Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Violet’s POV:

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Daemon’s hand, heavy and calloused, began to drift upward from my hip, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. My heart hammered against my ribs, but my mind remained encased in ice.

I didn’t struggle. I simply lay there, rigid as a corpse, until his hand brushed the hem of my silk nightgown.

“Are you testing me again, Daemon?” I asked. “Checking to see if the pathetic little Luna still melts at your

touch?”

The movement of his hand ceased instantly. For a long, agonizing moment, he hovered over me, his breathing heavy and uneven in the dark. I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head. The air between us curdled, the charge of lust dissipating into a cold, sharp hostility.

Daemon ripped his arm away and rolled to the far edge of the king–sized mattress.

“Don’t think about sleeping in the guest room,” he spat, his voice regaining that familiar, icy armor of indifference. “My parents are downstairs.”

***

By the time I woke, the other side of the bed was cold.

I descended the grand staircase just past noon. The house staff moved with quiet efficiency. Ruby informed me that the elder Blackwoods had left an hour ago and that Daemon had gone to the company

headquarters. I poured myself a cup of black coffee.

Then my phone vibrated against the marble countertop.

The screen lit up with a message from Evan. There was no greeting, just a single image followed by a

location pin.

I tapped the photo, and my blood ran cold. It was a shot taken from the shadows of the warehouse district last night. In the frame, I was supporting Zane, his arm draped heavily over my shoulder, our faces close as

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I helped him limp toward the exit. To an outsider, it looked intimate–a clandestine meeting in the dead of night between the Frost Luna and a young male wolf.

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Evan had watched.

My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. If Evan showed this to Daemon, or worse, leaked it to the Council, my plan to leave with my dignity and my assets intact would be incinerated. I would be branded an adulteress, stripped of my standing, and cast out with nothing. It was one thing to leave an Alpha; it was another to be discarded for “immoral conduct.”

I dialed Evan’s number immediately. It rang twice before he sent me straight to voicemail. I texted him: We

need to talk. Now.

Read. No reply.

“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath, slamming the coffee cup down. I grabbed my keys and sprinted for the

garage.

***

Evan was sitting behind his mahogany desk, reviewing a patient file. He looked up as I barged in, his expression unreadable behind his wire–rimmed glasses.

“I’m with a patient’s file, Violet,” he said coolly, not bothering to stand. “This is a place of business, not a venue for your marital dramatics.”

“You made it my business when you started stalking me,” I snapped. “You were there. Why didn’t you come out? Why hide in the shadows like a coward?”

Evan slowly removed his glasses, folding them with precise, deliberate movements.

“I was passing by on an emergency call when I saw the bike,” he lied smoothly. “I stopped to see if you were in trouble. Imagine my surprise when I saw the grieving, neglected wife cozying up to a college boy in a dark alley.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “Explain yourself. What is he to you?”

“He’s a friend,” I said. “He was attacked by Rogues. I was in the area. I saved his life, Evan. That’s it.”

“A friend,” Evan repeated, a sneer curling his lip. “You expect me to believe you risked your safety, and the

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Pack’s reputation, for a friend‘?”

“Zane has a mate,” I shot back. “We are strictly platonic. I am not the one in this marriage who has a

wandering eye.”

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