Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 175

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“Tsk, aren’t they everywhere?” I waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t forget when I was pursuing you, there

were plenty of others pursuing me. I was just too stubborn to see anyone else.”

Daemon’s blood–red eyes bored into mine. “Why can we still talk so calmly like this?” he asked suddenly. “I’ve been thinking about something. Did you change suddenly, or gradually? My instinct tells me you

changed overnight, but I don’t know what triggered it.”

The question caught me off guard. Daemon sensed the wrongness of it. The impossible speed of my

emotional detachment.

Because I did change overnight, I thought. Because I died and came back.

But I couldn’t say any of that. So instead, I shrugged. “What’s so strange about that? Didn’t you fall for

Celeste at first sight too? It’s just a matter of an instant. Who can explain it clearly?”

Daemon’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so? Or is it because you have someone new?”

“Why do you care so much about whether I have someone new?” I shot back.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. The silence stretched between us.

Finally, I turned onto my side. I presented my back to him. “What you can’t have and what you’ve lost will

always seem the best, right? Don’t come looking for me anymore. I don’t want to be involved between you

and Celeste. I wish you both happiness.”

The silence that followed was so long I thought maybe he’d left. But then his voice came, low and rough: “If

this is what you truly want, fine. I’ll respect your choice.”

I heard him stand. I heard his footsteps cross to the door. The handle turned. Then he was gone.

Three days passed in a blur of medical checks and enforced bed rest. Dr. Chase was pleased with my

progress. The bleeding had stopped completely. The ultrasound showed my daughter’s heartbeat growing

stronger.

On the third day, I was scrolling through my phone when a notification from the Pack gossip forum popped

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1. up. The post was pinned at the top: “Alpha Daemon Blackwood has formally dissolved his mate bond with

Violet Goldcrest. The separation was conducted according to traditional Pack law and is effective

immediately.”

I stared at the words. Reading them over and over. He’d done it. He’d actually made it public.

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I closed the forum when my phone rang. The caller ID showed “Victoria Blackwood.” My first instinct was to

let it go to voicemail. But the phone kept ringing.

“Hello, ma’am,” I answered. I deliberately used the formal address.

“Violet.” Victoria’s voice came through tight with concern. “I heard you were hospitalized. What happened?”

“I’m fine, ma’am,” I said carefully. “Just a bit weak physically. I need to stay in the hospital for a while to

recuperate.”

Victoria sighed. “Violet, our family has wronged you. Daemon told me before that the rejection was a

delaying tactic. He was worried you’d be depressed and it would harm your health. He said he’d find a way

to win you back. But now it seems… he couldn’t do it.”

So that’s why the Blackwoods hadn’t reacted when we first divorced.

“I see,” I managed.

“But I will never accept that Celeste,” Victoria continued. Her voice rose with emotion. “Even if she gets

pregnant with Daemon’s child in the future, I won’t acknowledge the baby. If she wants to enter the

Blackwood family, she’ll have to do it over my dead body!”

I was startled. Victoria wouldn’t even acknowledge her own grandchild? She’d always seemed so eager for

grandchildren. But I realized this was just anger talking. If Celeste actually got pregnant, Victoria might not

be able to stay so firm.

“Ma’am, if Daemon and Celeste truly love each other, you should let them be,” I said quietly. “Family

harmony is most important.”

“What true love?” Victoria’s voice turned sharp. “That Celeste can’t possibly be as innocent as she seems. I

will never accept her. If the Blackwood family must have a daughter–in–law, you’re the only one I recognize.”

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She sounded sincere. But I felt nothing. We talked for a few more minutes. When I finally ended the call, I

felt exhausted.

I was still staring at my phone when a soft knock came at the door. Before I could respond, it opened.

Celeste stood in the doorway.

She looked almost fully recovered. Her ankle was still wrapped but no longer in the dramatic cast. She

carried a bouquet of white datura flowers. She immediately placed them on my bedside table.

“Violet,” she said. Her voice was warm with concern. “Daemon said your condition is quite serious and you

need hospitalization. I came to check on you. Are you feeling better?”

I just stared at her.

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“He mentioned you needed to maintain a good mood,” Celeste continued. She moved closer to the bed. Her

expression shifted to something that might have been guilt. “But he’s so careless, announcing that news at

such a sensitive time. I’m sorry. I know he did it to put my mind at ease.”

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