Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Violet’s POV:

Celeste froze for a fraction of a second, her carefully constructed mask wavering as she registered the shift in Daemonk demen Her voice emerged small and cautious, threaded with calculated vulnerability. It was Riley who suggested I should apologize Miss Goldcrest. After all, my presence has caused her so much pain. My intention was simply to ask for her forgiveness to mend the

rift between us…”

Such beautiful phrasing, I thought coldly. Responsibility deflected to Riley, benevolence claimed for herself.

But Daemon’s next words shattered that expectation entirely.

“Celeste. His voice cut through her explanation like a blade through silk, sharp and uncompromising. I told you explicitly not to attempt any further manipulation that could harm her. What was this video supposed to convey? That she hates you, that she oppresses you, that you had no choice but to publicly apologize?”

The words struck all of us like a physical blow. Sienna and Lucian stood frozen beside me, their shock mirroring my own paralysis. I found myself unable to reconcile this cold condemnation with the man who had spent months protecting Celeste from every consequence of her actions.

Celeste stood completely still, staring at Daemon as though he had transformed into something unrecognizable. her baby-blue gaze wide and disbelieving.

Within seconds, tears began sliding down her cheeks in perfectly timed rivulets, her expression crumpling into practiced devastation. “Everything is my fault, isn’t it? Even apologizing becomes another sin I’ve committed. Daemon, if the person you fray care for is Miss Goldcrest, why did you pursue me in the first place? What was it about me that made you help me, approa spend time with me? Now that I’ve fallen for you, you push me away, you blame me, you treat me like this what am

do?!”

She was still pretending not to know about Aurora, I realized with cold clarity.

Daemon ignored her tears, her grief, her implied accusation. His voice remained controlled and instant, as though so addressing a business matter rather than a sobbing girl claiming to love him. Ell issue à statement. This mask the you to stop creating these unnecessary complications for me and focus on staying healthy until you re deurved for surgery

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Funderstand I won’t presume anymore Celeste wiped at her tears with trembling fingers, justusin wine that wassaged to convey both bitter acceptance and profound hurt before turning that wounded grae un mie my fault

as though so he is only write was

I remained caught in my own thoughts, still trying to understand what Daemon: feelings for Celeste actually were Was a purels because of Aurora’s heart beating in her chest that he continued to protect her Aurota represented his greatest regret, the deepest

wound in his history

But watching hits clinical detachment. I felt something shift inside me

a peculiar bullochess that I hadn’t anticipated. I realized

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Chapter 215

with strange clarity that I hadn’t lost to a living, breathing rival. I had lost to an organ with no memory, no consciousness, no ability to choose. I had been defeated by a heart that couldn’t even remember the love it had once held.

“Sienna, I’m leaving,” I said quietly, turning away from the tableau of Daemon’s frost and Celeste’s tears.

Sienna immediately followed me out, with Lucian close behind.

Once the elevator doors closed around us, Sienna spoke, her voice filled with genuine confusion. “What the hell was that about Why did Daemon treat Celeste that way? He finally gets the girl he’s been protecting, and instead of being protective, he’s ice cold,

to her?”

Lucian looked equally baffled. “She has a serious heart condition. He should be more concerned about her health, more careful with

her emotions.”

I suspected that Lucian remained unaware of the full truth-that Celeste carried Aurora’s transplanted heart, that Daemon’s protection stemmed from grief and guilt rather than romantic attachment. Apart from myself and Daemon, Celeste and Linda, I doubted anyone else understood the complete picture.`

This wasn’t my secret to reveal.

We emerged from the hospital into the cool evening air, and I found myself face-to-face with Linda approaching from the opposite direction. The moment her eyes landed on me, her expression transformed-subtle but unmistakable layers of hostility and revulsion flickering across her features.

I knew from my earlier contact with Aiden that Linda had resigned from her position to remain in Frost Pack territory and care for Céleste during her illness and treatment.

“What are you doing here?” Linda’s voice emerged cold and accusatory. “Coming to stress out Celeste again?”

“Violet, who is this bitch?” Sienna asked sharply.

“My former colleague from Silver Ridge. Linda Morrison.” I kept my voice neutral.

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