Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

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Beck’s fist connected with Daemon’s jaw before I could process what was happening. The sharp crack echoed

through the stairwell, and Daemon staggered backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His

blood–red eyes flared with dangerous intensity as he wiped the crimson streak away.

“Defending her?” Daemon’s voice was low and deadly. “What gives you the right?”

Beck positioned himself between us, his pale gray eyes cold. “I don’t have the right, but at least I wouldn’t

force myself on a woman who’s already rejected me while I’m drunk.”

Daemon’s gaze shifted past Beck to lock onto me, anger simmering beneath forced control. “He hit me

because of you, so I won’t hit back.” Then his eyes darkened as they fixed on Beck again. “You live here?”

“Yes, I’m staying at Violet’s place,” Beck’s tone was deliberately provocative. “Temporarily taking care of her.

Got a problem with that?”

The air grew thick with tension. Daemon’s entire demeanor shifted, his Alpha nature rising to the surface

with palpable aggression. I forced myself between them, my hand pressed against Beck’s chest. “Stop. He’s

drunk. There’s no point arguing with someone who’s not thinking straight.”

Turning to face Daemon, I kept my voice flat and cold. “Beck just relocated here and needs a place to stay

until he finds his own apartment. You should go, Daemon.”

Daemon stared at me, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. Instead

of leaving, he just repeated in a dangerously quiet voice, “Temporarily?”

Before anyone could respond, footsteps sounded from above. An elderly neighbor descended the stairs

carrying a plastic bag, the overwhelming stench of fresh fish hitting me like a physical blow. My stomach

revolted instantly. The nausea crashed over me in a wave so powerful I couldn’t suppress it.

I stumbled toward the nearest wall, my hand covering my mouth. It was useless. I found myself doubled

over the stairwell railing, retching violently into the shadows below.

“Violet!” Daeomn was at my side immediately, his hand supporting my back. “What’s wrong? Is it your

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When the worst of it passed, I straightened slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My legs felt

weak, my entire body trembling. “I’m fine,” I managed to say, though my voice came out hoarse. “It’s just

that fish smell.”

“I need both of you to leave me alone.” I tried to pull away, but my balance wasn’t cooperating. Beck caught

my elbow before I could stumble.

“You’re not walking up twelve flights of stairs in this condition,” Beck said firmly.

Another wave of dizziness washed over me, and I found myself leaning against Beck more heavily than I’d

intended. Daemon watched in silence, his expression unreadable. Finally, without a word, he turned and

walked down the remaining stairs, his footsteps echoing until they faded entirely.

Beck adjusted his grip, supporting more of my weight. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

By the time we reached my apartment door, I was shaking from exhaustion. He helped me inside, guided me

to the couch, and disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned with a glass of warm water, his face was

etched with worry.

“Drink this slowly,” he instructed, sitting beside me. He paused, meeting my eyes directly. “Violet, are you

pregnant?”

The glass nearly slipped from my fingers. Water sloshed over the rim, dampening my jeans. When I finally

met his gaze, I found only gentle concern there.

“How did you know?” My voice came out barely above a whisper.

Beck let out a long breath. “My aunt when she was carrying Sienna. She couldn’t stand certain smells either,

especially seafood. And you’ve been tired constantly, wearing that heavy perfume every day.” He paused.

“The baby is Daemon’s?”

I nodded, unable to form words around the sudden tightness in my throat. The tears I’d been holding back

finally broke free, streaming down my face. I set the glass down with shaking hands.

“Yes, it’s his,” I finally managed. “But that doesn’t matter anymore. I want this baby, Beck, but I don’t want

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Daemon. I don’t want anyone to know, not even my closest friends.”

“He has a right to know,” Beck’s voice was gentle but firm. “This is his child.”

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