Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 192

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“Right, yes. Let’s go, Kael said, desperate to escape this minefield.

They moved toward the exit in a cluster. I followed at a deliberate distance, making my way to my car. The

black SUV idling near the entrance had windows too dark to see through, but I could feel eyes on me. I

refused to turn around, refused to give them any reaction.

If Celeste is smart, she’ll stop pushing me, I thought coldly. If she stops provoking me, stops showing up in my

face, I might just let it go. Let her and Daemon play out whatever future they think they’re building together.

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But if she kept dancing in front of me, kept flaunting her victory, kept trying to grind my face in the dirt—

then I’d take everything I’d learned today, every recording I had, and dump it all online for the world to see.

The truth about how she manipulated her way into Daemon’s life, the recordings that proved her calculated

pursuit, all of it would be enough to ensure her complete social destruction.

And once her reputation was in ruins, there was no way the Blackwood family would accept a disgraced

Cinderella into their ranks, no matter how much Daemon thought he wanted her.

The 24–hour night market district beckoned with its neon signs and mingled aromas. My pregnancy-

sharpened appetite roared to life, and I followed my nose through vendor stalls, accumulating takeout

containers with single–minded determination.

I was reaching the final stall–a mobile fried chicken vendor with one golden portion left, just being lifted

from the bubbling oil. The crispy, golden perfection made my mouth water despite everything I’d already

consumed.

“Boss,” I started, stepping forward, “I’ll take that last—”

“Boss! I want that last portion of fried chicken!” Riley’s voice cut through mine, deliberately loud and

aggressive. “My friend really wants it!”

I turned slowly to find Daemon, Celeste, Evan, and Kael clustered near a neighboring beverage stall.

Daemon’s blood–red eyes found mine immediately, surprise flickering across his features–probably

wondering why I was here eating my way through the night market when he’d delivered enough food to my

apartment hours earlier to feed two people.

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The elderly vendor looked between Riley and me with the weary patience of someone who’d dealt with

entitled customers before. “The young lady in the red dress spoke first,‘ she said firmly, gesturing to me.

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“Alpha Daemon,” Riley pivoted with artificial sweetness, Celeste really wants fried chicken. Could you help

her?

Celeste’s baby–blue eyes turned to Daemon with calculated vulnerability, her lower lip caught between her

teeth. Pure expectation radiated from her–the confidence of someone accustomed to getting what she

wanted based on big eyes and trembling lips.

Daemon remained neutral, his attention fixed on me rather than jumping to Celeste’s aid. Evan’s expression

held concern mixed with suspicion about my eating patterns.

The vendor handed me the wrapped chicken. A reckless impulse seized me–the same self–destructive

satisfaction I felt when deliberately pushing boundaries.

I thrust the package toward Celeste with a smile that was all teeth. “Here. I already ate–this was for a stray

dog I sometimes feed, but since you want it so badly, take it.”

Color drained from Celeste’s face, her composure cracking as tears filled her eyes.

“Violet!” Daemon’s voice carried a warning growl.

Riley shrieked: “How dare you call Celeste a stray dog!”

“Interesting,” I interrupted coolly. “I said I was buying food for a stray dog. You’re the one who assumed I

meant Celeste. Why would you make that connection?”

The logic was cruel and airtight. Riley flushed with embarrassment and rage as she realized I’d verbally

checkmated her.

“Well,” I said brightly, “this has been fun, but I should get going.” The doctor mentioned that pregnant

women need stable emotions–apparently it’s better for the baby’s future temperament. I’ll remove myself

from this toxic situation.

I turned and walked away.

I drove home with windows down, satisfied. After washing up, I fell into bed, exhausted but oddly content. A

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text from Evan appeared before I slept: Still want fried chicken? I can bring some over.

Comments

selena ortiz

okay hear me out…

is Celeste, Aurora?