hasn’t accepted you yet? From what I know,
she broke up with Zane, keeps asking you for favors, agrees to dinner and meeting your friends, and you
still haven’t…” I trailed off, heat creeping up my neck.
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Daemon’s face shifted, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“But I get it,” I continued, forcing my voice to remain steady. “She’s different from other women. You have to
respect her boundaries. I understand.”
His expression darkened instantly. “You don’t understand shit. You think you know everything, but you’re
just guessing blindly.”
I wasn’t guessing blindly–I’d lived through this story once before, watched it unfold from beginning to
bitter end.
I walked to the bed, leaning my back against the headboard.
“I told you,” I said, my voice taking on a lazy drawl that masked the sharp edge beneath. “One day you’ll
regret not doing the ceremony sooner. One day you’ll hate that I didn’t disappear from your world when you
had the chance.”
Unexpectedly, he smiled–a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that made something in my stomach tighten
with warning. “Is that so?”
He moved closer, each step deliberate and predatory. My pulse kicked up, Ember stirring restlessly in my
consciousness. When he reached the bed, his fingers caught my chin, tilting my face up to his. His thumb traced the corner of my mouth with agonizing slowness, and his Alpha pheromones rolled over me in waves
that made my knees weak even while sitting.
Every alarm in my head screamed danger, but my body betrayed me, softening under his touch. The mate
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bond thrummed between us, ancient and undeniable, pulling me toward him even as my rational mind
fought to maintain distance. In the depths of my consciousness, Ember let out a low, yearning sound. “Our
Alpha,” she whispered, and I hated how right it felt, how wrong I knew it to be.
Then his mouth crashed down on mine, claiming, conquering, leaving no room for protest. The kiss was
fierce and unrelenting, his tongue sweeping past my lips to taste and possess. My body, already sore from
yesterday’s skating session, had no strength to fight. When I tried to push against his chest, he caught my
wrists easily, pinning them above my head against the headboard.
My mind spun in chaos. The mate bond sang through my veins, making my body respond even as my
thoughts screamed that this was wrong.
When he finally pulled back, I was dizzy, breathless, my vision swimming. My hand came up instinctively,
connecting with his cheek in a slap that should have cracked like thunder but instead landed soft and
powerless, my muscles too weak to give it any real force.
Daemon froze for a heartbeat, then laughed–actually laughed–at my pathetic attempt at defiance. The
sound was rough and genuine, and somehow that made everything worse.
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“Daemon Blackwood.” I gasped for air, my eyes burning with unshed tears of frustration and humiliation. My
voice came out hoarse, shaking with barely controlled fury. “If you’re just being controlled by Onyx, if you
just need someone to fuck, then go find Celeste! Don’t come here and ruin me!”
The words hit their mark. I watched something shift behind his eyes, watched him process what I’d said.
But he didn’t move away. He didn’t apologize. He just stared at me with that unreadable expression, his weight still pressing me into the mattress, his hands still bracketing my body like a cage I couldn’t escape.
“Listen to me carefully,” I continued, forcing each word past the tightness in my throat, past the way my
body still trembled from his kiss. “No woman is generous in love, Daemon. No woman gracefully accepts
sharing. Unless she doesn’t love you at all.”
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