Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 150

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“My treat,” Lucian added quickly, his arm tightening around Sienna’s waist. “I owe Daemon anyway for

helping arrange the drone proposal. If he hadn’t made those calls, I’d probably still be trying to track down

Wildcat while she ignored my existence.”

Sienna’s eyes found mine across the room, something complicated passing through her expression that I

understood without words. Daemon knew how to orchestrate romance for his friends, knew how to create

moments that mattered and gestures that would be remembered, but he’d never once done anything

remotely similar for me in five years of marriage.

I drew in a careful breath, forcing my expression to remain neutral and pleasant. I was going to be living in Silver Ridge permanently now, working in the same social and professional circles as Daemon and whatever future he built with Celeste. I needed to get used to seeing them together, to watching him be present and attentive with her in ways he’d never been with me.

“Sounds good,” I heard myself say, the words coming out steadier than I felt. “Where are we going?”

The restaurant Lucian chose was predictably upscale, the kind of place where the waitstaff moved like shadows and the prices weren’t listed on the menu because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford to be there. We split into two cars for the drive, and I volunteered to take Lily, Felix, and Evan in mine, grateful for any excuse to avoid being trapped in a vehicle with Daemon’s overwhelming presence.

Lily had decided to extend her stay in Silver Ridge for a few more days rather than flying back with Sienna tomorrow, claiming she wanted to make sure I was “properly settled” in my new apartment, though I suspected it had more to do with giving me emotional support through what everyone seemed to recognize as a difficult transition period that I was determinedly pretending didn’t bother me at all.

We’d barely settled into our private dining room, the space elegant with dark wood paneling and soft lighting that caught on crystal glasses, when Daemon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting as he stood abruptly and murmured something to Lucian before striding out without a word to the rest of us.

The silence that followed his exit felt heavy. Sienna’s jaw clenched, her eyes going hard as she stared at the door he’d just walked through. “Celeste, I’m guessing,” she said flatly, her voice carrying an edge that made several people shift uncomfortably. “Of course.”

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Lucian reached for her hand, but she pulled away slightly, her body language rigid. “Sienna-”

“Don’t.” She cut him off, though her voice had lost some of its sharpness. “I’m not starting a fight. I just

think it’s funny how some people get emergency response times while others got five years of being an

afterthought.” Her eyes flicked to me briefly, something like protective anger flashing there. “That’s all.”

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The server appeared then to take our orders, the interruption giving everyone a chance to resettle as Sienna

visibly worked to control whatever emotional storm had seized her.

We’d just finished ordering when Daemon returned, but he wasn’t alone. The man who followed him into

the private room was unfamiliar, tall and lean with dark hair and sharp features that suggested mixed

heritage.

“Everyone,” Daemon said, “this is Kael Thorne. Old friend from back home.”

The name triggered a memory. Kael was the son of Daemon’s grandfather’s former Beta.

Kael’s gaze swept the room, his expression friendly and open in a way that suggested he was genuinely

happy to be here, and when his eyes landed on me, his smile widened. “You must be Violet. I’ve heard so much about you over the years. Daemon’s mate, right? It’s great to finally meet you in person.”

The words fell into sudden, excruciating silence as every person in the room seemed to freeze. Kael’s smile faltered as he registered the reactions around him, confusion flickering across his features.

“We completed the rejection ceremony two weeks ago,” Daemon said, his voice utterly devoid of inflection as he delivered the correction that felt like a knife between my ribs even though I’d been the one to push

for exactly this outcome. “She’s not my mate anymore.”

“Oh.” Kael’s face flooded with color, genuine distress replacing his earlier warmth. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ve been in Shadowmoon territory for the past fifteen years, and communication has been spotty at best. I had no idea you two had split.”

“It’s fine,” I managed, the lie tasting bitter. “You couldn’t have known.”