Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

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Linda’s pale face stared back at me from the bathroom mirror, her reflection ghostly under the fluorescent

lights. “Nothing,” she said, her voice flat and hollow. “We knew each other before, but not well.”

I watched her carefully, noting the tension in her shoulders, the way her hands gripped the sink edge until

her knuckles went white. Running into familiar faces was inevitable, but the raw pain in Linda’s eyes when

she’d seen Evan suggested something far more complicated than a casual acquaintance.

“Silver Ridge isn’t that big,” I said quietly, giving her an out. “We’re bound to run into people we know.”

Linda nodded once, sharply, then turned toward the shower without another word. I lay down on the hotel

bed, pulling out my phone to text Evan, but stopped myself halfway through typing. What would I even ask?

It wasn’t my business, and honestly, I had enough complications in my own life without diving into theirs.

I forced myself to focus on work emails instead, responding to Patricia’s questions about tomorrow’s

meeting and reviewing the presentation one more time. By the time I heard the shower turn off, my eyelids

were heavy. I mumbled a goodnight when Linda emerged, her wet hair wrapped in a towel, and fell asleep

almost immediately.

The sharp buzz of my phone jolted me awake at six in the morning. I fumbled for it on the nightstand,

squinting at the screen. My father’s name flashed across it, followed by a wall of text messages that made

my stomach sink.

Your mother’s been called to Moonstone territory. Border dispute needs immediate Council intervention. Can’t

make Harrison’s sixtieth birthday celebration tonight. Need you to represent the family. Gift already sent to

venue. Don’t embarrass us.

I sat up slowly, my mind racing through the implications. Harrison was one of the most influential

businessmen in the werewolf community, with connections spanning multiple packs and territories. His

birthday celebration wasn’t just a party, it was a political event where alliances were reinforced and deals

were made. As Marcus Goldcrest’s daughter, my presence carried weight whether I liked it or not.

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The problem was the morning sickness. I’d barely made it through last night’s dinner without vomiting in

front of important clients. How was I supposed to survive an entire afternoon of rich food and strong

perfumes without exposing my condition?

I called my father, but the line went straight to voicemail. Probably already dealing with the Moonstone

situation. I tried again, then gave up and rolled out of bed, my hand instinctively moving to my still–flat

stomach.

Linda’s bed was already empty, a note on the pillow in neat handwriting: Went to see an old friend. See you

later. – L

I crumpled the note in my fist, suddenly feeling very alone in this unfamiliar city. I tried calling my father

three more times while getting dressed, but he never picked up. The emergency gift he’d mentioned had

been sent directly to the venue, but there was no invitation in my name. That meant I’d have to talk my

way past security.

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By the time I arrived at Riverside Manor, the venue for Harrison’s celebration, I was already exhausted. The

sprawling estate sat on the outskirts of G City, surrounded by manicured gardens and a private lake that

sparkled in the afternoon sun. Luxury vehicles lined the circular driveway, and elegantly dressed guests

filtered through the main entrance in steady streams.

I approached the security checkpoint with my shoulders back and my chin high, channeling every ounce of

Alpha’s daughter confidence I possessed. The guard, a young Beta with nervous eyes, checked his tablet and

frowned.

“I’m sorry, Miss Goldcrest, but I don’t see your name on the guest list.”

“My father, Marcus Goldcrest of Wildfire Pack, sent a gift,” I said smoothly. “There must have been a

communication error. Perhaps you could check with Mr. Harrison directly?”

The guard shifted uncomfortably, clearly torn between following protocol and potentially offending the

daughter of a powerful Alpha. Before he could respond, the low rumble of an engine behind me made my

entire body go rigid.

I knew that sound.

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The black SUV rolled to a stop directly behind my rental car, effectively blocking me in. The driver’s door

opened, and Daemon Blackwood stepped out looking every inch the Alpha heir in a perfectly tailored

charcoal suit.

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His blood–red eyes found mine immediately, and something unreadable flickered across his face. “Need

help?” he asked, his voice carrying just far enough for the security guard to hear.

Every instinct screamed at me to refuse, to maintain the distance we’d finally established after the rejection

ceremony. But I was stuck, my father was unreachable, and Harrison’s celebration was too important to

miss.

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