Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Sienna snarled back. I may have a bad temper, but at least I’m not a homewrecking slut.”

Lucian’s body went rigid beside me, his sharp intake of breath audible.

Celeste’s next words dripped with poison. “Lucian used to tell me you were just a shrew, that whoever married you would be unlucky Tsk. You better watch that baby in your belly carefully-wouldn’t want you to end up like Violet, losing it and having nothing left to

trap a man with.”

ned to look at Lucian. His face had frozen in complete shock, eyes wide with dawning horror. The casual way Celeste onized my daughter’s death, turning my miscarriage into a threat that Sienna might lose her leverage over her husband. led exactly how twisted she really was.

You fucking bitch!” Sienna roared. “I’m right here!”

The violent scrape of a chair se

other end. In the split second

o tear that filthy mouth off your face! Let me help you, die of that heart condition

ng through the door. Sienna held a chair above her head while Celeste gripped the ntervene, Celeste suddenly released her grip.

The chair came crashing

“Ah! It hurts!” Celest

Celeste’s head.

ectly pitched as her hand flew to her head.

Sienna frozen

“Baby

docto

sing the chair again. Celeste dropped into a defensive crouch, arms covering her head.

d wrestled the chair away, wrapping Sienna in his arms. “Don’t! What if you hurt our pups? The

for the babies!”

y as she struggled against his hold. “Lucian! If you dare say one more good word about het in front of

on’t!” The response came instantly, his voice carrying complete conviction.

where Celeste crouched on the floor, and for the first time, I saw genuine wariness and disgust replace his usual oked at her like someone who’d just discovered a venomous snake.

at him, not expecting such an immediate response Even Celeste lifted her head, contusion thickering across het

moment Daemon had brought her into their circle, Celeste had cultivated a persona of innocent sweetness But Lucian’s on now held none of that reflexive sympathy.

e appeared in the doorway.

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I turned to see Daemon standing there, his face cold as he took in the chaotic scene. His voice carried irritation. What’s going on

now?

“I’m fine. Sienna just misunderstood me.” Celeste stood up, covering her injured forehead with one hand.

Her eyes filled with grievance as she stared directly at Daemon.

Lucian’s eyes widened-he was clearly angry. Celeste’s words were obviously complaining to Daemon that Sienna had come to cause

trouble!

“Celeste, I don’t think my wife misunderstood anything about you, did she?” Lucian couldn’t help but retort.

Celeste’s expression showed clear shock, as if she couldn’t comprehend why Lucian, who usually protected her, was suddenly turning

against her.

Daemon’s deep, cold blood-red eyes looked at Celeste, then at Sienna and Lucian. His thoughts were impossible to read.

“Lucian… what did I do wrong?” Celeste’s eyes reddened. “I know Sienna is your wife now and she’s pregnant, so I didn’t want to argue with her. She tried to hit me with a chair and I endured it, but… I’m sick too!”

“I-!” Lucian’s face darkened, as if he wanted to reveal what he’d just heard, but after glancing at Daemon, he held back.

I watched Daemon with cold indifference, waiting for him to defend Celeste.

Daemon walked over and helped Celeste back onto the bed, his voice neither cold nor warm. “If you’re not feeling well, don t move around unnecessarily.”

Celeste immediately looked on the verge of tears, as if she’d suffered a terrible injustice. “Mr. Blackwood, am I really so hateful? Why even Lucian…”

Daemon pulled out his phone, opened a video, and interrupted her. “Did you post this?”

It was the apology video she’d released to me. It had already climbed the trending charts, with many people assuming I must have pressured her into apologizing.

Why was he asking about that?

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