Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Violet’s POV:

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I didn’t answer Daemon’s question. I stepped around him and flagged down an approaching taxi that had

just dropped off a passenger near the pharmacy entrance.

I gave the driver my address and slid into the backseat. Through the rear window, I could see Daemon

standing in the parking lot, his blood–red eyes fixed on the departing cab. His jaw was clenched tight, and

even from a distance I could see the tension radiating through his shoulders.

The taxi merged into evening traffic. My hands trembled as I clutched the pharmacy bag in my lap. Daemon

had looked at me like he had some kind of claim on my life, like he had any right to demand answers.

We’d completed the rejection ceremony. The bond was severed. What I did was no longer his business.

The traffic light ahead turned red. I glanced at the side mirror and felt my stomach drop. Daemon’s black

sedan had pulled into the lane directly beside the taxi. Through the tinted windows, I could feel his gaze

boring into me.

I deliberately turned my face toward the opposite window, refusing to give him eye contact. My heart was

pounding harder than it should have been. The pregnancy hormones weren’t helping–everything felt more

intense than it should have been.

The light seemed to take forever to change. I could feel Daemon’s presence like a physical weight. Part of

me wanted to look, but I forced myself to keep staring at the darkened storefronts.

Finally, the light turned green. The taxi turned left while Daemon’s sedan continued straight. I watched in

the mirror as his car disappeared into traffic. My shoulders sagged with relief.

When I stepped inside my apartment, the smell of home–cooked food immediately hit me. Three dishes and

a soup were laid out on the dining table, still steaming. Evan was sitting on the couch with a glass of warm

water in his hands. His pale green eyes lifted to meet mine.

“I’m feeling better,” he said, his voice still slightly hoarse.

I walked over and practically threw the pharmacy bag at him. “Take the medicine. Read the instructions

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Evan caught the bag and pulled out the cold medicine, studying the dosage information. While he read, I

spooned rice into two bowls. We needed to eat, have a normal conversation, and then Evan needed to leave.

We sat down at the table. For a few minutes, we ate in silence. The food was good, but I could barely taste

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“I ran into Daemon and Kael at the pharmacy,” I said abruptly.

Evan looked up from his food. He reached across and placed a piece of meat in my bowl. “Eat more.”

I stared at the meat, frustrated by his calm reaction. “Daemon was interrogating me about who I was buying

medicine for.”

“So let him wonder,” Evan said. “You don’t owe him any explanations.”

After a few more minutes, I set down my chopsticks. “You need to find a hotel as soon as you’re feeling

better. Tonight, preferably.”

I couldn’t risk getting entangled with anyone right now. Daemon was clearly still hovering around my life,

and the last thing I needed was for him or Celeste to discover Evan was staying with me.

Evan nodded slowly, his gaze shifting toward the balcony. “Is it raining outside?”

I glanced toward the sliding glass doors. Fat droplets were beginning to streak down the glass. “Yes, it’s

raining.”

Evan turned back to me with perfect innocence. “I came here so quickly that I didn’t have time to buy a car

yet. So in a little while, I’ll be running a high fever, standing in the rain, dragging my suitcase down the

street looking for a taxi.”

The mental image made my resolve waver. But I forced myself to stay firm. “Can’t you just call Daemon? He

could come pick you up.”

Evan put down his bowl and chopsticks, fixing me with a direct stare. “Call him and tell him what? That I

flew all the way out here to chase his ex–Luna?”

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I nearly choked on the piece of vegetable I’d just put in my mouth. I grabbed my water glass and took

several gulps. “Evan Thorne, don’t talk nonsense. There’s absolutely nothing possible between us.”

His pale green eyes didn’t waver. “Everything in this world is possible, Violet. Don’t be so quick to reject

me.”

My mind immediately went to the secret I was carrying–the daughter growing inside me. How could I not

reject Evan? How could I even consider letting him into my life when I was pregnant with another man’s

child?

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