Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 236

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The implications settled over me like a wet blanket. Daemon had created a profective bubble around Celeste leveragin would stress her fragile health before surgery.

“Thank you for trying, I managed, pocketing the flash drive even though it was essentially worthless.

Walking back to my car, I turned the situation over in my mind. Traditional media was closed to me. Fine. I’d bypass directly on social media, let them spread organically.

The plan was forming when my phone rang. Lucian’s name flashed across the screen.

“Violet, thank god.” His voice came through tight with urgency. “I need your help immediately.”

“What happened?”

‘I screwed up–said something stupid to Sienna and now she’s furious. She’s not answering her phone, and with the pregnancy I’m worried vick. Ca me look for her?”

I was already calculating routes to Sienna’s usual haunts when I pulled into the address Lucian had texted. I found him waiting outside with no sig desperate search he’d described. Just Lucian standing there looking guilty.

And behind him, leaning against a black car, stood Daemon.

‘Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

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You went to considerable trouble to corner me like this. I said. So what is it you want, Daemon?–

cleste’s condition is unstable.” No preamble. “Whatever you’re planning, it needs to wait until after her surgery * Northern Sument Park. sking

Che confirmation still felt like a physical blow. He’d orchestrated this entire confrontation just to deliver an ultimatum about protecting Celmates freest.

Let me ask you something.” I took three steps closer. “If it was Celeste who pushed me off the hospital bed, if it was her deliberate action that killed out

baby, what would you do to her?”

Something flickered across his face–surprise, maybe calculation. “Do you have proof?”

Answer the question first,” I pressed, refusing to let him deflect. “What would you do to her?”

I had a gut feeling that even if I told Daemon everything, laid out every piece of evidence, he would still protect Celeste in the end. In my past life, he d gone to insane extremes for her–there was nothing he wouldn’t do. So why would something as “trivial” as our dead child change that?

That’s why I’d never planned to expose Celeste to Daemon privately. I’d always intended to go public at their moment of triumph, when they finally got them happy ending. That would be the blow that would hurt her most.

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