Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Violet’s POV:

I woke to voices pulling me from darkness, my eyelids heavy as I forced them open against the soft glow of

overhead lights.

“She’s fourteen weeks along,” the doctor was saying, his voice carrying the careful neutrality of someone

delivering complicated news. “But the situation isn’t ideal. Her HCG levels are lower than they should be,

and fetal development is slower than expected for this stage. The fainting episode was likely due to a

combination of physical weakness and emotional stress.”

The words hit me like ice water, each clinical phrase hammering home the precariousness of my situation.

The doctor stepped out, and the door closed with a soft click. I turned my head to find Evan settling into

the chair beside my bed, his green eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten.

“Evan,” I managed, my voice rough and scratchy.

He responded with a single nod, his jaw working as he seemed to wrestle with where to begin, his lips

parting and closing twice before he finally spoke. “It’s Daemon’s, isn’t it?”

There was no point in denying it. “Yes,” I said simply.

Evan’s expression shifted through several emotions–disappointment, barely suppressed fury, before settling

into grim resignation. He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his knees, and when he spoke again, his

voice carried an edge I’d rarely heard from him. “Why didn’t you tell him? You’re carrying his child, Violet.

You let him stand beside another woman while you’re here pregnant with his daughter. Is your sense of

martyrdom really that well–developed?”

“I found out after the rejection,” I said carefully, pushing myself up against the pillows despite the lingering

weakness in my limbs. “After the bond was already severed. I want this baby, Evan. But I don’t want to

continue the relationship with Daemon. Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“They’re not-” He cut himself off, rising from the chair with enough force that it scraped backward, his

hands curling into fists. “Do you hear yourself right now? You want to keep his child but not be with him.

Fine. But have you thought about what that means for the baby? A child isn’t a toy, Violet. It’s a life. If you

bring her into this world, you’re responsible for her–not just financially, but emotionally, politically. You’re choosing to make her fatherless. You’re choosing single parenthood. Have you actually considered that?”

“I know,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than intended. “I know what I’m choosing. I’ve thought about this,

and I’m not going to regret it.”

For a moment we just stared at each other, tension crackling between us.

‘Celeste’s stabilizing. In a few days, they’re moving her to Northern Summit Pack’s clinic to wait for the

transplant.” He paused. “Are you really prepared to do this alone?”

My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. My eyes burned with tears I refused to let fall. “Did

you ask the doctor,” I said, my voice hoarse, “whether I’d ever be able to get pregnant again if I lose this

baby?”

The question landed like a bomb. I watched Evan’s face transform–shock first, followed by dawning

comprehension and something that looked almost like horror. “What?” The word came out barely above a

whisper.

I drew in a shaky breath, feeling one tear escape despite my best efforts. “This might be the only child I’ll

ever have, Evan,” I said, each word carefully enunciated. “My body–the damage from years of suppressed

wolf nature, the hormonal disruption, the physical stress–it’s all caught up with me. If I lose this

pregnancy, my chances of conceiving again drop to almost nothing.”

The silence stretched as Evan processed this, his medical mind immediately understanding the implications.

When he finally moved, it was to reach out and brush away the tear on my cheek with surprising gentleness,

then exhale a long, shuddering breath. “Violet,” he said quietly, all anger gone from his voice. “I’m sorry.”

Before either of us could say more, my phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table. Evan glanced at the

screen. “Aiden. He’s called three times.”

I accepted the phone with dread, and when I answered, Aiden’s voice came through sharp and worried.

“Violet, what the hell is going on? You are in hosital again?”

We went back and forth, his questions growing more pointed, his protective instincts escalating, until

finally I couldn’t deflect anymore. The words escaped before I could stop them. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was absolute. “You’re…” Aiden’s voice had gone very quiet, very careful. “Pregnant.

With Daemon’s child.”

“Yes. And I’m keeping the baby, I’m not telling Daemon, and I’m going to raise her on my own.”