Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 21

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 21

Before I could retort, my phone buzzed on the vanity.

Daemon released my jaw, scowling. I picked it up. Zane calling.

“Hello?”

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“Luna…” Zane’s voice was a ragged wheeze, distorted by pain. “I need… help. Warehouse district… near the

old docks…”

There was a sickening thud, and the line went dead.

“Who is it?” Daemon demanded.

I spun around, masking my panic with annoyance. “Sienna. She’s drunk at some dive bar and needs a ride.

Again.”

I grabbed my leather jacket, pulling it on over my silk dress, and sprinted toward the garage.

******

The roar of the bike tore through the night silence. I kept the throttle twisted back, my high beams cutting

a blinding white tunnel through the darkness of the industrial district.

I didn’t slow down until I hit the coordinates Zane had sent. I swerved the heavy bike into the warehouse entrance, the twin LED columns sweeping across the gloom like lasers.

“What the hell?” a rough voice shouted.

The sudden, intense glare flooded the space. Two figures recoiled instantly, throwing their arms up to shield their eyes against the blinding assault of the headlights. They were forced to squint, unable to see anything but the searing white silhouette of the machine.

I saw two Rogues in tattered clothes standing near the wall. And at their feet, curled into a defensive ball on the cracked concrete, was Zane. He looked battered, clutching his ribs, his face pale under the

unforgiving beam.

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My heart hammered. Ember was still dormant; I couldn’t shift. I had to be smarter.

I pulled off my helmet, shaking out my hair.

One of the Rogues, a man with a jagged scar on his nose, squinted at me. “Well, look at this. The cavalry is just a little girl in a dress.”

“That’s not just a girl,” another muttered, stepping back. “That’s the Frost Luna. That’s Blackwood’s bitch.”

“Step away from him,” I commanded, projecting every ounce of authority I possessed.

Scar–Nose sneered, grinding his heel into Zane’s shoulder. “Or what? You gonna call your daddy? This punk stole a bike and sold it for a fortune. We know he’s got the cash, and we’re just here to take our cut.”

He paused, his greedy eyes locking onto the chrome machine beneath me. He pointed a jagged finger at it.

“And there it is. That bike.”

“So you’re the buyer?” He cracked his knuckles, looking back down at Zane with a predatory grin. “I knew it. And he had the nerve to lie to my face about it.“

I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. I reached into my jacket, pulled out the registration card, and tossed it

onto the wet concrete.

“Pick it up,” I snapped.

Scar–Nose hesitated, then bent down to read it.

“Open your eyes,” I said coldly. “The vehicle is registered to Violet Goldcrest–Blackwood. It’s a custom prototype. You thought a college student stole this?”

I leaned forward on the handlebars. “That exhaust pipe has a GPS tracker linked directly to the police and the Frost Pack security grid. The signal triggered the moment I stopped. You have about three minutes before the Delta unit swarms this place. And you know how Daemon feels about Rogues touching his

property.”

The color drained from Scar–Nose’s face. The mention of the Delta unit shattered their bravado.

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“We… we didn’t know,” one stammered.

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“Run,” I said smoothly. “Before I decide to hold you here myself until my husband arrives.”

It was a bluff. If they attacked, I was dead. But fear is a powerful motivator. They looked at the bike, looked at my imperious stance, and broke. They turned and sprinted into the darkness.

I let out a shaky breath and rushed to Zane.

****

It was nearly 3:00 AM by the time I got Zane admitted to the clinic and returned to the manor.

“Have fun?” Daemon’s low voice cut through the darkness.

“Shh,” I whispered, climbing into bed but staying on the far edge. “I’m tired, Daemon. Sienna was a mess.”

“You smell like exhaust and dirt,” he muttered, his tone thick with suspicion. “Been running with strays?”

I ignored him, turning my back. “I’m moving to the guest room tomorrow.”

The mattress shifted violently. Before I could react, a heavy arm clamped around my waist, dragging me backward until I collided with his hard, hot chest.

And then, pressed against the small of my back, I felt it.

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