Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Kael slid into the empty seat across from me, still looking mortified, and I caught Evan watching the

exchange with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Lily’s hand found mine under the table, her fingers

squeezing gently in silent support that I appreciated even as I couldn’t quite bring myself to return the

pressure.

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The conversation gradually resumed, people making valiant efforts to move past the uncomfortable moment

as Kael explained his long absence from Frost Pack. He’d gone to Shadowmoon territory for what was

supposed to be a temporary educational exchange program after high school graduation, planning to study

their different approach to Pack management and Beta training, but he’d ended up staying, building a career and a life there that had kept him away for over a decade.

“I heard about your father,” Daemon said quietly, something like genuine sympathy softening his usually

harsh features. “Old Beta Thorne was a good man. I’m sorry we couldn’t be there for the funeral.”

Kael’s expression went distant, grief flickering through his eyes. “He had lung cancer. It was aggressive, and

by the time they caught it, there wasn’t much they could do. He died last spring.”

“If I’d known-” Evan started, his own distress evident in the tightness around his eyes. “I would have come

back for the service.”

“He wouldn’t have wanted a big production,” Kael said, though his voice had gone rough with emotion. “He always hated funerals, said they were too much noise for a man trying to find peace. We kept it small, just

immediate family and a few close friends from Shadowmoon.”

Daemon raised his glass, the gesture somehow managing to be both casual and weighted with significance.

“To Old Beta Thorne. A good man and a better friend.”

The toast rippled around the table, everyone lifting their glasses in solemn acknowledgment of a loss we

were only just learning about.

The server arrived then with the first course, and I was grateful for the distraction as plates were distributed and conversation shifted to safer topics. But when they set the main course in front of me, grilled sea bass in a lemon butter sauce that would normally have made my mouth water, the smell hit me like a physical blow.

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My stomach lurched violently, saliva flooding my mouth in warning as nausea crashed over me in a wave so

intense I barely had time to press my napkin to my lips before pushing back from the table. I mumbled

something about the restroom, not waiting for a response as I fled the private dining room on legs that felt

unsteady beneath me.

I made it to the bathroom just in time, crashing through a stall door and dropping to my knees in front of

the toilet as my stomach emptied itself with brutal efficiency. Everything I’d eaten earlier came up in

painful heaves that left me gasping and shaking, the taste of bile burning my throat as tears streamed down

my face from the physical violence of it.

When the worst of it passed, I slumped back against the stall wall, breathing carefully through my mouth as

I waited to see if there was more coming. My whole body felt weak and wrung out, a cold sweat breaking out

across my skin that made me shiver despite the bathroom’s pleasant temperature.

This wasn’t normal. I’d had mild stomach issues before, stress–induced nausea that came and went, but

nothing like this sudden, overwhelming sickness. I pressed a shaking hand to my abdomen, my mind racing

through possibilities I didn’t want to acknowledge even as alarm bells started ringing louder in my head

with each passing second.

My periods had never been regular, not since I was a teenager. The stress of being Luna, of constantly

monitoring my body and behavior, of living in a state of perpetual tension, had wreaked havoc on my cycle

to the point where I’d stopped tracking it years ago because the irregularity only added to my anxiety. So I

hadn’t thought anything of missing the last couple months, had assumed it was just my body continuing its

pattern of unpredictability.

But now, standing on shaking legs and moving to the sink to rinse my mouth and splash cold water on my

face, I forced myself to think back to the last time Daemon and I had been together. I’d completely

forgotten about taking emergency contraception.

My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, face pale and eyes too wide, lips pressed together so hard

they’d gone white at the edges. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when I’d finally gotten free,

not when I was just starting to build something new.

But even as I tried to deny it, my mind was already cataloging symptoms I’d been ignoring. The exhaustion that seemed to follow me everywhere lately. The way certain smells had started bothering me more than

usual. The tenderness in my breasts that I’d attributed to hormonal fluctuation. And now this violent nausea, so sudden and complete that it felt like my body was staging a revolt.

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The bathroom door opened, making me jump, and Lily’s worried face appeared in the mirror behind mine.

“Violet? Sienna sent me to check on you.”

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