Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 170

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The highway lights blurred past as I drove home, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. My phone

buzzed insistently in the cup holder, Evan’s name flashing across the screen. I’d already seen his text about

Zane trying to reach me, but I wasn’t ready to deal with that conversation through messages alone.

I pulled over into a rest stop and answered. “Evan.”

“Finally.” His voice came through sharp with irritation. “Zane’s been trying to call you all day. Says all his

attempts are going straight to voicemail. What’s going on, Violet?”

The silence stretched between us until I finally admitted, “I blocked all his contacts.”

“You blocked him?” Evan’s tone shifted, something darker creeping in. “Let me guess, this is because your

conscience finally kicked in? Because you didn’t want to keep using him?”

The accusation stung because it was partially true. I’d manipulated Zane, used his feelings to create

distance between him and Celeste, all while knowing I could never return what he felt for me. “Yes,” I said

quietly, my voice barely audible over the ambient noise of the highway. “I realized what I was doing was

wrong.”

Evan let out a harsh breath.

“Can you help keep an eye on him?” The words came out rushed, almost desperate. “Make sure he’s okay? I’ll

owe you one.”

“What kind of favor are we talking about?” There was an edge to his question, something that made my

stomach tighten with unease.

I tried to lighten the mood, forcing a weak laugh. “How about I help you chase Celeste? I could give you

insider tips on-” I stopped myself, reality crashing back. “Actually, forget it. Celeste isn’t worth it. Leave her

for Daemon.”

The silence that followed was heavy, weighted with something I couldn’t quite identify. When Evan spoke

again, his voice was measured, almost careful. “Violet, I’ve been curious about something for a while now.

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Who exactly told you I liked Celeste? And why have you always been so convinced that I’d eventually fall in

love with her?”

My heart stuttered. In my previous life, Evan had been devoted to Celeste, had stood by her side even when

it meant betraying friendships. But this Evan, the one on the other end of this call, sounded nothing like

that version. “You don’t like her?” I asked, my voice small.

“No,” he said flatly. “I don’t.”

“But you told me before that you had feelings for someone,” I pressed, trying to make sense of the

divergence from what I remembered. “Someone whose position made it inappropriate for you to pursue her.

If it’s not Celeste, then who-”

“Why does it have to be Celeste?” Evan’s voice dropped, taking on an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

“Why can’t it be you?”

The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers. I remembered what Sienna had said weeks ago, how

she’d noticed Evan treating me differently, looking at me in ways that went beyond friendship. I’d dismissed

it then, too wrapped up in my own pain to see what was right in front of me.

“Evan, I-” My voice cracked, panic rising in my chest. I was pregnant with another man’s child, there was

no room in my life for this complication, no space for someone else’s feelings when I was barely holding my

own together.

“I’m just making a point, Violet,” he cut in quickly, his tone shifting back to something more controlled.

“Not everything has to revolve around Celeste.”

I exhaled slowly, relief mixing with confusion. But before I could respond, he continued, his voice firm in a

way I’d rarely heard from him. “Stop trying to pair me up with her every chance you get. I have no interest

in Celeste Morrison. None. So do me a favor and stop binding us together like we’re some inevitable package

deal.”

The line went dead. I sat there in my parked car, staring at the darkened screen, my mind racing. The God’s-

eye view I’d been relying on, the knowledge of how things had played out in my previous life, it wasn’t as

reliable as I’d thought. Details were changing, people were making different choices, and I was navigating

blind through a future I’d thought I understood.

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The next morning, my phone’s insistent buzzing dragged me from sleep. I fumbled for it, squinting against

the bright screen. A notification from my pregnancy tracking app filled the display, reminding me that it

had been a month since my last checkup. Below that, a message informed me that the results from my

genetic screening were finally available.

My heart pounded as I opened the full report. Most of it was medical jargon I’d need to research later, but

one line stood out with crystal clarity: Fetal Sex: Female.

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