Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 19

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 19

“Spam,” she said quickly, her voice pitching a little too high. “Just… telemarketers.”

I smiled internally. The Alpha wasn’t wasting time.

“So annoying,” I sympathized.

While Celeste was distracted, I slipped my hand into my purse and typed a text blindly.

How does the bike feel? Smooth? You look good today, Zane. Why do you keep looking away? Are you afraid of

me?

I hit send.

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Across the table, Zane’s pocket vibrated. He stiffened. He glanced at me, eyes wide with panic. I simply raised an eyebrow and took a bite of a grilled mushroom.

He checked the message under the table. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked at the text, then at me, then at his girlfriend. The guilt was eating him alive, but the thrill was clearly there.

Suddenly, Celeste’s phone rang. Loudly.

She jumped, staring at the screen with horror. It was the same number. Daemon was calling.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” I asked.

“No!” Celeste fumbled to silence it. “It’s just that spam number again. They’re relentless.”

“Harassment is a serious issue,” I said, leaning forward. “You know, Celeste, men like that–creeps who won’t take a hint–they thrive on attention. My advice? Block the number. Immediately.”

Celeste looked at me, gratitude swimming in her eyes. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “Block him. Delete the call log. Pretend he doesn’t exist.”

She nodded and tapped the screen. Blocked.

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I suppressed a laugh. I had just instructed the Alpha’s true mate to block him. It wouldn’t stop Daemon, but it would infuriate him.

***t

After lunch, I watched the couple walk back toward the dorms before heading to the parking lot. I mounted the heavy motorcycle I had reclaimed earlier and tore down the coastal highway, letting the wind numb my

face.

When I returned to Blackwood Manor, twilight had settled.

I entered the main hall. Dominic and Victoria sat in the grand drawing room. They looked up as I entered, windblown and smelling of exhaust.

“Violet?” Victoria asked, frowning. “You’re alone? Where is Daemon?”

I paused, feigning surprise. “I… I assumed he was here with you. I had a lunch engagement. Daemon said he was coming straight home.”

Dominic put his teacup down with a sharp clatter. “He isn’t here. We’ve been waiting for two hours.”

“Oh,” I whispered, looking at the floor. “I see. Well… I suppose something came up.”

“Call him,” Victoria commanded. “Put him on speaker. I want to know exactly what is so important.”

I pulled out my phone. If Celeste had blocked him, Daemon would have sought out the only thing that could numb the frustration: alcohol and noise.

I dialed his number. It rang twice before connecting.

The sound that filled the elegant drawing room was deafening–thumping bass and raucous laughter.

“Daemon! Look who it is!” Lucian Cross’s voice boomed through the speaker, slurred and loud. “It’s the Luna

calling for a curfew check!”

Background laughter erupted. “Tell her to go knit a sweater!” Felix Hunt shouted.

Dominic’s face turned purple. Victoria’s hand flew to her mouth.

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Then, Daemon’s voice cut through the noise. Cold, dismissive, and dripping with impatience.

“Hang up, Lucian,” Daemon snapped. “I’m not in the mood for her whining. Don’t answer it.”

The line didn’t go dead. Lucian hesitated.

I stood there, holding the phone out, letting my in–laws hear every syllable.

“Just hang up,” Daemon growled again, his voice dripping with irritation. “I said-”

“On it,” Lucian mumbled, his finger clearly hovering over the end call button. “Sorry-”

“Lucian Cross.”

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Victoria’s voice cut through the drawing room air like a whip crack. “Put my son on the phone. Now.”

The line didn’t go dead. Instead, there was a chaotic fumbling sound, followed by a sharp intake of breath. The music seemed to drop away as Lucian scrambled for clarity.

“Daemon…” Lucian’s voice came back, trembling. “It’s… it’s Auntie Victoria. She’s on the line.”

The laughter in the background died instantly. A dead, heavy silence stretched across the connection, vibrating with sudden dread.

“What?” Daemon’s tone changed instantly, the arrogance evaporating into thin air. “Mom?”

I looked at Victoria. Her eyes were hard as flint. I looked at Dominic, who looked ready to tear the phone in

half.

“Hello, Daemon,” I said softly, my voice sweet and helpful. “Your parents are here. We’re all waiting for you.”

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