Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Violet’s POV:

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The slap echoed in the quiet street like a gunshot, sharp and final. Linda’s hand hung in the air for a

moment before dropping to her side, trembling. Daemon’s face turned sharply to the left from the impact, a

vivid red handprint blooming across his cheek. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch, just stood there absorbing the

blow like he’d been expecting it all along.

“That’s for Aurora,” Linda’s voice cracked, raw with years of suppressed rage. Her entire body shook as she

stared at him with eyes that held nothing but pure, concentrated hatred. “My sister. The one you destroyed.”

The words hit me harder than the slap itself. Aurora. Linda’s sister. The pieces I’d been unconsciously

collecting over the past few days suddenly snapped into place with brutal clarity. Linda’s visceral reaction to

men, her bitterness when discussing werewolf politics, the deep–seated anger that seemed to simmer just

beneath her professional exterior. It all made sense now.

“She left a note before she killed herself,” Linda continued, her voice dropping to something cold and

deadly. “Do you know what it said? She begged me not to go after you. Said it wasn’t your fault, that she

made her own choices. Even dying, she was protecting you.”

Daemon’s jaw tightened, the only visible sign of emotion on his otherwise stone–like face. His blood–red

eyes remained fixed on some point beyond Linda’s shoulder, refusing to meet her gaze. The silence

stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

“But I can’t do it,” Linda’s laugh was bitter, broken. “I can’t let it go. Not when you’re still walking around

like nothing happened, while she’s been dead for five years.”

I stood frozen, my hand instinctively moving to cover my still–flat stomach. The baby inside me stirred

slightly, as if sensing the tension radiating through my body. This was Aurora’s sister. The woman I’d been

sharing a hotel room with, working alongside for days, was the sister of Daemon’s dead first love.

Linda’s eyes suddenly shifted to me, and I saw the hatred there multiply, redirecting some of its venom in

my direction. “And you,” she spat. “Did you know? When you married him, did you know he had someone he

loved? Someone he drove to suicide?”

“No.” The word came out steady, calmer than I felt. “I didn’t know about Aurora until recently. And her

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death has nothing to do with me.”

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“Nothing to do with you?” Linda’s voice rose, drawing the attention of a few hotel staff members who quickly looked away. “You married him! You became his Luna! You helped him bury what he did to her!”

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“I was as much a victim of this marriage as Aurora was,” I said quietly, meeting her eyes directly. “Whatever

happened between them, whatever guilt Daemon carries, it’s not mine to bear. I’ve spent five years paying

for choices that weren’t mine to make.”

Linda’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She looked like she wanted to hit me too, to transfer some of

that consuming rage onto a living target she could actually hurt. But something in my steady gaze must

have given her pause.

“I don’t want any part of this anymore, Linda.” I took a deliberate breath, feeling the weight of exhaustion

settling into my bones. The pregnancy was making everything harder, every emotion more intense, every

confrontation more draining. “I’m done being dragged into other people’s past. This ends here.”

I turned toward the hotel entrance, needing to get away before the nausea building in my stomach became

impossible to hide.

The suite door opened an hour later, and Linda entered. Her eyes were swollen and red, mascara tracks still

visible on her cheeks despite obvious attempts to wash them away. She looked at me briefly, her expression

unreadable, then walked straight to her bedroom and closed the door with a quiet click that felt louder than

a slam.

The next morning came too soon. I woke to find Linda already dressed in her business suit, her face

carefully composed into a professional mask. The red–rimmed eyes from last night were hidden behind

expertly applied makeup.

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