Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

We talked for a few more minutes before she claimed she had another appointment and hung up with suspicious haste, leaving me staring at my phone and wondering exactly how much my friends and family had been discussing my future behind my back. The thought made me restless, made me need to move and think and process everything somewhere outside my parents‘ watchful eyes, so I grabbed my keys and headed for my motorcycle, planning to ride to the nearby coffee shop and clear my head with caffeine and

distance.

The parking lot was crowded for a Sunday afternoon, full of families coming and going with to–go cups and pastry boxes, but I found a spot near the back and was maneuvering my bike into position when I spotted a familiar black Range Rover parked in the handicapped spot. My heart did something uncomfortable in my chest, and I slowed down, peering through my helmet visor at the SUV’s passenger side. The door opened, and Celeste stepped out, her blonde hair catching the late afternoon sunlight as she leaned back into the vehicle to say something to whoever was driving. She straightened after a moment and climbed back in, and the SUV pulled forward slowly, heading toward the exit.

That’s when Daemon saw me. The Range Rover lurched to a stop so suddenly that I heard the screech of brakes and the angry honking of the car behind him, and through the windshield I could see Celeste’s body pitch forward with the momentum before the seatbelt caught her. Daemon threw open his door and climbed out, his expression unreadable as he started walking toward me with long, deliberate strides that made my pulse spike with something that might have been fear or anticipation or just sheer exhaustion at having to

deal with him again.

I finished parking my bike and pulled off my helmet, meeting his eyes as he approached.

“When are you coming back to the estate?” he asked without preamble.

“We’ll see,” I said, matching his tone. “You should worry about her first instead of bothering me.”

I didn’t mention Silver Ridge. With Daemon’s current wavering attitude, if he knew I was planning to leave

the Pack, who knew what complications he’d create. Better to present him with a done deal once I was

already gone. Distance would make it harder for him to interfere, and by then, what could he really do about

it?

Behind him, Celeste had gotten out of the SUV and was walking toward us with hesitant steps, her

expression carefully arranged into something that looked like concern mixed with embarrassment. She

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stopped a few feet away, close enough to be part of the conversation but far enough to maintain plausible

deniability.

“Violet, Celeste said softly, her voice pitched perfectly to convey distress without being overly dramatic.

“I’m sorry you have to see this. I know it looks bad.”

I raised an eyebrow and waited, curious to see what excuse she’d come up with this time. She didn’t

disappoint.

“I ran off earlier today because I was upset about something,” she continued, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a gesture that was probably supposed to look vulnerable. “My parents thought Daemon encouraged me to leave home, so they called him and made a scene. He’s just trying to take me back and

explain things to them so they’ll stop blaming him for my decisions.”

I glanced at Daemon and saw him watching Celeste with something complicated and pained, but he didn’t contradict her story or offer any additional context. He just stood there, letting her control the narrative, and I felt a cold laugh rising in my chest. This was Celeste’s specialty: maintaining that perfect image of the sweet, selfless girl who only wanted to spare everyone trouble, always painting herself as the innocent victim who never meant to cause problems, while Daemon willingly played the knight rushing to her rescue

every single time.

“I see,” I said finally, my voice completely neutral. “Well, I won’t keep you two. Good luck with the

Morrisons.”

I put my helmet back on and started my engine, drowning out whatever polite goodbye Celeste was

attempting, and pulled out of the parking lot without looking back.

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