Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202

Riley bristled. “Celeste, you’re too forgiving. She’s the one who upset you so much you ended up hospitalized with a heart attack. You almost died, and you re still defending her?”

Kael’s expression shifted, surprise giving way to something more critical as he looked at me. “Wait, Celeste’s cardiac episode was related to Violet?”

“Of course it was,” Riley said, gaining momentum. “Celeste was perfectly fine until Violet kept provoking her, kept causing stress and emotional turmoil. Celeste’s condition is so delicate-any strong emotion can trigger an attack. But Violet just kept pushing and pushing.”

I felt a cold smile curve my lips as I leaned against my doorframe, crossing my arms.

Kael looked uncertain now, clearly torn between Riley’s accusations and his own instincts. Before the situation could escalate further, Celeste stepped forward, placing herself between us. “Please, everyone, stop. Violet, I don’t blame you for anything. I know you’ve been under tremendous stress too. Why don’t you come have dinner with us?”

“Fine,” I said. “Since you’re all so insistent. Let me just grab my phone.”

I retrieved my phone and followed them across the hall to Kael’s apartment, where the dining table was indeed laden with an impressive spread.

The smell hit me before I’d even fully entered the room-that distinctive fishy odor that under normal circumstances might have been appetizing but now made my stomach lurch violently. I felt the nausea rise sharp and immediate, my throat tightening as I fought the instinctive gag reflex. My hand moved unconsciously to cover my mouth and nose, trying to block out the scent that seemed to intensify with each breath.

“Actually,” I interrupted, my voice coming out strained and slightly breathless as I took an involuntary step backward, “I’m not feeling well. I think I need to

go back to my apartment.”

Celeste’s expression shifted to one of gentle concern, her voice soft and sympathetic. “Violet, what’s wrong? You look so pale. Is it the food?”

“I’m fine,” I said, though even I could hear how unconvincing it sounded. “I/just-these dishes aren’t really to my taste right now. I should go rest like the

doctor recommended.”

I turned toward the door, desperate to escape the overwhelming fish smell before my stomach betrayed me completely, but Celeste moved quickly to intercept me, her hand reaching out as though to offer support. “Violet, please don’t leave like this. I know there’s been so much tension between us, really want to clear the air. About Daemon and me-”

and I

Γ Her hand caught my wrist, and I pulled back instinctively, but my balance was already compromised by the nausea and exhaustion. The next thing I knew, Celeste was falling backward with a theatrical gasp, her hand flying to her chest as she crumpled to the floor.

“Celeste!’ The shout came from the doorway, and my blood turned to ice as I recognized Daemon’s voice, sharp with alarm and fury. He was across the room in seconds, dropping to his knees beside Celeste, his hands moving over her with practiced concern, checking her pulse, her breathing, the color of her lips.

I stood frozen, still half-extended from where I’d pulled away from her touch, and as Daemon’s eyes lifted to meet mine, I saw something there that felt like a knife between my ribs-not just anger, but certainty, as though he’d witnessed clear evidence of my guilt.

Kael and Riley burst from the kitchen where they’d been retrieving more food, their faces registering shock. “What happened?’ Kael demanded.

Riley’s eyes went immediately to me, her expression transforming into something venomous. “What did you do? What did you do to her?”

Celeste’s hand scrabbled at her chest, her breathing coming in shallow gasps that sent panic through the room. Her voice emerged as a barely audible whisper. My medication… in my bag.

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Riley rushed to retrieve the bag, pulling out a prescription bottle and shaking a pill into Celeste’s palm. Celeste swallowed it with visible difficulty, het breathing still shallow and labored. Then her eyes found mine, and beneath the pain I caught the faintest glimmer of something else-satisfaction, triumph -before her gaze shifted to Daemon.

‘Daemon,’ she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please… don’t be angry with Violet. I knew she didn’t man to push me.”

The words were perfectly crafted-forgiveness that functioned as accusation, absolution that confirmed guilt.

Daemon’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “I saw it.”

Four words. Just four simple words, but they landed with the force of a physical blow. Every eye in the room turned to me-shock, anger, condemnation.

Daemon scooped her into his arms, his jaw set in grim lines. “We’re leaving. Now.”

Kael and Riley scrambled after them. Riley threw one last venomous glare at me before the door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the suddenly silent

apartment.

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