Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Violet’s POV:

The call came just as twilight settled over Wildfire Pack territory, the sky bleeding orange and purple through my bedroom window, I stared at my phone screen, Lucian’s name glowing there.

“Vi?” His voice came through hesitant, almost apologetic. ‘I know this is awkward, but Celeste is asking to see you. She’s-

Celeste wanted to see me. Of course she did. Daemon probably couldn’t bring himself to ask, so he’d sent Lucian to do his dirty work.

“Why should I care?” I cut him off, my voice flat. Honestly, if Celeste actually died right now, I’d probably steep better knowing she’d gotten what she deserved, that she’d paid for my daughter’s life with her own.

“I know there’s been misunderstandings between you two,” Lucian tried again, his tone pleading. Box this is life and death, V. She’s in critical condition. just got out of emergency care. She says if she wakes up, she wants to apologize to you properly. Could you just… think of it as a good deed?”

Life and death. My daughter’s life had been just as precious, just as real, but no one had cared about that.

I heard Felix’s voice in the background, sharp and hostile: “Don’t let her come. What if Celeste gets stressed out and gets worse?”

Lucian went quiet immediately. So that’s how it was-Celeste was the helpless victim who needed protecting, and I was the terrifying predator they had to

keep at bay.

“What hospital?” I asked.

“Actually, maybe you shouldn’t come after all,” Lucian backtracked quickly, fear creeping into his voice. “It might be too much trouble-”

“Then I’ll ask Sienna for the address.” I let the threat hang in the air, calm and deliberate.

The effect was instantaneous. Lucian probably hadn’t even told Sienna he was at the hospital visiting Celeste. “Frost Clinic, fourth floor, room 408,” he

blurted out in seconds.

I ended the call without another word. If they were so terrified I might upset their precious princess, then I’d be doing myself a disservice not to show up.

The hospital corridor reeked of antiseptic and werewolf pheromones as I stepped off the elevator. When I reached room 408, Daemon was leaning against the wall outside, his blood-red eyes shot through with crimson threads, exhaustion etched into every line of his face.

His gaze locked onto mine as I approached-surprise, guilt, and that maddening cold indifference flickering across his features. But he didn’t speak. hist watched me with those haunted eyes as I pushed past him into the room.

Inside, Celeste lay in the hospital bed, small and pale against white sheets. Lucian sat by the window, his expression carefully neutral. Felix, however, had so such restraint.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. “She’s fighting for her life and you

“She asked to see me,” I said calmly, choosing a seat and forcing him to either sit back down or continue looming. “So here I am.

9:08 am P P

Chapter 209-

Lascias-an idiot for calling you

“Really? Because I’m the one who honored her request.” I leaned back with deliberate casualness. If she wants to apologize, shouldn’t I give her that chance?”

Through it all, Daemon remained silent just inside the doorway, his gaze fixed on Celeste’s unconscious form with an intensity I couldn’t quite read, his brow furrowed as if working through some complex problem.

The standoff stretched into awkward silence. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through messages with feigned disinterest while Felix glared and Lucian

studied the ceiling tiles.

The silence persisted until around eleven, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the occasional shuffle of nurses passing in the hallway

When Celeste finally stirred, the change in the room’s atmosphere was immediate and electric.

“How are you feeling?” Daemon’s soft voice cut through the quiet. He was beside her bed in an instant, his concern palpable in every line of his body. “Any pain? Difficulty breathing?”

The irony wasn’t lost on me-when I’d lost our daughter, there had been only accusations and anger between us, harsh words thrown like weapons while grief tore us both apart in opposite directions. But here, for Celeste, he could summon tenderness, concern, the careful attention of a devoted protector.

“Did… did Vi come? Celeste’s voice emerged weak and thready, each word seemingly costing her effort.

I stood and moved closer, my face arranged in cold neutrality as I looked down at the girl in the bed. She looked exactly like what she was supposed to be-a fragile flower battered by storms, delicate and swaying on a broken stem, designed to invoke every protective instinct a dominant wolf possessed. Too bad I could see straight through the performance to the calculating predator beneath.

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