Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 145

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I shook my head, finally glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Celeste doesn’t have the resources or

connections to do that kind of background investigation. And honestly, I don’t think Daemon would have

specifically looked into where I went either. He’s completely focused on her now, on taking care of her and

building their future together. I doubt my location even crossed his mind when he was arranging her study

abroad.”

“He’s such an asshole,” Sienna muttered, crossing her arms.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said, and surprised myself by meaning it. “The rejection is done. What they

do, where they live, none of that is my problem now.”

The restaurant was busy with the Saturday lunch crowd, but they’d held our reservation for a quiet corner

booth with good natural light. We ordered drinks and appetizers, then settled into the comfortable rhythm

of friends who hadn’t seen each other in too long.

Sienna kept checking her phone throughout the meal, her thumbs flying across the screen with unusual

intensity. When the main courses arrived, she finally looked up with a triumphant expression.

“Got it,” she announced, her voice pitched low but excited. “A friend of mine said. Celeste originally applied

to schools in Moonstone Pack territory. Then suddenly her application was redirected to Silver Ridge

University. Daemon personally intervened to bring her here.”

Lily’s eyebrows rose. “That’s a significant abuse of Alpha authority for personal reasons.”

I sat back against the booth, processing this. No wonder Celeste’s face had gone so pale when I told her I

worked here. She probably thought Daemon had deliberately arranged for her to study in the same pack as

1. me.

I reached for my water glass, my throat suddenly dry. “Sienna, who did you tell about me being in Silver

Ridge? The information got back to Daemon pretty fast.”

She shifted uncomfortably, her earlier confidence evaporating. “Just… a friend from our circle. Word travels,

you know how it is.”

“And who told you about Daemon arranging Celeste’s transfer here?” I pressed, genuinely curious about her

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She bit her lip, that telltale stutter creeping into her voice. “Another friend. I have a lot of contacts, Vi, you

know that.”

Sienna grabbed her fork to cut into her chicken. The moment the piece entered her mouth, her face

transformed from defensive to horrified. She covered her mouth with her hand and practically ran toward

the bathroom.

Lily and I exchanged alarmed glances before following her.

In the bathroom, Sienna was bent over the sink, dry heaving. Her face had gone pale, her hands gripping the

porcelain edge like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

“The chicken tastes so weird,” she gasped between gags. “Something’s wrong with it.”

“Mine tasted fine,” Lily said, her expression shifting from concern to something more analytical, more

knowing.

“Have you been feeling sick lately? Any other symptoms?”

She straightened slowly, wiping her mouth with a paper towel. “Since last month, I guess. Nothing tastes

good anymore. I don’t want alcohol at all, which is super weird for me. I’ve just been craving fruit, like sour

things and sweet things. That’s normal, right?”

Lily and I looked at each other.

“Sienna,” Lily said carefully, her voice gentle but direct. “When I was pregnant, I had the exact same food

aversions. Certain smells and tastes would just trigger this immediate nausea response.”

Sienna’s face went from pale to white. “No. That’s not possible. I can’t be-”

“When was your last period?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer from her reaction.

The silence stretched. Sienna stared at herself in the mirror, her reflection showing all the panic she was

trying to suppress.

“Two weeks late,” she finally whispered. “Maybe closer to three.”

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The bathroom suddenly felt too small, the air too thick. This changed everything. Sienna had always been

the wild one, the friend who scoffed at marriage and babies, who said commitment was a trap for people

without imagination. Hearing her admit to a missed period, possibly being pregnant, felt like reality had

tilted sideways.

Lily’s voice was soft, non–judgmental. “Have you been with anyone recently? Anyone who could be the

father?”

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Sienna’s hands were shaking as she gripped the sink again.

“Just one person,” she said finally, her voice barely audible. “There’s only been one man I’ve slept with in the

past few months.”

Then Sienna’s face changed. The panic hardened into something else, something fierce and almost

frightening in its intensity. She lifted her chin, met our eyes in the mirror, and her voice came out cold and

determined.

“If I’m really pregnant, that man is going to take responsibility. He’s going to step up and be a father, or I

swear I’ll make him regret ever touching me. I’ll destroy him. I’ll make sure he can never have children with

anyone else if he tries to run.”

I felt my eyes widen. This wasn’t the Sienna I knew, the party girl who laughed off consequences and lived

for the moment.

Lily looked equally shocked. “Take responsibility?”

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