Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 185

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 185

Violet’s POV:

Daemon’s blood–red eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made Ember whimper. He didn’t answer

immediately, and in that pause I could hear both our elevated heartbeats, the sound of two wolves trapped

in a metal cage trying desperately not to acknowledge what their instincts screamed.

“You seem very certain I pursued her first,” he said finally, his tone carefully neutral in a way that

immediately set off alarm bells.

My jaw tightened. Wasn’t it? In my previous life, Evan had told me explicitly that Daemon had chased

Celeste, that he’d been the one to initiate everything. And after my rebirth, I’d seen with my own eyes the

messages on his phone, watched him track her movements, witnessed him arrange her father’s surgery. All

the evidence pointed in one direction.

But Daemon’s question hung there, precise and surgical, cutting into assumptions I’d never thought to

question.

“If nothing ever happened between us,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, each word measured and

deliberate, ‘no affair, no betrayal–would you consider reconciliation?”

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“No.” The answer came instantly, reflexively, before my conscious mind could even process the hypothetical.

I met his gaze directly, refusing to flinch away from whatever emotion flickered there. “I don’t care what did

or didn’t happen between you and Celeste. I only know what I saw–those images, those moments–they

hurt me deeply enough that the damage is permanent.”

Something shifted in Daemon’s expression, a microexpression of pain that vanished so quickly I might have

imagined it. His jaw clenched, the muscle jumping beneath his skin, and I watched him swallow hard before

his face went carefully blank again.

The elevator lurched, then resumed its slow descent. Neither of us spoke as the doors finally slid open onto

our floor. I pulled off his jacket and held it out to him, our fingers not quite touching as he took it. We

turned simultaneously, walking toward our respective apartment doors.

I didn’t look back as I slipped inside and locked the door behind me.

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The moment the lock clicked into place, my knees buckled. I slid down against the door until I was sitting

on the floor, pressing both palms against my temples as if I could physically hold my thoughts together.

Daemon’s question circled my mind like a predator: what if he hadn’t pursued Celeste first?

No. That couldn’t be right. I’d seen him ask that department head for her contact information at the

university celebration. I’d watched his eyes track her across rooms.

But had I actually seen him initiate contact? Or had I only seen the aftermath, the established relationship,

the interactions that occurred after something had already begun?

I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and opened the group chat with my friends.

Me: Need your thoughts on something. Daemon said tonight that he wasn’t the one who pursued Celeste first.

The responses came rapid–fire.

Sienna: WHAT? Violet, you literally told us you saw him get her number from someone at the university.

Lily: Getting someone’s number doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to pursue them though. I mean, Daemon’s

a lot of things but I don’t think he’d straight–up lie to your face about this.

Sienna: Whose side are you on???

Jade: From what you’ve told us about Celeste, she doesn’t seem like the type who just sits back and waits for

things to happen. Just saying.

Sienna: Fuck this is giving me a headache. Violet, you’re already free of both of them–why dig into this?

Nothing good comes from analyzing the details of a shipwreck after you’ve already swum to shore.

I stared at Sienna’s message, recognizing the wisdom in it even as something stubborn and aching in my

chest refused to let it go. Because if I’d been wrong about this fundamental thing, what else had I

misunderstood? What other assumptions had I built my entire worldview around that might crumble under

scrutiny?

My thumb hovered over Evan’s contact. He’d been there, part of Daemon’s inner circle throughout

everything. If anyone knew the truth about how things had started between Daemon and Celeste, it would

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be him.

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I pressed call before I could talk myself out of it.

He answered on the second ring. “Violet? Everything okay?”

“When do you have time to talk?” I asked, not bothering with pleasantries. “I need to ask you about

something.”

I’m free right now if you want to meet in person.”

Twenty minutes later, I was sliding into a booth across from Evan at an all–night diner. Evan had already

ordered–black coffee for himself, chamomile tea for me that I hadn’t asked for but appreciated nonetheless.

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