Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

“We need to talk about last night,” I said as she reached for her laptop bag.

She paused, her shoulders stiffening. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Linda, I understand you’re angry, but we still have to work together. We can’t—”

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“You already got what you wanted, didn’t you?” She turned to face me, and I saw the bitter resentment still

burning there. “You were his Luna. You had the position, the title, all of it.”

“Had,” I emphasized, standing despite the wave of morning sickness making my head spin. “Daemon and I completed the rejection ceremony. We’re not mates anymore. I left Frost Pack territory specifically to get

away from him.”

Linda’s expression flickered with surprise, then something more complicated. Confusion maybe, or

suspicion. “Then why were you defending him last night?”

“I wasn’t defending him. I was defending myself.” I fought down the urge to vomit, breathing slowly through

my nose. “I’m just trying to explain that I’m not your enemy. What happened to Aurora was a tragedy, but I

can’t let you punish me for something I had no part in.”

The silence between us stretched tight as a wire. Linda’s jaw worked as she processed my words, her hands

gripping her laptop bag until her knuckles went white.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice cold and clipped. “We’ll keep this professional. The contract needs to be

finalized by Friday, so we stick to business only. Don’t expect me to be friendly about it.”

It wasn’t forgiveness, wasn’t even really acceptance, but it was something. A temporary truce born of

professional necessity.

“I can work with that,” I replied.

The flight back to Silver Ridge was mercifully uneventful. Linda sat in the seat beside me, headphones in,

deliberately ignoring my existence. I was too tired to be offended.

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Aiden met us at headquarters with warm handshakes and genuine praise. “Excellent work, both of you. The

G City contract is going to be huge for our expansion plans.”

“Thank you,” I managed, fighting down another wave of nausea.

“Violet, I need you to take these documents down to marketing,” Aiden said, handing me a thick folder.

“They’re working on the promotional materials for the new product line.”

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The walk to the marketing department took longer than usual–I had to stop twice to let waves of dizziness

pass–but I made it eventually. The marketing floor was buzzing with activity, young employees clustered

around computer screens, debating color schemes and taglines.

“Oh, Ms. Goldcrest! Have you met our new livestream hosts yet?” one of the younger staff members called

out. “We just hired them this week.”

Before I could respond, the group parted slightly, and I saw her.

Celeste Morrison stood in the center of the cluster, looking exactly like the kind of girl who belonged in

front of a camera. Her honey–blonde hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore a Chanel–style tweed jacket

that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent. Her right hand was still bandaged, but the

dressing looked professionally done and almost fashionable.

Our eyes met across the room. Her expression shifted through several emotions in rapid succession-

surprise, embarrassment, something that might have been guilt–before settling on a carefully constructed

smile.

“Violet!” The marketing director appeared at my elbow. “Perfect timing. This is Celeste Morrison, one of our

music and lifestyle livestream hosts.”

Celeste stepped forward. “Ms. Goldcrest, what a small world. We keep running into each other.”

Of course Daemon had gotten her this job. Of course he’d arranged for her to work at his family’s company.

‘Indeed,” I said neutrally. “Congratulations on the new position.”

“Thank you! Alpha Blackwood was kind enough to provide a reference.”

Of course he was.

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“Well, I won’t keep you,” I said, already turning to leave. “I’m sure you have a lot to learn.”

I made it halfway to the elevator before I heard footsteps hurrying behind me.

“Violet, wait!” Celeste caught up to me, slightly breathless. “Can we talk? Just for a minute?”

I stopped and turned to face her. “What do you want, Celeste?”

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