Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

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My phone showed it was only three in the afternoon. Hours until Evan would arrive. I couldn’t stay still,

couldn’t stop my mind from spiraling back to that dream, to Victoria’s story, to the knowledge that my

entire marriage was built on someone else’s death.

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I forced myself to the kitchen and made tea with shaking hands. The routine helped, the familiar motions of

filling the kettle and selecting a mug and waiting for the water to boil. By the time I was sitting at my small

kitchen table with a steaming cup, some of the panic had subsided.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about that wedding night five years ago. About how Daemon had said such

cruel things to me, how he’d shared the bed but never touched me, how cold and distant he’d been. I’d

thought he just didn’t want me, didn’t find me attractive, didn’t care.

Now I knew better. Around one in the morning that night, Daemon had left. I’d heard his car start, had

watched from the window as he drove away from the manor. At the time, I’d assumed he was going to see

one of his friends or maybe to blow off steam after being forced into marriage.

But now I wondered. Had he gone to see Aurora one last time? Had he gone to the place where she’d

drowned herself, to say goodbye to the woman he’d actually loved?

The thought made my stomach turn. My marriage had started with me alone in bed while my husband

mourned his dead true mate.

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to distract myself. I cleaned up the apartment, ordered takeout

because I couldn’t face cooking, and tried to watch TV. But my mind kept circling back to Aurora. To the

photo Victoria had shown me of her and Daemon together, so clearly in love. To the image of her body

pulled from the river. To the knowledge that she’d killed herself on the day Daemon and I were married,

unable to live with losing him.

And I was the reason. Not directly, maybe. But my family’s alliance with the Blackwoods, the political

advantage of our union, the pressure from Daemon’s grandfather–all of it had conspired to destroy Aurora’s

life and trap me in a marriage neither of us wanted.

Around five, I realized I should clean up before Evan arrived. I needed to shower, wash my hair, make myself

presentable. I limped to the bathroom and started the water, adjusting it to the right temperature.

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I was careful getting in, keeping my injured ankle propped on the edge of the tub while I washed my hair

under the spray. The hot water felt good on my tense shoulders, and for a few minutes I let myself just exist

in the steam and warmth without thinking.

When I finished, I turned off the water and carefully stepped out onto the bath mat. I’d gotten out of the

shower and was trying to dry my hair, balancing awkwardly on my good foot. My injured ankle was still

tender and swollen despite Evan’s treatment.

That’s when I stepped on a patch of water I’d missed wiping up. My foot slipped. I went down hard, my knee

cracking against the tile, my hands barely catching me before my head hit.

Pain exploded through my knee and ankle simultaneously. I let out a scream I couldn’t control, sharp and

loud in the small bathroom.

For a moment I just lay there on the cold tile, breathing hard, waiting for the worst of the pain to subside.

Slowly, carefully, I pushed myself up to sitting and examined the damage. My knee was already starting to

bruise. My ankle was throbbing worse than before. But nothing felt broken.

I was trying to figure out how to stand up when my phone started ringing in the living room. I considered

ignoring it, but the ringing was insistent, going on and on.

Finally I crawled out of the bathroom and grabbed it from the coffee table. Daemon’s name flashed on the

screen.

“What the hell was that screaming?” Daemon’s voice was sharp with concern and anger. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” I pulled myself up onto the couch, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through my ankle

and knee.

“You don’t sound fine.”

I pressed my fingers against my throbbing knee. “I’m handling it. You can go back to whatever you were

doing.”

“I’m outside your apartment.” His voice went flat.

My blood went cold. “What?”

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‘Open the door, Violet.”

“No. Absolutely not. You need to leave.”

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“You don’t open the door, I’ll have the lock picked. Your choice.”

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