Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189

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“I need to…” I barely got the words out before bolting toward the bathroom, one hand clamped over my

mouth. “The sink–I left the water running—”

I slammed the door behind me and immediately turned the faucet on full blast, the rushing water providing

auditory cover as I hunched over the toilet and retched violently. Nothing came up except bile and the

partially digested apple, my empty stomach contracting painfully with each heave. Sweat broke out across

my forehead and the back of my neck as wave after wave of nausea crashed through me.

“Violet?” Daemon’s voice carried through the door, edged with something that might have been concern.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine,” I gasped between dry heaves, my voice barely audible over the running water.

I flushed the toilet, rinsed my mouth repeatedly, and finally emerged.

Daemon stood just outside the bathroom, arms crossed, his expression cycling through concern and

frustration before settling on something harder to read. “You look awful. We should go to the hospital.”

“I’ve just never particularly enjoyed fish,” I moved past him carefully, maintaining distance. “That curry

base–it’s too intense. But you wouldn’t know that about me either, would you? Because in all our years

together, you never bothered learning my actual preferences. You just assumed I’d accommodate whatever

you wanted.”

I raised my voice deliberately. “And showing up at your ex’s apartment unannounced, trying to force your

way into taking care of her when she’s explicitly told you it’s unnecessary? That’s honestly concerning

behavior, Daemon. We finished rejection. I need you to respect my space and my autonomy. This-” I

gestured between us, “-this obsessive need to insert yourself into my life despite my clear boundaries is

genuinely disturbing.”

His face darkened, that muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched his teeth. For several seconds, we stood

locked in silent confrontation, the air between us crackling with unspoken accusations and grievances that

could fill volumes. Then he drew in a long, controlled breath through his nose, turned on his heel, and

walked out without another word.

The door closing behind him felt like a physical release. I sagged against the nearest wall, one hand pressed

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against my racing heart, and waited until I heard the distinct sound of his apartment door opening and

closing across the hall before I moved.

The takeout bags still sat on my counter, their contents cooling rapidly. I methodically removed the curry

fish head and sealed it in two layers of plastic bags before burying it deep in the trash, then fell on the

remaining dishes with desperate hunger.

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After washing the dishes and collecting the trash, I grabbed the bags and headed for the building’s disposal

chute on the ground floor. When the doors slid open in the lobby, I stepped out and nearly collided with

someone entering.

“Oh!” Celeste stumbled back slightly, her hand flying to her chest in exaggerated surprise. Beside her, Riley

carried an expensive–looking pink gift box.

“Those cookies you made smell amazing, Celeste,” Riley was saying, her voice pitched to carry. “Daemon’s

going to absolutely love them. Homemade gifts are so much more thoughtful than anything store–bought,

don’t you think?”

The elevator’s interior suddenly felt suffocating. I watched Celeste’s eyes widen as she recognized me,

watched her gaze drop to the trash bags in my hands and then rise to meet mine with something that

looked almost like pity mixed with triumph. Riley’s smile curdled at the edges when she noticed me, her

nose wrinkling slightly.

“Well,” she muttered, just loud enough to ensure I’d hear, “this is awkward.”

I stepped out without acknowledging either of them.

I disposed of the trash mechanically, then returned to my apartment and locked the door. My phone showed

a message from Celeste sent approximately three minutes ago: “Would you mind if we talked for a bit?”

I blocked her number without hesitation.

Ten minutes later, my doorbell rang again. Through the peephole, I could see Celeste standing alone in the

hallway, her hands clasped in front of her, lower lip caught between her teeth.

I took a long, steadying breath, then opened the door.

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Celeste’s eyes were slightly red–rimmed, as if she’d been fighting tears. “You blocked me,‘ she said softly,

without preamble. “Do you really hate me so much now that you can’t even hear me out for five minutes?”

When I didn’t immediately respond, she took it as permission to continue. “Can I come in? Please? I just-

We used to be friends, Violet. Or at least, I thought we were.”

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