Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

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“Keep it on,” he said. “Your health isn’t something to gamble with.”

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The concern in his voice threw me off. I wanted to reject it but my teeth were chattering. The coat was still

warm from his body. I pulled it tighter and said nothing.

Daemon got in the driver’s seat and started the engine. His hands gripped the wheel until his knuckles

turned white.

We drove to Blackwood Manor in silence. My ankle pulsed with steady pain. Each turn made me bite my

cheek to keep quiet.

When we arrived, I reached for the door. Daemon was faster. He lifted me out before I could protest.

“I can walk,” I said, but pain shot through my ankle when I tried.

“Clearly.”

He carried me into the manor and up to our bedroom. He set me on the edge of the bed gently. I tried to

scoot back but he caught my uninjured ankle.

“Let me see it.”

“No.” I tried to pull free. “I don’t need your help.”

“You can barely move. Let me check if it’s broken.”

“I said no, Daemon.” I met his eyes. “You don’t get to act concerned now after everything.”

His jaw clenched. “I’ve seen every inch of you. Touched every part of you. There’s nothing modest about

checking an injury.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” He let go but didn’t move away. “Because you’re going out of your way to punish yourself just to spite me.”

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“I don’t need you to take care of me.” Each word was hard to say. “I don’t need you to be good to me like

this. It’s too late for that.”

Something shifted in his expression. He stood and got the first aid kit from the bathroom. He set it on the

bed and stepped back.

“Fine. Do it yourself then.”

I reached for the kit with shaking hands. My fingers felt thick as I tried to unlace my boot. Each movement

sent pain through my leg.

Daemon watched for thirty seconds. Then he made a disgusted sound and dropped to one knee. His hands

brushed mine aside. He unlaced my boot carefully.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I said.

“I know.” He eased the boot off. “Believe me, I know every kindness from me is wasted on you now.”

He examined my ankle carefully. “Not broken. But you’ve got a bad sprain. Keep weight off it for at least a

week.”

“Thank you for the diagnosis, Dr. Blackwood.” The sarcasm felt necessary. “Now if you’re done, I’d like to be

alone.”

He sat back and looked at me. “Where were you actually going with him?”

“None of your business.”

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“You’re my Luna. Everything about you is my business.”

The claim felt hollow. “I stopped being your Luna when you decided Celeste was more important.”

“This again.” He stood. “I told you I would handle the Celeste situation.”

“Handle it how?” I leaned forward despite the pain. “Find her an apartment close enough to visit? Keep your

Luna at home while your real choice waits nearby?”

His silence was answer enough.

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I reached for the bandage. My hands were steadier now. I wrapped my ankle with careful precision.

“I need you to take me to Sienna’s house,” I said. “That’s where I was supposed to go before you made a

scene.”

He turned to face me. “You want me to drive you there? Deliver you to Beck’s doorstep?”

“Beck is Sienna’s cousin. This is normal socialization.”

“He used to have feelings for you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“That was years ago.” I met his eyes. “People move on. Not everyone holds onto the past like a life raft.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing? Holding onto the past?”

“I think you’re so tangled up in what you’ve lost and what you want that you can’t see what’s in front of

you.” I pulled out my phone. “And I’m done being collateral damage.”

I called Sienna. She picked up immediately. “Vi? I thought you were—”

“Can you come pick me up at the manor? I need to get out of here.”

A pause. “Of course. Twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.” I ended the call and looked at Daemon. “You should go. I’m sure Celeste is waiting to hear

from you.”

His face went through several expressions before settling on cold. “This isn’t over, Violet.”

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