Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 169

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 169

He walked to his SUV, paused with his hand on the door handle. For a heartbeat, I thought he might turn

around. Instead, he jerked the door open with enough force to rock the entire vehicle, climbed in, and

slammed it shut. The engine roared to life, and then he was gone, taillights disappearing into the night.

I released Beck slowly, my arms falling to my sides. Beck turned to face me, the anger drained from his

expression, replaced by concern.

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The next two days passed in a blur. Beck had found a new apartment nearby and was preparing to move out.

“If you don’t mind, I can pay rent and keep staying here,” Beck said on the second evening, his expression

worried. “You’re pregnant and living alone. It’s not safe.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I said, forcing a smile. “Your new place is nearby anyway. If I need anything, I’ll ask

for your help.”

After he left, the apartment felt suddenly empty, the silence pressing in from all sides. Pregnancy hormones

were making every emotion feel amplified. I shook off the melancholy, took a shower, and forced myself to

focus on the routine of daily life.

At least Daemon hadn’t shown up in the past few days. I didn’t know if he’d returned to Frost Pack or if he

was staying with Celeste, and I told myself I didn’t care.

Friday arrived with an email announcement about a weekend team–building event. Patricia was organizing it

and had invited several related departments, including Marketing. Which meant Celeste would be there.

The planning meeting was scheduled for Friday afternoon. I arrived early, settling into a chair near the

window with my laptop. Then Linda walked in with Celeste at her side.

“Violet,” Celeste said, her voice soft and uncertain. “It’s good to see you.”

I kept my gaze fixed on my laptop screen, fingers moving across the keyboard. I didn’t acknowledge her

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greeting, didn’t even look up. The room fell into an awkward silence.

Linda stepped in smoothly. “Violet’s been under a lot of work pressure lately. Don’t take it personally,

Celeste.”

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I still didn’t respond. The meeting started, and every time Celeste spoke, I made a point of looking away. When she tried to make eye contact, I deliberately avoided her gaze.

By the time the meeting ended, the tension in the room was palpable.

Saturday arrived gray and drizzly. The team–building event was being held at a rented villa in the suburbs.

Most of my colleagues had already arrived when I pulled up, and I could hear laughter and music coming from the back patio.

The smell of grilling meat was already making my stomach uneasy, so I drifted toward the lake, hoping the fresh air would help. Linda and Celeste stood together on the patio, looking comfortable together, almost

like real sisters.

I turned away, heading for the far side of the terrace where I could be alone. I leaned against the railing,

breathing in the cool air and trying to calm my churning stomach.

“Violet?”

I didn’t turn around. Linda’s footsteps approached.

“We need to talk,” she said.

“No, we don’t.” I kept my gaze fixed on the gray water.

“Why are you treating Celeste like that?” Linda moved to stand beside me. “She hasn’t done anything to

you.”

I finally turned to look at her directly. “So?”

Linda’s jaw clenched. “Celeste looks so much like my sister Aurora. But her personality is gentler. Sometimes I think if my sister had been more like her, maybe things would have ended differently.”

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“Don’t talk to me about your sister,” I said, my voice cutting. “I’ve told you before–I didn’t know her, I had

nothing to do with what happened to her. You need to tell Celeste that she’s your dead sister’s replacement,

and let her understand how important and irreplaceable your sister was in Daemon’s heart.”

Linda’s expression turned cold with fury. “I’ve told her she reminds me of my late sister. But I would never

tell her about Aurora and Daemon’s past. I’m not as cruel as you.”

“I’m cruel?” I almost laughed. “Just because of someone I never even knew, I’m supposed to carry this guilt?

Should I go jump in a river too, to atone for your sister’s death?”

Linda’s face twisted with hatred. I held my ground, meeting her glare with my own.

“Linda, you need to get this through your head,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “I wasn’t the third

party between your sister and Daemon. But Celeste is the third party between Daemon and me. Don’t talk to

me about true love. You can love her and protect her all you want. I was willing to go through with the

rejection ceremony and let the mistress take my place–that’s the most mercy I can show. Don’t push me to

do something she won’t be able to handle.”

The threat hung in the air between us.

Then I heard it. A soft gasp from behind us.

We both turned to see Celeste standing in the doorway. Her face was pale, her baby blue eyes wide with

shock and hurt. Behind her, several of our colleagues stood frozen, obviously having heard at least part of

the conversation.

“Celeste-” Linda started forward, but Celeste stumbled backward, shaking her head.

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed from inside the villa, and then Daemon burst through the doorway. He

must have been on his way here when Celeste called him. His blood–red eyes took in the scene immediately

-Celeste crying, Linda frozen in guilt, me standing with my arms crossed, and the small crowd of

colleagues pretending not to stare.

Celeste’s face collapsed completely. She allowed Daemon to guide her toward the parking area, her

shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Linda followed them, shooting me one last look of pure hatred before disappearing inside.

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I stood alone on the terrace, acutely aware of the stares and whispered conversations behind me.

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I turned and walked back into the villa, gathered my things, and headed for my car.

As I drove away, I caught a glimpse of Daemon’s black SUV in the parking area. Celeste sat in the passenger

seat, her face buried in her hands, while Daemon stood outside talking urgently on his phone.

My phone buzzed as I merged onto the highway. A text from Evan.

“Violet, this is Evan. Zane’s been trying to reach you. He says all his calls are going to voicemail. Is

everything alright?”

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