Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 207

seieried the call.

Immediately, a text appeared: Fr outside your house. We need to talk.

My jaw clenched. Had he come back to Wildfire Pack before Celeste? I typed back a single word: No.

His response came instantly: You wanted to know why I keep protecting her. Come outside. I’ll tell you.

I stared at those words, hating how easily he could still manipulate me with the one question that had haunted every sleepless night. Why Celeste? What hold did she have over him that made her worth sacrificing everything else?

Fine. If he wanted to talk, we’d talk.

I slipped on shoes and walked out the front door.

Daemon’s black SUV was parked at the curb, sleek and expensive. He sat in the driver’s seat.

I crossed the lawn and opened the passenger door, sliding into the seat without looking at him.

“Talk,

I said flatly, staring straight ahead through the windshield. “Tell me why you’ve protected her all this time.”

Daemon’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. When he spoke, his voice was rough, carefully controlled. “Celeste had a heart transplant when she was younger. If she needs a second transplant now, the complexity and risk factors increase exponentially.”

I turned to look at him, my expression cold. “That’s your explanation? You’re worried about her medical condition? That’s the waste-of-breath justification you drove all the way here to give me?”

His jaw clenched. “I’m trying to make you understand-”

“Understand what? That you’re so concerned about her health that you let her murder our daughter?” My voice was ice. “Daemon, if killing people wasn’t illegal, I would have ended both of you already. You’re both murderers. You and Celeste-you both killed my baby.”

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Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

hapter 208

“That was my child too! Daemon suddenly slammed his st against the steering wheel, the sound explosive in the confined space. His eyes were red- rimmed, fury and pain warring in his expression. For three months you hid it from me Violet! Three months I was kept in the dark like an idiot, never given a chance to protect you, to handle anything, to be a father! And then when the baby was gone, only then did you tell me, forcing me to accept this nightmare without any preparation! How is that Tair? Don’t I deserve-

“You have Celeste, don’t you?’ I cut him off, my voice flat and emotionless.

“I wanted the child, not her! His words came out in a roar, years of suppressed rage finally erupting.

I watched him struggle to regain control, his chest heaving, his hands trembling slightly on the wheel. He loved our daughter, at least. Even if he’d never loved me.

not have

I could tell him the truth right now-that even without Celeste’s intervention, the baby might not have survived.

But I didn’t. Because the method of loss mattered. I could accept fate taking my daughter. I couldn’t accept merder.

“You loved me for ten years, didn’t you?” Daemon’s voice had gone quiet now, almost defeated. “So why, when I finally told you I’d started having feelings for

you too, did you choose to sever the bond so completely? You didn’t even give me a chance to fix things, to deal with the complications. You just… cut me

off entirely. Like I’d committed some unforgivable sin.”

I stared at him, this man I’d wasted a decade loving, and felt nothing but bitter exhaustion. “You want to talk about unforgivable? Find Celeste. She’s the

one who pushed me off that hospital bed. She’s the one who killed our daughter.”

Something shifted in Daemon’s expression-something I couldn’t quite read. When he spoke again, his voice was carefully controlled. ‘Give me six months. If I can confirm she did it, I won’t let her get away with it.”

“Six months?” I couldn’t keep the disbelief from my voice. “Why the hell would you need six months?”

“Celeste needs treatment first, possibly surgery depending on how her condition develops. After the second transplant is complete, if it comes to that… He closed his eyes briefly. “After that, she and I are done. Completely done.”

There it was again–that strange emphasis on the surgery, on the timing. Something about this entire explanation felt wrong, incomplete, like he was, dancing around the real answer.

“So you’re telling me you still prioritize her health over justice for our daughter,” I said coldly. “You’re going to let a murderer walk free for six more months because you’re worried about her heart condition.”

“That’s not-” Daemon’s jaw clenched. “Can’t you just trust me?”

“Trust you?” A harsh laugh escaped me. “Why would I trust anything you say? You haven’t given me a single reason to believe you’re telling the truth

“Then ask me what you really want to know.” His blood-red eyes fixed on mine, intense and searching. “Ask me the real question, Violet.”

“Fine.” I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Why does it have to wait until after her surgery? What aren’t you telling me?”

Daemon opened his mouth to answer-and then his phone rang, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade.

I glanced at the screen reflexively. Celeste’s name glowed there, and everything inside me went cold and hard.

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