Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me
Chapter 122
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I woke the next morning with swollen eyes that protested every blink, the aftermath of crying harder than I
had in years finally catching up with me.
The sunlight streaming through my apartment windows felt too bright, too insistent, as I pressed my palms
against my eyelids and tried to process what had happened the night before, how Daemon had told me he
might actually like me after ten years of indifference, and somehow that confession had unlocked something
inside me that I’d been holding onto for so long, finally giving me the closure I needed to let go.
My phone rang while I was still in bed trying to will the puffiness to go down. Dad’s name appeared on the
screen, and I answered with a voice rougher than I’d intended.
“Violet, come home for lunch today,” Marcus said, his tone more formal than usual, carrying a weight I
couldn’t quite identify. “Your aunt is back from the West Coast.”
I sat up slowly, registering the underlying expectation in his words. Aunt Sophia only returned once a year
from Silver Ridge Pack where she managed the cross–pack trade ventures that brought substantial revenue
to our family, and her presence always carried implications beyond simple family visits.
“Of course,” I said, forcing steadiness into my voice. “I’ll be there.”
When I arrived at the Goldcrest estate just before noon, Aunt Sophia greeted me with a warm embrace, then
stepped back to study my face with sharp assessing eyes.
“You look different from the last time I saw you,” she said. “More alive, like there’s actually some fire in your
eyes now.”
“Where’s Aiden?” I asked, noticing my cousin’s absence.
“Managing the new branch office in Silver Ridge Pack,” Sophia said with clear pride. “He’s finally found his
footing in business.”
My father cleared his throat in a way that immediately put me on guard. “It’s wonderful to see the younger
generation stepping up and taking real responsibility for the family’s future instead of…” He trailed off
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deliberately, but his meaning hung heavy in the air between us, the unspoken words “wasting themselves on
marriages that were already dead” filling the silence with uncomfortable weight.
The meal progressed with careful small talk until Sophia set down her fork with a deliberate clink.
“Violet, you need to seriously consider your future,” she said, her voice taking on that no–nonsense tone I
remembered from childhood. “Your parents aren’t getting any younger. Eleanor’s heart condition has put her
in the hospital twice because of all this stress, and Marcus is approaching retirement age while Daemon’s
attention is clearly elsewhere.” She leaned forward, her expression hardening. “Wildfire Pack’s legacy cannot
be handed over to outsiders simply because you were too distracted by a marriage that was never going to
work.”
My mother’s hand found mine under the table, squeezing gently. When I glanced at my father, I saw the
pleading in his eyes that he was trying to mask. They’d both aged in the past few years, and I realized with
a pang of guilt that I’d been so consumed by my failing marriage that I hadn’t noticed how much they’d
been carrying alone.
“Come with us to Silver Ridge Pack after Thanksgiving,” Sophia continued, her tone softening. “Work with
Aiden at the branch office, learn the business from the ground up, and get some distance from Daemon so
you can focus on building something that’s actually yours.”
I looked at each of them in turn and felt something shift in my chest. This wasn’t just about family
business, this was them giving me a way out, a path forward that didn’t involve waiting for Daemon.
“Okay,” I said, my voice steady. “Next week, I’ll go with you to Silver Ridge.”
The relief on my father’s face was almost painful to witness. My mother’s eyes filled with tears she tried
desperately to blink away.
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Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me
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