Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176

Violet’s POV:

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I forced myself to sit up despite the lingering ache in my abdomen, my hand reaching for the bouquet of

white datura before Celeste could finish her saccharine performance.

“Bringing flowers with such terrible symbolism to visit someone in the hospital? How thoughtful of you,

Celeste.”

Before she could respond with more lies, I hurled the entire bouquet directly at her. The vase shattered

against her shoulder, water and petals exploding outward in a spray of white and glass.

The white datura flowers lay scattered across the sterile hospital floo. Celeste stumbled backward, her hand flying up to cover the scratch. Her baby–blue eyes widened with what looked like genuine shock, tears

beginning to well up at the corners.

“I… I didn’t know,” she stammered, her voice breaking in that way that always made people want to protect

her. “I just thought they were beautiful, Violet. I wanted to cheer you up. I had no idea white datura meant

something so terrible.”

Ember snarled inside my mind, her presence stronger than it had been in years. The wolf knew what I knew.

This girl standing before me, playing the innocent victim, had deliberately brought death flowers into my

hospital room. In wolf tradition, gifting white datura to someone recovering from illness was the equivalent

of wishing them dead, of cursing their very existence. No one who grew up in a pack could possibly be

ignorant of that symbolism.

“Stop with these little games, Celeste,” I said, my amber–gold eyes locking onto hers with cold precision.

“You know exactly what those flowers mean. Now get out of my sight. Immediately.”

Something flickered behind her baby–blue eyes then, something cold and calculating that vanished so

quickly I might have imagined it. But I hadn’t imagined it. When she turned toward the door, still clutching

her cheek with that perfectly wounded expression, I caught the briefest flash of a smile crossing her face.

Satisfied. Triumphant. Like she’d gotten exactly what she came for.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with scattered white petals and mounting rage. I

pressed the call button, and when the nurse arrived to clean up the mess, I tried to settle back into the

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hospital bed and focus on staying calm. Dr. Chase’s warnings echoed in my mind–stress could cost me my

daughter. I couldn’t let Celeste’s provocations put my baby at risk.

But the damage was already done, and I knew it.

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That evening, my phone buzzed with a message from Lily. The preview showed a video link and three words:

“This is bad.”

I opened it with dread pooling in my stomach. The edited footage started with me grabbing the bouquet, my

face twisted in anger as I threw it at Celeste. The camera caught the moment the thorn scratched her cheek,

caught her stumbling backward with tears streaming down her face. What it didn’t show was the beginning

-the white datura, the deliberate provocation, the death curse she’d brought into my hospital room. The

context had been completely removed.

The caption read: “Former Luna Violet Goldcrest brutally attacks innocent Celeste Morrison during hospital

visit. Is this the true face behind the elegant facade?”

The comments section was a nightmare. Petra Quinn had written, “I always knew there was something off

about her.” Connor Hayes added, “Jealousy is a disease.” Even wolves I’d helped during my time as Luna felt

qualified to weigh in, their judgments swift and merciless.

But what struck me most was Daemon’s silence. In my past life, he would have immediately posted his own

statement defending Celeste, making a public spectacle of choosing her over me. Yet his accounts showed

nothing. No posts, no comments, no defensive statements. It was as if the incident hadn’t registered on his

radar at all, which made no sense given his obsessive protectiveness of her before.

I stared at my phone screen, trying to reconcile this change with everything I remembered. What was

different this time?

“Let them believe what they want,” I said quietly when Lily called moments later, frantic with worry. “I know

the truth, and that’s enough for me.”

But even as I said it, I could feel the weight of isolation settling over me like a heavy blanket. The pack had

turned against me with frightening speed, and I was utterly alone in this fight.

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