Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Evan scoffed, clearly unconvinced. “Words are cheap. That photo says otherwise.”

I stared at him, realizing that in his eyes, I was already the villain. He was Daemon’s Beta–loyal to a fault, blind to his Alpha’s sins, and eager to protect the pack structure. I needed undeniable proof.

“Fine,” I said coldly. “You want the truth? Watch this.”

pulled up the app connected to my helmet’s GoPro. I scrubbed the timeline to the encounter with the Rogues and shoved the phone into his face.

On the screen, the high–beams cut through the darkness. The audio crackled with the Rogues‘ threats. The footage clearly showed the confrontation, the attempted extortion, and my threat about the Delta unit. There was no romance, only survival.

Evan watched the video in silence. I saw the tension in his shoulders ease, just a fraction.

“Does Daemon know this boy exists?”

“Daemon doesn’t know,” I said, my voice dripping with disdain. “And why would he? Zane is an ant to him. Daemon doesn’t concern himself with the lives of insects.”

Evan studied me for a long moment, searching for a lie. Finally, he nodded, tapping his screen to trash the file. “Keep it that way. For everyone’s sake.”

***

I straddled my bike, the engine roaring to life beneath me. It was mid–afternoon. Daemon was finally free of his parents. He would be desperate to see her.

My memory sparked. In my past life, this was the week the incident happened. Celeste’s father, Mason Morrison, ran a small but prestigious shop called The Shifter’s Hide, specializing in enchanted leather gear for quick transformations. It was located in the lawless buffer zone between the Frost and Wildfire packs. A local gang had been pressuring him to use his supply lines for smuggling drugs. Mason, proud and stubborn,

had refused.

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In the original timeline, Daemon had intervened. It was the catalyst, the moment he went from being the distant Alpha to the savior of Celeste’s family.

I shifted gears, the bike lurching forward. I had to see it.

****

The smell of the Grey Zone was distinctive–ozone, burnt rubber, and old blood. I parked the bike two blocks away in an alley and moved on foot, keeping to the shadows.

Mason’s shop was a wreck. The front window was shattered, shards of glass glinting on the pavement. Rolls of expensive leather were strewn across the street, and a workbench had been overturned.

But the violence had ended.

Daemon stood near the entrance, his dark suit immaculate against the chaos. He didn’t look like he had been fighting. His hands were in his pockets, his posture relaxed.

In front of him, Mason Morrison was weeping. The older man, his face bruised and swollen, was clutching Daemon’s arm with both hands, bowing his head in profound gratitiude.

“Alpha… I don’t know how to thank you,” Mason sobbed, his voice carrying on the wind. “They would have broken my hands. You saved my livelihood. You saved my life.”

And there, standing just behind her father, was Celeste.

Her large, baby–blue eyes were wide, shimmering with unshed tears.

Daemon nodded at Mason, saying something too low for me to hear, but his gaze drifted. He looked over the old man’s shoulder, locking eyes with Celeste. His expression softened. The cold, cruel mask he wore for me vanished, replaced by a look of intense, protective focus. He didn’t smile, but the intensity of his stare was

more intimate than a touch.

I stood in the alley, a bitter taste flooding my mouth. It was perfect. The billionaire Alpha sweeping in to save the innocent, hardworking family from the criminal underworld. He hadn’t just thrown money at the problem; he had used his power, his violence, to protect them.

He was her hero.

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I watched as Celeste took a hesitant step toward him, her lips parting to speak.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Daemon’s number.

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