Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

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Celeste went silent on the other end of the phone, processing what I’d told her about the forced dissolution

being impossible without Daemon’s consent.

“That doesn’t make sense,” she finally said, her voice climbing with confusion. “If the bond is purely

political, if he never loved you, why wouldn’t he just agree to end it?”

I stayed quiet, letting her work through it herself.

“Unless…” She paused. “Unless he’s worried about the financial settlement? I mean, your families‘ assets

must be deeply intertwined after all these years, right? Maybe he’s concerned about how complicated the

dissolution would be, about losing property or business interests or-”

“Maybe,” I said neutrally, though I knew better. In my previous life, Daemon had been willing to sign over

half his pack’s territory and a controlling share of Blackwood Dynamics just to be free of me, just to make

room for her in his life officially and completely.

Celeste seemed to latch onto her own explanation with visible relief.

“Listen, Celeste,” I said, softening my tone slightly. “Once I withdrew that forced dissolution petition, I can’t

file another one for three months. The Council has that rule to prevent harassment through repeated

filings.” I paused, letting that sink in. “So right now, I’m stuck. But there might be another way forward for

you. If you could somehow get Daemon to agree to the rejection ceremony voluntarily, then the whole

process would be much simpler and faster.”

I ended the call and stared at my phone for a long moment, an idea forming in my mind.

I scrolled to Evan’s contact and hit call before I could second–guess myself.

He picked up on the third ring. “Violet.”

“Evan, I just got off the phone with Celeste Morrison,” I said without preamble. “She’s pretty upset right now, her mother has her under house arrest and she’s feeling trapped and desperate. I thought maybe you might want to reach out, check on her, maybe offer some support during-”

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“Stop.” His voice cut through my words. “Whatever Celeste is going through, it has nothing to do with me.”

I blinked, caught off guard by his matter–of–fact tone. “But I thought you-”

“Call me again when you’re in a bad mood and need someone to listen,” Evan interrupted smoothly.

The line went dead before I could respond.

Here I’d handed him the perfect opportunity on a silver platter—a vulnerable, heartbroken girl in need of

comfort, locked away from her supposed love interest–and he couldn’t have been less interested.

“No wonder you’ve been losing to Daemon your whole life,” I muttered to my empty apartment, a sardonic

smile twisting my lips. “Can’t even recognize a chance when it’s gift–wrapped for you.”

A week passed in intensive training sessions, Ember gradually growing stronger as I pushed to remember

what my body had been capable of before five years under an Alpha bond had weakened me.

I was finishing a workout when Daemon called. “I’m downstairs. We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About going home. To Frost Pack territory. My parents want to see you.”

I looked out the window and saw his SUV at the curb, felt that familiar twist in my chest. “You should take

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“Violet.” Something new edged his voice, rough and almost desperate. “We’re not going to dissolve the mate

bond. Celeste’s situation, I’ll handle it, but you and I, that’s not changing.”

My breath caught. “Daemon, don’t joke about this. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

I turned to leave, but his hand caught my arm. “Let me try.”

The words came out so quietly I almost didn’t hear them, and they hit like a physical blow because this was

the first time in ten years that Daemon Blackwood had asked me for anything in a tone that resembled

vulnerability.

My mind raced. Was he trying to use me because of family pressure? Had he failed with Celeste and decided

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to fall back on the sure thing? This had to be temporary, a way to stabilize his parents while he figured out

how to have both.

“You’re just trying to use me to pacify your parents,” I said, pulling free.

Before he could respond, my father’s car pulled in. Marcus emerged, his expression shifting to cold fury

when he saw us together.

“You need to leave,” I said quickly to Daemon. “Go before this turns into a confrontation.”

Daemon’s jaw clenched, but he finally nodded.

He pulled away just as my father approached. “What did he want?”

“Mom’s looking for you,” I said, not answering. “You should go inside.”

My phone buzzed with a text from Victoria: Please come to dinner. There are things you need to know, things

that might help you understand these past five years.

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