Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 172

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Chapter 172

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Several of our colleagues who’d been heading to their own cars stopped to watch, forming an audience I

definitely didn’t want. I kept my expression neutral, my voice flat. “That’s your decision to make.”

Celeste’s voice grew thick with tears. “Everyone thinks I’m a homewrecker now. I can’t bear the rumors

anymore, the cold shoulders, the whispers. It’s too much.”

“You can’t stand the gossip?” I asked, my tone dripping with mockery. “Or you can’t stand that your

innocent victim act isn’t working the way you planned?”

Tears spilled down her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful and fragile. She was good at this, I had to

give her that. The performance was flawless.

“Actually,” I continued, my voice taking on a note of false brightness, “I should thank you. You and Daemon

are perfect for each other, two manipulators who deserve exactly what they’re giving each other. I sincerely

wish you both a long and happy life together.”

I turned toward my car, genuinely ready to leave this circus behind. But then I felt it, that familiar pressure

in the air. Daemon’s scent hit me a moment later, and I turned to find him standing near the garage

entrance, his blood–red eyes fixed on me with an intensity that should have been frightening.

Celeste noticed him too, and something shifted in her expression.

She suddenly rushed toward me, her hand reaching out to grab mine. “Violet, is it because I’m too

despicable? You can hit me if it makes you feel better! Please!”

She tried to force my hand toward her own face, as if I were the one attacking her. I instinctively tried to

pull away, shocked by the audacity of the move. At the exact moment I yanked my hand back, Celeste let

herself fall backward, her body hitting the concrete with a theatrical gasp of pain.

And then Linda, still standing beside me with fury blazing in her eyes, shoved hard against my shoulder.

“You’ve gone too far, Violet!”

My pregnant body’s shifted center of gravity betrayed me. I couldn’t catch myself in time. My knees hit the

ground first, then my hip, and finally my palms scraped against the rough concrete as I tried to break my

fall.

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Pain shot through my lower abdomen, sharp and terrifying.

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I felt it immediately, the warm wetness spreading down my inner thighs. My breath caught in my throat as I

looked down, seeing the dark stain beginning to form on my pants.

Blood.

“My ankle!” Celeste’s cry cut through my panic. She sat on the ground a few feet away, cradling her foot,

which was already visibly swelling.

I couldn’t focus on her, couldn’t think about anything except the baby. My hands moved to my stomach,

pressing gently, desperately, as if I could somehow protect my daughter through sheer will alone.

Daemon was moving toward me, his expression unreadable. I looked up at him, my vision starting to blur at

the edges, and forced the words out through the pain. “Daemon, I think I’m having my period. Heavy flow.

Can you take me to the hospital?”

It was a lie, a desperate cover story, because admitting the truth here and now, in front of all these people,

with Celeste watching, it felt too dangerous, too vulnerable.

Daemon’s brow furrowed, and he took another step in my direction. But before he could reach me, Celeste

let out another sharp cry. “It hurts so much!”

Linda immediately crouched beside her, examining her ankle with practiced efficiency. “Mr. Blackwood,

Celeste needs immediate medical attention. Her hand still hasn’t fully healed from the accident, and now

her ankle-”

The murmurs from our watching colleagues grew louder. “Did you see how hard Miss Goldcrest pushed her?”

“Poor Miss Morrison.”

I wanted to scream at them, to tell them they’d been manipulated, that they hadn’t seen what really

happened. But the pain in my abdomen was intensifying, radiating outward in waves that made it hard to

think, hard to breathe.

My vision swam. I tried to stand, to prove I didn’t need anyone’s help, that I could take care of myself. My

legs shook violently as I pushed myself upright, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying

out.

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“Forget it,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll go to the hospital myself.”

I took one step toward my car, then another. Each movement sent fresh spikes of agony through my body.

Behind me, I could hear Celeste calling out to Daemon, her voice pitched perfectly to sound both hurt and

forgiving.

My hand was on my car door when strong arms suddenly lifted me off my feet. Daemon’s scent surrounded

me as he pulled me against his chest, his voice low and rough as he said, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

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Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 173