Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

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“Evan, are you running a fever?” I asked, concerned despite myself. “Your hand is burning up.”

“I’m fine,” he said shortly, moving to the sink to wash the vegetables.

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I followed him, frowning. “You’re a doctor. You should know better than to ignore symptoms. I have a

thermometer–go check your temperature. What if you collapse?”

I reached up to feel his forehead, but before my hand made contact, he caught my wrist. His green eyes

locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. There was something dangerous in his gaze,

something I’d never seen before.

“Why can Beck stay here but I can’t?” he asked quietly.

I froze. “How did you know about that?”

“Lucian mentioned it.”

I pulled my wrist free, embarrassed. “Sienna asked me for a favor. Beck only stayed two or three days, then

left.”

Evan’s next question came out of nowhere. “Have you completely let go of Daemon now? No desire for

revenge at all?”

I felt my thoughts scatter in confusion. “What do you mean? You know we completed the rejection

ceremony-”

“I know,” Evan interrupted, his voice low and intense. “But if you still hate him, you can use me.”

I stared at him, shocked. “Use you?”

He held my gaze steadily. “However you used Zane, you can use me. I should be more effective anyway.”

“Stop!” I practically shouted, my mind reeling. “Evan, are you running a fever or have you lost your mind?

Do you realize what you’re saying? You’re Daemon’s best friend! This is insane!”

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His smile was bitter. “I fell for you. That’s already insane, isn’t it?”

The words hung in the air between us, impossible and devastating. I remembered Dr. Chase’s warnings

about stress, about keeping my emotions stable. I took a deep breath, forcing calm.

“Evan, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” I said carefully. “You’re clearly running a fever and not

thinking straight. Go lie down on the couch. I’ll go buy you medicine.”

I grabbed my keys and practically fled the apartment, needing distance and air and anything that wasn’t

Evan’s confession echoing in my mind. I pulled on a baseball cap and medical mask before heading to the

24–hour pharmacy, my thoughts spinning in circles.

The pharmacy was nearly empty at this hour. I grabbed fever reducers and cold medicine quickly, paid, and

headed back to the parking lot. That’s when I saw Kael walking toward a familiar black luxury sedan-

Daemon’s car.

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“Violet!” Kael waved, friendly as always. “What a coincidence running into you here.”

He approached with his usual easy smile. “I’m working on a joint project with Daemon’s company. Actually,

we’re heading to a business dinner.” His eyes dropped to the pharmacy bag in my hand. “Someone sick?”

“Just a friend,” I said vaguely, already moving toward my car. “I should go. Nice seeing you, Kael.”

But when I reached my vehicle, I stopped short. A black SUV had parked illegally right behind me,

completely blocking me in. I couldn’t move my car at all.

I pulled out my phone to call a towing company, frustration building. That’s when I heard the familiar purr

of an expensive engine. Daemon’s car had made a U–turn and was pulling up beside me.

The window lowered, revealing blood–red eyes that locked onto mine with unsettling intensity. “Get in,”

Daemon said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I’ll drive you home.”

I took a breath, keeping my expression neutral. “No need, Daemon. I’ll call a cab.”

I turned to walk away, but he was already out of the car, his tall frame blocking my path. His gaze dropped

to the pharmacy bag in my hand, eyes narrowing.

“Cold medicine and fever reducers,” he observed quietly. His blood–red eyes lifted from the bag to my face,

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searching. “Are you sick?”

“No,” I said flatly, taking a step back to create distance between us. “I’m not.”

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His gaze sharpened, clearly not satisfied with my answer. The silence stretched between us, heavy with

unspoken questions. When he spoke again, his voice carried a dangerous edge.

Then who are these for?” He gestured toward the pharmacy bag. ‘Is it Beck? Is he still staying at your

place?”

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