Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 114

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 114

Violet’s POV

79

When Daemon agreed to come home with me, I blinked in surprise. “I thought you had to go to Ironridge, I

said.

“Afternoon works fine, he replied, his tone clipped as he focused on the road.

I turned to look out the window.

When we pulled up to my childhood home, Dad was waiting at the door. He strode forward and gripped

Daemon’s hand firmly, clapping his shoulder. “Daemon! Good to see you, son.”

I watched them interact, noting how much warmer Dad had become toward Daemon since the scandal got

buried.

Mom appeared in the doorway, smiling as she welcomed us inside. The house smelled like coffee and

cinnamon rolls. “I’m checking on lunch,” Mom said, squeezing my hand before heading toward the kitchen.

“Marcus, keep them company.”

Dad and Daemon settled into conversation about pack politics and business. I drifted toward the glass doors

leading to the back garden. Winter sun made me squint as I pulled out my ringing phone.

“Luna!” Ruby’s voice bubbled through the speaker. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” I said carefully. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yes! I have this cousin who’s a doctor, and she has this family recipe for fertility issues. I heard that you

and Alpha Blackwood have been trying for a while, and I thought maybe it could help?”

“That’s very thoughtful, Ruby,” I said. “Would you be able to pick up the medicine for me? I could come by

your place to get it when you’re free.”

“Of course! Actually, Celeste has been home more often lately. You two young people could chat while

you’re here!”

1/3

17:11 Mon, Jun 8

Chapter 114

That sounds lovely. Just let me know when.”

เร 79

After we hung up, I stared at my reflection in the glass. Behind me, I could hear Dad’s laughter mixing with

Daemon’s deeper chuckle, like everything was normal.

Lunch passed differently than our usual stiff, formal gatherings. Normally when we visited–which only

happened on holidays or birthdays–Daemon maintained polite distance, his courtesy so perfect it felt

rehearsed.

But today he was warmer, more present. He passed me dishes before I could reach for them, refilled my

water glass without being asked, even laughed genuinely at Dad’s stories. His hand occasionally brushed

mine as we both reached for the bread basket, and he didn’t immediately pull away like he usually did.

When lunch ended, Dad suggested winter swimming. “I appreciate the offer, Marcus,” Daemon said. “But I

need to get to Ironridge this afternoon.”

Dad nodded. “Work comes first. We’ll arrange another time.”

We moved to the front door. Mom held my hand as we watched Daemon walk to his car. She didn’t speak

until his SUV disappeared around the curve of the street.

“He’s different with you lately,” she said softly, her eyes searching my face. “Isn’t he?”

My throat tightened.

“Maybe, I managed.

Mom squeezed my hand. “I’m glad. You deserve to be happy, sweetheart.”

I’m going to stay here for a few days, if that’s okay.”

“Of course. Stay as long as you need.”

The next few hours passed quietly. Dad left for fishing, leaving Mom and me alone. We settled in the living

room, Mom watching a cooking show while I curled up on the other end with a blanket.

“You know,” Mom said during a commercial, if you and Daemon had a baby, I’d make soup for you every

single day.”

2/3

1711 Mon, Jun 8

Chapter 114

I kept my eyes closed. “Mmm, I hummed, not wanting to shatter her fantasy.

I drifted off at some point. When I woke, a blanket was draped over me and Mom was on the balcony

tending her plants. When she noticed me stirring, she smiled.

The next few days fell into an easy rhythm. I stayed at my parents‘ house, running with Mom in the

mornings, sometimes going with her to Wildfire Industrial. My body started responding to the regular

schedule and rest. The exhaustion that had become my baseline began to lift.

On the fifth day, I told Mom I had an errand to run. She didn’t ask where.

I came to the Morrison family’s house.

Ruby answered my knock immediately. “Luna! Come in! I’m sorry the place is so small.”

The apartment was modest but clean. Furniture was old but well–maintained, walls lined with framed

photographs of Celeste. Ruby pressed tea into my hands, apologizing again.

Mason emerged from the bedroom with a newspaper. When he saw me, surprise flickered across his face.

“Luna.”

“Please, call me Violet.”

He nodded, settling into an armchair. Then he glanced up. “Celeste is bringing her boyfriend home for

dinner today. Should be here soon.”

The teacup froze halfway to my lips. Celeste’s boyfriend. She was bringing Daemon here.

Ruby noticed my reaction. “Violet? Are you alright?”

Comments

LIKE

Write Comments

SHARE

79

3/3