Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

“Violet, you haven’t tried anything yet,” Ashton said with concern about ten minutes in. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I managed, pressing my napkin to my lips. “Just–a little carsick from the drive. Would you excuse

me?”

I walked as steadily as I could toward the restrooms. The moment I was out of sight, I broke into a near–run, barely making it into a stall before my stomach rebelled.

1 retched over the toilet, my body trying to expel food that wasn’t there. The dry heaving was worse than actual vomiting, my throat burning as I gasped for air. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

When the worst passed, I cleaned up and stumbled to the sink. I leaned against the wall, gathering strength, before forcing myself back toward the dining room.

I turned the corner and walked straight into someone’s chest, my weakened legs giving out slightly. Strong

hands caught my arms.

“Violet?” The familiar voice made me look up in shock. “What are you doing here?”

Evan Thorne stared down at me, light green eyes wide with surprise.

“You look terrible,” he said bluntly, doctor instincts kicking in. “Are you sick?”

“I’m fine,” I said automatically, trying to pull away, but my legs buckled and his grip tightened.

“You’re not fine.” His eyes narrowed. “You smell like—” He paused, leaning closer. “Like vomit. Violet, are you

drunk?”

“No! I just have an upset stomach. I’m here for work and need to get back-”

“You need to see a doctor,” he interrupted firmly. “Why aren’t you at a clinic?”

“I don’t need a clinic. I need-” Another wave of dizziness hit.

“I’m here for a medical conference,” he said, guiding me slowly down the hallway. “West Coast werewolf

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medical symposium, three days. But right now, I’m getting you back before you collapse.”

We reached the restaurant entrance, where Linda was stepping out, clearly looking for me. The moment she saw Evan, she froze completely, her face draining of all color.

“Linda?” I said, confused.

But Linda wasn’t looking at me. She was staring at Evan like she’d seen a ghost, her eyes wide with horror mixed with something raw and painful.

Evan had gone equally still, his arm around my waist but his entire focus now on Linda. His throat worked as he swallowed hard, light green eyes locked on her face with an intensity I’d never seen from him.

“Linda,” he said, and his voice cracked slightly on her name.

We stood frozen in the hallway, the air thick with tension. Linda took a step backward, her hand coming up as if to ward him off, her whole body trembling.

“I need to-” She couldn’t finish. “Violet, I’ll meet you back at the table.”

She turned and fled back into the restaurant, almost running. Evan made an aborted movement to follow, then stopped, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping.

“You know each other,” I said quietly. It wasn’t a question.

He nodded once, sharply, still staring where Linda had disappeared. His eyes held a pain I’d never seen before, raw and desperate and quickly shuttered.

“I should get you back to your dinner,” he said, voice carefully neutral now. “You need to sit down.”

He helped me back to the table where Linda and Ashton were already deep in conversation about contract terms, though Linda’s voice had a brittle quality that hadn’t been there before. Evan left without another

word.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. Linda was distracted, missing questions and giving delayed

responses. By the end we’d failed to close several key negotiation points. Ashton was understanding,

suggesting we reconvene the next day, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

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Back at the hotel, Linda walked me to my room without speaking. At my door, she paused, her hand raised as if to knock even though it was my room, her whole body screaming that she wanted to say something.

“Goodnight, Violet,” she finally said, voice rough. “Get some rest.”

She turned to leave, but I caught her arm gently. “Linda, are you okay?”

A suspicion was forming in my mind–could Linda and Evan have had some kind of history together? But Evan had never had a girlfriend, as far as I knew. Even Aurora, when he’d started to develop feelings for her, had ended up with Daemon instead.

I looked at Linda’s heavy expression, my heart uneasy. “Is there… something between you and him? Some

kind of problem?”

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