Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

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The video call ended abruptly, Sienna’s face disappearing from my screen before I could ask any follow–up

questions. I’d barely opened my mouth to say something when she cut me off with a rushed “Vi, I have

another call coming in, gotta go!” and then the screen went black. I stared at my laptop for a moment,

processing what she’d just told me. Celeste’s hand, permanently damaged. The car accident happening after

a fight with her parents about an arranged date. Ruby trying to force her daughter to “see reality” while

Celeste clung desperately to her fantasy of becoming Daemon’s Luna.

I should have felt satisfied. This was karma, wasn’t it? The woman who’d helped destroy my marriage, who’d

stood beside Daemon while I knelt in the rain during that rejection ceremony in my past life, now facing

her own consequences. But satisfaction didn’t come. Instead, I felt hollow. What did Celeste’s damaged hand

actually change for me? Nothing. It didn’t undo the past five years of humiliation. It didn’t erase the mate

bond that had slowly strangled my sense of self. All it did was confirm that everyone in this story was

broken in their own way, caught in patterns we couldn’t seem to escape.

My phone rang late that night, dragging me from restless half–sleep. Daemon’s name lit up the screen. I

stared at it for three rings before answering, my heart rate oddly steady. No panic. No desperate hope. Just

curiosity about what he could possibly want now.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” His voice was controlled, but I could hear the suppressed anger

underneath.

I sat up against the headboard, pulling the blanket around my shoulders against the night chill. “My travel

plans aren’t your concern. You should be focused on Celeste right now, shouldn’t you? I heard about her

hand.”

Silence stretched between us. When he spoke again, his voice had shifted to something softer but still edged

with restraint. “I agree to the rejection ceremony. Since you’re in Silver Ridge, we don’t need to go back to

the Council. We can do it over the phone. Mutual rejection is binding.”

My breath caught. For months I’d been pushing for this, and now he was just offering it? “Why the sudden

change of heart?”

“Does it matter?” He sounded tired. “You wanted your freedom. I’m giving it to you. Do you want to do this

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I thought about asking more questions, demanding explanations, but what would be the point? He was

finally letting me go. Maybe Celeste’s accident had shifted something in him, made him realize he couldn’t

keep clinging to a political arrangement when his true mate needed him.

“Now is fine,” I said, my voice steady. “I, Violet, reject you as my Alpha.”

His response came immediately, formal and final. “I, Daemon, reject you as my Luna. From this moment, the

mate connection between us is severed.”

Heat flared at the back of my neck where his mark had been, a burning sensation that made me gasp. Then

it faded, taking with it that background hum of awareness I’d carried for five years, that constant sense of

where Daemon was and what he might be feeling. The emptiness that replaced it was profound.

Neither of us spoke. The silence stretched until it became unbearable, and then Daemon hung up without

another word.

I sat in my dark bedroom, one hand pressed to my neck, feeling the absence of what had defined so much of

my adult life. Free. I was finally free.

I immediately sent messages to Sienna, Lily, Jade, and my parents. The text was simple: “It’s done. Daemon and I completed the rejection tonight. Please keep this quiet for now. I don’t need it broadcast to the whole pack. My parents deserved to know, and my closest friends, but I had no interest in public spectacle. If Daemon wanted to announce it to his circle, that was his business. He’d probably tell Evan and his other friends, definitely his parents, and certainly Celeste. But that world was no longer mine to worry about.

The next two weeks passed in a blur of work and settling into my new routine. Daemon never called again. I didn’t reach out either. The silence between us felt appropriate, like we’d both finally accepted what should

have been obvious from the beginning.

Saturday morning, Sienna called with news that made me actually smile for the first time in days. “Lily and I are flying out to celebrate your freedom! We land tomorrow afternoon. Clear your schedule, we’re taking

you out.”

“You’re really coming all the way here?” Warmth spread through my chest at the thought of seeing them.

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