Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 137

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 137

Violet’s POV:

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Daemon’s knocking grew louder. “Violet, I’m counting to ten. If you don’t open this door, I’m getting

someone to pick the lock.”

I didn’t want to see him. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aurora’s face from those photos. I saw the girl

Daemon had actually loved. The girl whose death had made room for me.

“The code is 0703,” I finally called out. “Your birthday.”

The door beeped and opened.

I pulled the towel tighter. From the beginning to the end, I was the only idiot here. The door code was still

his birthday. That fact made me feel pathetic.

Daemon appeared in the doorway. His red eyes found me on the floor by the coffee table. He looked at my

towel, my swollen ankle, my bleeding knee. His pupils shrank.

Then he laughed. It wasn’t a happy sound. “The code’s still my birthday?”

My face burned. “I set it in college. Haven’t changed it yet.”

“Right.” He moved toward me. “Let me help you up.”

“I can do it myself.” I tried to stand. The moment weight hit my right foot, pain exploded. My knee buckled.

I fell forward.

Daemon caught me and pulled me against his chest. He stumbled back and his foot hit the coffee table hard.

He sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?” The words came out before I could stop them.

He didn’t answer. His arms locked around me. I could feel his heart pounding. His scent surrounded me-

sandalwood and leather. It used to make me feel safe.

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Now it just made me angry.

“Put me down.”

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He carried me to the bedroom and set me on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and pressed it to my chest. The

towel had shifted. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Daemon stepped back. “You hurt both feet now. Great.”

“I was fine until you showed up.”

“You were on the floor screaming. That’s not fine.” He examined my ankle. “This is worse. You’ve been

walking on it.”

“What else was I supposed to do? Crawl?”

“You’re supposed to rest it.”

“Well, Evan’s not here.”

“Like fall in the shower?” He looked up at me.

“I slipped.”

He made a sound that might have been a laugh. “Already limping on one side. Had to match the other?”

“Get out.”

He didn’t move.

I tried to pull my leg away. Pain shot through my knee. I gasped and fell back.

Daemon went to my closet. “You need clothes.”

“I can dress myself.”

“You can barely sit up.” He found pajamas and underwear. His fingers hooked carefully under a pair of

panties. His face was blank but his movements were stiff.

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He set everything on the bed and turned his back. “Get dressed.”

I pulled on the clothes under the blanket. My hands shook. Everything hurt.

“Done.”

He turned around and checked. “Can you walk?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’ll carry you to the couch.”

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He lifted me before I could argue. I was pressed against his chest again. His heartbeat was steady. His scent

was everywhere.

I looked away.

He set me on the couch and propped pillows under my ankle. Then he sat on the coffee table.

“I need to talk to you,” he said. “About what my mother told you. About Aurora.”

The name hit like a punch. I stared at the window. Sleet was falling.

“What’s there to talk about?” My voice was flat. I thought about what Victoria had told me. Maybe his

parents accepted Celeste so quickly because they’d already destroyed his first love. Maybe they didn’t want

to be that cruel twice. “Aurora was your true mate. You loved her. Your family forced you to marry me. She

killed herself on our mating day.”

Something dark moved in his eyes. “That’s the simple version.”

“How did you meet her?”

“Through a friend. At a party. We started seeing each other.”

A friend. I’d ask Evan about that later.

“And Celeste?” I looked at him. “She looks like Aurora.”

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His jaw tightened. “Yes.”

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Of course. Celeste was a second chance. A ghost made flesh. And I was just the obstacle.

His phone rang. The screen said: Celeste.

“Answer it.”

He stared at the phone.

“Answer it. She needs you.”

He stood and answered. His voice changed: It became gentle. Concerned. Everything it never was with me.

“What’s wrong?”

I heard Celeste crying through the phone. Daemon’s expression changed. It became focused and intense.

“I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up and looked at me.

“I have to go.”

Of course. When Celeste needed him, nothing else mattered. Not me. Not my injuries. Not Aurora.

“Go. She needs you more than I do.”

Something flickered across his face. “I’ll send Evan to help with your injuries.”

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