Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

her! I saw yra pull away right before she fall. I saw it with my own eyes

CAT CAT The w*** for free my throat, GET THE FUCK OUT!

1 gebed a plastic pitcher and hurled it at him. It struck his shoulder, water spraying everywhere. I grabbed for next franz-a pillow, a book- with increasing violence while tears streamed down my face.

Chef a psychopath! She came here to gloat, then shoved me! She murdered our daughter and you’re defending her! When I called for help. bleeding and our baby was dying, you hung up on me! You hung up because you were with herr

I didn’t know you were pregnant! If you’d told me instead of hiding it~

“Why would I tell you? So you could take her away? Give her to Celeste to raise?”

I grabbed a glass vase and threw it with everything I had. It caught Daemon across the temple with a sickening crack. Blood streamed down his face, but be just stood there.

“I curse you,” I whispered, my voice raw and venomous. ‘I curse you and Celeste both. May you never know peace or happiness. I hope you both rot.

The door burst open. My parents flooded in first, Eleanor’s face a mask of horror and grief, Marcus’s expression murderous as he took in the destroyed rooms

me shaking, Daemon bleeding from a head wound with glass shards scattered around his feet.

Behind them came Dominic and Victoria.

My mother rushed to my side, her hands trembling as she helped support me. “Vi, sweetheart – Her voice broke, thick with tear she was fighting to hold back.

Dominic’s face was carved from stone as he strode toward Daemon. Without warning, his hand shot out and connected with his son’s face in a vicious slap

that echoed through the room.

‘Are you even human anymore? Dominic’s voice shook with rage. “How could you let this happen to her? I heard that Morrison girl came here and caused

this-and you’re still defending her?”

It wasn’t Celeste, Daemon said, his voice flat and certain even as blood dripped from his temple. She didn’t do this.”

That single sentence made Victoria snap. She’d never liked Celeste, had barely tolerated Daemon’s obsession with protecting her, but this-this was too much. She grabbed her designer handbag and began hitting her son with it, seemingly unable to see or care that he was already injured and bleeding.

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Yay fall Each word was punctuated by another blow. “You absolute fool!

Through it all, my father stood silent, watching the Blackwoods fury with an expression so cold and dark it frightened me. Finally, he moved past them all. coming to stand beside my bed. His ge hand settled gently on my hair, smoothing it back from thy tear-stained face.

“It’s alright, Vi,” he said softly, his voice the only gentle thing in the room.

Something inside me broke completely at those words the simple promise of care, of safety, of unconditional love. I collapsed against my father’s cher and began to sob, great heaving cries that shook my entire body.

After I lost the baby, I dreamed of her every night for days.

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Every time I woke, my face was already wet with tears.

My parents came to sit with me every day. Evan also came without fail, though he seemed more withdrawr, his eyes shadowed with a guilt I recognized all

too well.

“If I’d been here that day,” he said quietly, “it wouldn’t have happened. Would it?”

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“Evan, this isn’t your fault,” I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “The ones at fault are Celeste and Daemon. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

My emotions had stabilized somewhat over these days, though the wound in my heart would never truly heal.

Tomorrow I’d be discharged. Then I’d resign from my position here and return to Wildfire Pack.

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Fated to the Afpha Who Killed Me

#hapter 206

Violet’s POV

The morning light filtered through the hospital blinds in pale strips, illuminating the sterile white walls of thy room. I sat propped against the pillows phone resting in my lap, listening to Evan’s voice through the speaker

“Sienna and the others don’t know yet,’ I said quietly. I need you to keep it from Lucian. If he doesn’t know, they won’t find oot

‘She’s pregnant, Evan.” My voice came out flat, emotionless. I don’t want her upset. I don’t want her stress levels spiking because of what happened to m

“Alright,” he said finally, and I could hear the reluctant agreement in his tone. “I won’t say anything

A nurse appeared during our conversation, pushing a metal cart laden with IV supplies. She smiled professionally as she entered, and in the brief moment before the door swung shut, I caught sight of a familiar silhouette standing just outside in the corridor.

Daemon.

He was there, just beyond the threshold, his posture rigid and watchful. He came every day, I’d been told. Every single day since I’d woken up. But my parents stood as immovable guardians, refusing him entry, and I had no desire to see him either.

The nurse worked efficiently, checking my IV line before leaving. I turned my attention back to Evan. ‘How is Celeste?”

“Stable,” Evan replied, his voice carefully neutral. “And she’s not being transferred to Northern Summit Pack yet. They want to continue monitoring her

condition here for a while longer before any surgical intervention.”

I nodded to myself.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For everything.”

After ending the call, I stared at the wall across from my bed, my thoughts already turning toward what came next.

The discharge process took most of the morning. Aiden would handle resigning from my position at the events company and clearing out my apartment-all the loose ends I no longer had energy to manage myself. My parents flanked me as we left through the side entrance, their bodies forming a protective barrier as we made our way to the car.

We drove in silence back to Wildfire Pack territory, the familiar landscape rolling past-dense forests giving way to open meadows. By the time we pulled up to the house, afternoon sunlight was slanting golden across the front porch.

Inside, my parents settled me on the living room couch, my mother bringing tea I didn’t drink, my father queuing up a comedy special on the television. I sat between them, staring at the screen without really seeing it, unable to summon even the ghost of a smile at the jokes that had the studio audience roaring with laughter.

My thoughts kept drifting, circling back to that hospital room, to Celeste’s cold smile as she’d pushed me. To my daughter, gone before I’d ever held her…

But grief alone wouldn’t bring justice.