Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 163

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 163

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“I wanted to explain about the job. I wanted to be independent. I didn’t want to just be someone Daemon

had to take care of.”

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” I said finally. “What you and Daemon do is no longer my concern.”

“But it is, isn’t it? You gave him five years of your life. I never wanted to be the reason for anyone’s pain.”

“Celeste,” I said, my voice gentler than I expected. “You’re not responsible for my failed marriage. That was

broken long before you showed up. Trust me.”

Her baby–blue eyes widened. “I just don’t want you to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” And surprisingly, it was true. “I just want to be left alone.”

Before she could respond, my phone buzzed. A text from Lily: Beck is flying in tonight. Sienna convinced him

to come stay with you for a few days. Hope that’s okay?

“I have to go,” I told Celeste, already walking toward the elevator.

The parking garage was dim and cool. As I reached my car, I spotted Celeste again, this time climbing onto

a beat–up electric scooter. She struggled slightly with her bandaged hand.

A cruel impulse seized me. I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo, then forwarded it to Evan: Your

chance to play hero. She’s riding around on this death trap.

Evan’s response: Tell Daemon yourself.

I rolled my eyes and forwarded the photo to Daemon instead: Your precious princess is riding around on a tin

can with wheels. Thought you’d want to know.

“She shouldn’t be on that scooter. Her hand isn’t healed enough.”

“Then I guess you should buy her a car,” I said sweetly. “Maybe something in baby blue to match her eyes?”

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“I have to go, Daemon. Traffic.” I hung up, a small satisfaction warming my chest.

By the time I reached my apartment building, full darkness had fallen. A sharp knock on my car window

made me jump. Beck stood there, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry to startle you,” he said. “Sienna gave me your address. I hope this isn’t too much of an imposition.”

“It’s fine,” I heard myself say. “Come on up.”

“Sienna said you’ve had a rough couple of weeks,” Beck said, emerging from the guest room. “I’m a pretty

good cook if you’re hungry. Nothing fancy, but I make a mean chicken noodle soup.”

The mention of food made my stomach growl. “That would be nice.”

I watched Beck move around my kitchen with practiced ease.

The soup smelled amazing, and for the first time in days, I felt actual appetite. We sat at my small dining

table in comfortable silence.

“This is really good,” I said after the first few spoonfuls.

Beck smiled. “My mom’s recipe. She insisted I learn to cook before I left home. Said no woman would want a

man who couldn’t feed himself.”

We talked about inconsequential things–his work, my new job, Sienna and Lucian’s bonding ceremony.

Nothing heavy, nothing complicated.

After dinner, Beck insisted on doing the dishes. “Thank you for this,” I told him. “For being here. I didn’t

realize how much I needed this.”

“Anytime,” Beck said simply. “Sienna obviously cares about you a lot. That makes you worth looking after.”

Something about the way he said it made my throat tight. I blinked back sudden tears, blaming it on

pregnancy hormones.

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“I should probably get some sleep,” I said, standing.

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The next morning, I woke to the smell of eggs and toast. Beck had left a note: Headed out early for a work call. Eat something. – B

At work, the day passed in a blur. It was late afternoon when I was heading back to my office with documents for marketing. I’d almost made it to the elevator when I heard her voice.

“Violet! Wait!”

Celeste hurried toward me, carrying an expensive–looking gift bag.

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