Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 133

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“You’re right,” I agreed quietly. “It won’t be over until one of us finally has the courage to end it properly.”

He stared at me for a long moment. Then he turned and walked out. The door closed with a soft click that

felt more final than any slam.

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I sat in the silence, listening to his footsteps fade. Then his car engine. Only when he drove away did I

slump back against the pillows.

Ember whined in my mind, confused and hurt. I didn’t have comfort to offer her. We were both trapped in a

situation that had stopped making sense..

My phone buzzed with a text from Sienna. On my way. Bringing ice cream and extremely explicit opinions

about your husband.

Despite everything, I smiled a little.

Twenty minutes later, I heard aggressive honking from the driveway. I grabbed my bag and hobbled to the

stairs. Each step hurt but I made it down.

Sienna was already at the door. “That absolute bastard,” she announced. “I hope he dies alone and

miserable.”

“Get in line,” I muttered. She slipped under my arm and took most of my weight. “The list is getting pretty

long.”

We made it to her SUV. Once we were driving away from the manor, I finally relaxed slightly.

“So,” Sienna said. “Want to talk about it or should we find something to vandalize with Daemon’s name on

it?”

“How about we start with that ice cream and work our way up?”

She grinned. “I like the way you think.”

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The Walsh family home was smaller than Blackwood Manor but warmer. Actually lived in rather than

maintained as a showpiece. Sienna’s parents were out at a Pack Council dinner. Just us and Beck, who

appeared from the kitchen when we came in.

He looked concerned when he saw me limping. “Violet, your ankle–is it serious?”

“Just a sprain.” Sienna guided me to the couch. “I’ll survive.”

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Beck’s expression turned guilty. “I feel like I should apologize. If I hadn’t been there, Daemon wouldn’t have

“Stop.” I cut him off before he could finish. “What Daemon does isn’t your responsibility. It’s his, and maybe

mine for not drawing harder lines earlier. But not yours.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but Sienna jumped in. “Vi’s right. Daemon’s been looking for excuses to

act like a jealous asshole for months. If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else.”

Beck nodded slowly, though the guilt didn’t entirely leave his face. “I was about to start lunch. It’s past two

and none of us have eaten, right?”

My stomach reminded me I’d skipped breakfast. “Lunch would be amazing.”

“Done.” Beck smiled. “Any requests?”

Sienna jumped in before I could answer. “Oh, I know what Vi likes. Remember that Thai place near campus?

She always got-”

“The green curry with extra basil and those spring rolls with peanut sauce,” Beck said quietly, not looking

up from where he was gathering ingredients. “And she’d always ask for the spice level at a six, not the full

ten.”

There was a beat of silence. Sienna’s grin turned absolutely wicked. “See? My brother remembers

everything.”

I felt heat creep up my neck. Beck’s face had gone slightly red too. He shot his sister a look that clearly said

not now, but he didn’t deny it. He just gave me a rueful expression that confirmed everything.

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Beck called from the kitchen that lunch was almost ready. Sienna went to help. I stayed on the couch with

my ankle propped up.

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When we sat down to eat, the normalcy almost made me want to cry. Instead I focused on the food and easy

conversation. The dishes Beck had made weren’t Thai, but they were good and warm and exactly what I

needed.

Sienna took a bite and hummed appreciatively. “Okay, I know I tease you about remembering Vi’s college

orders, but seriously, when are you going to stop being so obvious?”

“Sienna,” I said, reaching over to cover her mouth with my hand. “Stop talking.”

She dodged, laughing. “What? I’m just pointing out facts! Are you going to try to murder your future sister-

in–law?”

“Future-” I yanked my hand back. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m helpful,” she corrected cheerfully. “There’s a difference.”

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