Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237-

As long as things didn’t go the way they had in my previous life–when he and Daemon had torn each other apart with such viciousness.

“You’re awake?‘ Evan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. Come eat something.”

I emerged from the bedroom cautiously, very aware that I was still wearing last night’s clothes–rumpled, wine–stained, and reeking of poor decisions. At least they were still my clothes.

Shadow chose that moment to swoop down, his talons finding purchase on my shoulder. The eagle fixed me with one bright eye before releasing a sharp cry and taking flight again.

Evan watched with raised eyebrows. “You should shower. There are clean clothes on the bathroom counter.

The mortification of my current state hit me. I fled to the bathroom before he could say anything else.

When I emerged, wearing Evan’s oversized t–shirt and sweatpants rolled multiple times, I grabbed my phone with something approaching dread. Two missed calls from my mother, but Jade’s text eased my anxiety: Told your mom you got drunk and crashed at my place. You’re welcome, by the way.

My friends had apparently decided that Evan collecting me last night qualified as some kind of covert operation requiring cover stories. They’d been dropping hints for weeks that they suspected he had feelings for me.

“Something wrong?” Evan’s question made me jump. I’d emerged from the bathroom still staring at my phone, lost in thought.

“No, just–thank you. For picking me up last night. For letting me crash here.” I slipped the phone into my pocket and attempted a smile that probably looked as strained as it felt. “Very kind of you. Very… doctor–like.”

One of Evan’s eyebrows lifted in that way that suggested he found my discomført amusing. “You think I’d have done this for anyone?”

My scalp prickled with discomfort, alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind. I’d spent so much energy trying to avoid exactly this kind of complication- trying to keep Evan firmly in the ‘friend and confidant” category without allowing anything else to develop.

“Well, obviously we’re friends,” I said quickly, forcing brightness into my tone. “I mean, you wouldn’t pick up some random stranger from a bar at midnight. That would be weird. But friends help friends, right? That’s just… that’s normal.” I was rambling now, words tumbling over each other in my haste to redirect the conversation. Speaking of which, this breakfast looks amazing! Did you make all of this yourself?”

I practically threw myself at the dining table, where Evan had laid out what looked like a full restaurant spread–fluffy scrambled eggs, perfectly toasted bread, fresh fruit arranged in geometric patterns, even a small pitcher of fresh–squeezed orange juice. The presentation was meticulous, almost artisti

‘Thike cooking,” he said simply, though something in his tone suggested he d noticed my desperate subject change and was choosing to let it siste meditative

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The doorbell’s sharp chime cut through my spiraling thoughts, offering blessed interruption. Evan rose to answer it, and I followed a few beats later, thinking I should probably leave anyway. I’d imposed enough, and the atmosphere had grown suffocating.

Then Evan opened the door, and my entire body went rigid with shock.

Daemon stood in the hallway, his dark eyes sweeping the interior of Evan’s apartment with predatory focus. Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips the instant his gaze landed on me.

Time seemed to slow as his expression transformed–surprise giving way to something colder and infinitely more dangerous. His attention dropped to catalog what I was wearing, and I watched his jaw tighten as he registered the oversized men’s clothing hanging off my frame, the obvious implications of my presence here at this hour.

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Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 237

As long as things didn’t go the way they had in my previous life–when he and Daemon had torn each other apart with such viciousness.

‘You’re awake? Evan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Come eat something.”

I emerged from the bedroom cautiously, very aware that I was still wearing last night’s clothes–rumpled, wine stained, and reeking of poor decisions. At least they were still my clothes.

Shadow chose that moment to swoop down, his talons finding purchase on my shoulder. The eagle fixed me with one bright eye before releasing a sharp cry and taking flight again.

Evan watched with raised eyebrows. “You should shower. There are clean clothes on the bathroom counter.”

The mortification of my current state hit me. I fled to the bathroom before he could say anything else.

When I emerged, wearing Evan’s oversized t–shirt and sweatpants rolled multiple times, I grabbed my phone with something approaching dread. Two missed calls from my mother, but Jade’s text eased my anxiety: Told your mom you got drunk and crashed at my place. You’re welcome, by the way.

My friends had apparently decided that Evan collecting me last night qualified as some kind of covert operation requiring cover stories. They’d been dropping hints for weeks that they suspected he had feelings for me.

“Something wrong?” Evan’s question made me jump. I’d emerged from the bathroom still staring at my phone, lost in thought.

‘No, just–thank you. For picking nie up last night. For letting me crash here.” I slipped the phone into my pocket and attempted a smile that probably looked as strained as it felt. “Very kind of you. Very… doctor–like.”

One of Evan’s eyebrows lifted in that way that suggested he found my discomfort amusing. “You think I’d have done this for anyone?”

My scalp prickled with discomfort, alarm bells ringing in the back of my mind. I’d spent so much energy trying to avoid exactly this kind of complication trying to keep Evan firmly in the ‘friend and confidant category without allowing anything else to develop.

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The doorbell’s sharp chime cut through my spiraling thoughts, offering blessed interruption. Evan rose to answer it, and I followed a few beats later, thinking I should probably leave anyway. I’d imposed enough, and the atmosphere had grown suffocating.

Then Evan opened the door, and my entire body went rigid with shock.

Daemon stood in the hallway, his dark eyes sweeping the interior of Evan’s apartment with predatory focus. Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips the instant his gaze landed on me.

Time seemed to slow as his expression transformed–surprise giving way to something colder and infinitely more dangerous. His attention dropped to catalog what I was wearing, and I watched his jaw tighten as he registered the oversized men’s clothing hanging off my frame, the obvious implications of my presence here at this hour.

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