Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 18

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 18

Violet’s POV:

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Chancellor Henderson mumbled an apology and retreated to the podium, leaving a heavy silence in the VIP box. I sat perfectly still, legs crossed, watching the inevitable unfold.

Celeste Morrison approached our section with a tray of commemorative silver pins and chilled water. Her uniform was crisp, her high ponytail swaying as she moved. She looked innocent, completely unaware she

was walking into a trap.

“Water for the Alpha and Luna?” she asked, her voice bright.

She extended a bottle toward Daemon. As he reached out, their fingertips brushed.

It was subtle, but I saw Daemon’s shoulders lock. The air around him seemed to warp. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring as he drank in her scent–sea breeze and jasmine. It was the scent that had once signaled the end of my life.

Slowly, a smile spread across Daemon’s face.

It wasn’t his practiced business smile or the cold smirk he reserved for me. It was primal. It was the look of a wolf who had finally found the trail he was born to follow.

“Thank you,” he said. His voice dropped an octave, vibrating with a confusing mixture of aggression and

charm.

Celeste froze. The sheer force of his Alpha aura hit her like a physical wave. Her face flushed a violent crimson, and her breath hitched. She looked at him, blue eyes wide and trembling, caught in the headlights

of his intensity.

From the shadows, I watched them.

“You’re welcome,” Celeste stammered. She pulled her hand back as if burned, clutching the tray to her chest

before retreating quickly.

Daemon didn’t look at me. He didn’t watch the ceremony. He stared at her retreating figure, his pupils

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blown wide. The hunt had begun.

***

The ceremony ended in a blur of applause. As the crowd dispersed, the exit became a bottleneck of high- society wolves.

Near the grand doors, my parents, Marcus and Eleanor, were holding court. Before I could signal them, the crowd parted to reveal Dominic and Victoria Blackwood–Daemon’s parents. The convergence was

immediate.

“Marcus! The expansion in the western territory looks magnificent,” Dominic boomed, shaking my father’s

hand.

“We have the Blackwood logistics team to thank for that,” my father replied. “And how is retirement,

Victoria?”

“Oh, purely administrative,” Victoria laughed. “Though we wish the children would give us a reason to stay home. A nursery to decorate, perhaps?”

I saw Daemon trapped in the center, nodding mechanically, though his eyes kept darting toward the side exits, scanning for blonde hair. While the titans of industry discussed business, I took a step back, slipping into the stream of exiting students.

I moved toward the side entrance near the volunteer changing rooms. Celeste emerged a moment later, dressed in jeans and a pink sweater, checking her phone with a furrowed brow.

“Celeste!” I called out.

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She jumped, nearly dropping her phone. “Oh! Luna.”

“Just Violet,” I corrected gently, stepping into her path. “You were wonderful today. Truly professional.”

Celeste blushed, tucking a strand of honey–blonde hair behind her ear. “Thank you. I was just heading out. Zane is actually waiting for me by the side gate. We were planning to go grab some barbecue at that spot on 4th Street.” She paused. “Unless… would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to,” I said. “I’m starving, and frankly, gala food is terrible. Lead the way.”

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Celeste blinked, surprised but pleased. “Oh! Great! Let’s go then.”

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Thirty minutes later, we sat at a small, wobbly metal table. Zane sat next to Celeste, performing the role of the perfect mate with desperate intensity. He wiped down her utensils and piled meat onto her plate.

“Eat more,” he murmured, avoiding my gaze.

1 sipped my iced tea. “Zane tells me you two have been together for two years,” I said pleasantly. “That’s rare

these days. Such loyalty.”

Zane choked on his water. Celeste beamed, oblivious. “He’s the best.”

Celeste’s phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up with an unsaved number. I didn’t need to look to

know the digits.

Daemon.

Celeste glanced at the screen, and the color drained from her face. She flipped the phone over, placing it face down on the table with a sharp clack.

“Who was that?” Zane asked, pausing with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth, looking at her with mild

concern.

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