Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 121

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We were almost at the edge of the square when someone slammed into my shoulder from the side. Hot

chocolate splashed across my wine–red coat, the liquid seeping into the expensive cashmere.

I looked up to find Riley standing there, her expression twisted with deliberate malice.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “Luna. Oh wait, you’re not going to be

Luna much longer, are you?”

I kept my expression neutral and tried to step around her, but she moved to block my path. Beck’s hand

came to my elbow protectively.

“You know Celeste almost died at that border, right?” Riley’s voice rose, drawing attention from lingering

crowd members. “All because you won’t let go! She’s been trying to stay away from Daemon, but he keeps

pursuing her, and you just trap him with that mate bond!”

“That’s enough,” Beck said sharply. “You don’t know—”

“I know exactly what’s happening!” Riley’s eyes stayed locked on mine. “Love doesn’t work on a first–come-

first–served basis. The one who isn’t loved–they’re the real problem! What gives you the right to use that

mate bond to trap him?”

Something sharp twisted in my chest. Ember snarled in my consciousness, and I felt my canines start to

extend.

Then, unexpectedly, I smiled. The expression made Riley take a small step back.

“You know what? You’re absolutely right,” I said lightly. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll withdraw my petition

tomorrow. Let Daemon keep visiting her as a mated Alpha, and she can keep living with the ‘mistress‘ label.

Seems fitting.”

“No! You have to set them free properly-”

“But didn’t you just say love doesn’t follow rules?” I tilted my head. “Then they can keep this relationship

exactly as it is.”

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Riley reached for me, but I caught her wrist and twisted. She stumbled backward and hit the ground hard.

Beck stepped between us. “Anyone who posts this will hear from my lawyer.”

I looked down at Riley. “You want to know why Daemon went through with our ceremony? My family’s

power. Look up Wildfire Pack sometime. Get in my way again, and you’ll understand what that means.”

I turned and walked away, my heart pounding.

I spent that night staring at my ceiling, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Daemon at

Celeste’s hospital bedside, saw Riley’s self–righteous fury, saw the comments on that border video calling

him a hero. By dawn I’d made my decision.

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If I dissolved the bond properly through the Council, Daemon and Celeste would eventually be free to be

together openly, accepted by the pack once the scandal died down. Everyone would move on, and I’d become

a footnote in their love story.

But if I withdrew the petition… they’d stay trapped in this messy situation. Daemon would remain bound to

me while pursuing Celeste. She’d continue living under the shadow of being “the other woman.” No clean

resolution, no fairytale ending. Just endless complications and whispered judgments.

The vindictive part of me loved that idea.

At nine AM, I walked into the Council offices and requested the withdrawal forms. The clerk looked at me

with poorly concealed surprise. “Ma’am, if you withdraw now, you can’t file again for three months. Are you

certain-”

“I’m certain,” I said, signing my name with deliberate strokes.

I’d just stepped outside the Council building, squinting in the bright morning sun, when my phone rang.

Daemon’s name appeared, and this time his voice came through the line–cold and laced with barely

controlled fury.

“You filed for forced dissolution with the Council?”

“Yes,” I said calmly, walking toward where I’d parked my car. “And I withdraw it.”

“Violet.” He sounded like he was speaking through clenched teeth. “What game are you playing?”

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“I’m not playing anything,” I said, reaching my car and leaning against it. “Celeste’s friend just helped me see things more clearly. She said love doesn’t work on a first–come–first–served basis, that the unloved

person is the real third party. I thought about it, and she’s right–if you don’t love me, I should leave. But

then I thought, why should I make things easy for you? So I withdrew the petition.”

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The silence stretched so long I almost thought he’d hung up. When he finally spoke, his voice had changed,

become heavier. “Violet… about Mom finding Celeste. I looked into it. I know you didn’t tell her. I was

wrong to accuse you.”

My heart constricted painfully. He’d spent these days at the hospital not just caring for Celeste but

investigating that incident, and only now was he apologizing. The belated justice hurt worse than the

original accusation.

“We need to talk,” he continued. “Face to face. There are things we need to clear up.”

“Tonight at six,” I said flatly. “My apartment.” I ended the call before he could respond.

That evening, I was expecting a food delivery when the doorbell rang. I opened it wearing comfortable home

clothes–leggings and an oversized sweater–and froze when I saw Daemon standing in my doorway.

Before I could react, he stepped forward, forcing me backward into the apartment. The door clicked shut

behind him with a sound of finality.

“Tell me why you filed for dissolution,” he said without preamble, his blood–red eyes locked on mine.

I took a deliberate step back, maintaining distance. “Why don’t you ask yourself why you haven’t fought for

what you want?”

His brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“If you really love Celeste that much, why don’t you fight your parents for her? You’re the Alpha of Frost

Pack, Daemon. They can’t actually force you to stay bonded to someone you don’t love.” The words came out

sharp. “Go tell them you want Celeste. Keep insisting until they give in. Get her pregnant if you have to.

Problem solved, right?”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

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Daemon stared at me for a long moment, his expression complicated and unreadable.

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Then something in him seemed to snap. He moved forward suddenly, bracketing me against the wall with

his arms on either side of my head, his face inches from mine.

“You want to talk about what’s been happening?” His voice was low and dangerous. “Fine. Let’s talk about

you having fireworks with Evan at the hospital rooftop. About you going to see waterfalls and feed fish with

Zane. About you attending outdoor concerts with Beck-”

“Are you jealous?” I asked.

He went completely still, his eyes boring into mine. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, but he said

nothing. The silence stretched between us, loaded with things neither of us seemed able to articulate.

Finally, his voice came out rough and almost unwilling. “Yes. I’m fucking jealous. I think… I think I might

actually like you.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared at him, certain I’d misheard. “What?”

“It’s fucking ironic, isn’t it?” A bitter laugh escaped him. “I planned to keep you trapped in this bond, lonely

and waiting. And now I’m the one who’s… who’s started to feel something.”

My eyes burned suddenly with tears I refused to shed. In ten years–ten fucking years–I’d never heard him

say anything even close to this.

“I need time,” I managed, my voice unsteady. “I need to think about what I actually want.”

His gaze dropped to my face, taking in the redness around my eyes. Something in his expression softened

fractionally.

“You should think about what you want too,” I added quietly.

He stared at me for another moment, then nodded once and turned toward the door.