Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 183

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Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

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The color drained from Linda’s face before flooding back in angry red. “You think you can do whatever you

want just because you’re an Alpha’s daughter, don’t you?”

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“Yes. That’s exactly what I think.” I leaned back in my chair, my voice taking on a deliberately casual tone.

“You know what? If Celeste’s family background was as good as mine, she definitely could have married into

the Blackwood family smoothly. Unfortunately…” I paused. “She doesn’t have that advantage, does she?”

Linda’s whole body was shaking now. I knew exactly what nerve I’d just hit–her sister Aurora had killed

herself over the same issue, because her family background wasn’t good enough for the Blackwoods.

But I didn’t take it back. Didn’t apologize. I just held her gaze steadily until she turned and stormed away.

I grabbed my bag and left the office early.

The parking garage was nearly empty. I was halfway to my car when I noticed a red BMW parked near the

entrance.

Celeste emerged from the driver’s side, wearing a cream trench coat and polka dot beret. Her supposedly

injured ankle seemed perfectly fine as she walked toward the building in heels.

She hadn’t seen me yet. I stayed behind a concrete pillar, watching. What was she doing here? She’d

resigned.

Celeste glanced at her phone, smiled at something on the screen, and disappeared through the glass doors.

I barely made it home before my phone rang. Evan’s voice was apologetic. “Sorry to call. Just finished an

emergency at the hospital. The storm last night didn’t scare you too much, did it?”

‘I’m fine.”

There was a pause. ‘I heard from Daemon that he went over to help you fix your balcony door.”

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My spine went rigid. ‘It was just a neighbor helping out.”

“Violet.” Evan’s tone shifted. If you need help with anything, you can call me. I mean that. Anytime.”

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The weight behind his words made my stomach clench. I knew what he was trying to say. “I appreciate that,

but I’m doing okay.”

We talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.

I dragged myself toward the parking garage, exhausted down to my bones.

When I finally reached my apartment building, I stepped into the elevator and pressed my floor button. Just

as the doors were sliding closed, a hand shot through the gap and forced them back open.

Daemon stepped inside, carrying two heavy shopping bags filled with groceries. Fresh vegetables and cuts of

meat were visible at the top.

My stomach sank. Probably making dinner for Celeste, I thought bitterly.

We stood at opposite ends of the elevator car, neither of us speaking. The air felt thick and suffocating. I

kept my eyes fixed on the floor numbers lighting up above the door, counting down the seconds until I

could escape.

Suddenly, the elevator lurched violently. The lights flickered once, twice, then died completely, leaving only

the dim emergency lighting.

My heart jumped into my throat.

The intercom crackled to life. “We apologize for the inconvenience. The elevator has malfunctioned.

Maintenance crew will arrive in approximately one hour. Please remain calm.”

One hour. Trapped in this metal box with Daemon for an entire hour.

I backed against the wall, my hands gripping the railing behind me. Daemon immediately stepped forward,

concern flashing across his face, but I held up a hand. “Stay over there.”

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He stopped, his jaw tightening. I could feel both our wolves growing agitated in the confined space. Even

though we’d completed the rejection ceremony, even though the mate bond was supposedly severed, I could

still feel it–that invisible thread connecting us, pulling tighter the closer we were.

Ember whimpered in my mind, wanting to go to him. I shoved her down hard.

Ten minutes passed in tense silence. The only sound was our breathing and the faint hum of the emergency

lights.

Then my stomach betrayed me with a loud, unmistakable growl.

Heat flooded my face. I pressed both hands against my abdomen, mortified, but it was too late. Daemon had

definitely heard.

He reached into one of his shopping bags and pulled out a piece of bread, holding it out to me. “Eat.”

I stared at the bread, then at his face. “I don’t need—”

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