Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 238

“Why are you here? The question enrerged low and deadly, each word precisely enunciated.

‘I came for breakfast. I said flatly, refusing to show how his sudden appearance had rattled me. The meal was finished anyway, and I’d been planning to leave regardless. This was just unfortunate timing. turned to Evan, deliberately casual. “Thanks again for everything last night. I should get going.”

“Of course. Be safe getting home, Evan replied, his tone perfectly neutral. He didn’t look remotely uncomfortable about being caught with his best friend’s ex–wife in his apartment at dawn, wearing his clothes. The man had nerves of steel.

I nodded and moved toward the door, fully intending to slip past Daemon without further engagement. But my conscience–that persistently inconvenient thing—wouldn’t let me leave without attempting damage control. Evan didn’t deserve whatever confrontation was brewing, not when he’d literally just been doing a good deed.

“Daemon.” I stopped at the threshold, meeting his cold stare directly. “Nothing happened between Evan and me. I got drunk last night, Jade called him to pick me up, and he let me sleep in his guest room. That’s the entire story. Don’t read anything else into it.”

My explanation seemed to have the opposite of its intended effect. Rather than easing the tension, Daemon’s expression darkened further, storm clouds gathering behind his eyes in a way that promised violence.

“I didn’t drive here, I added, addressing Evan while keeping my peripheral vision locked on Daemon’s barely leashed aggression. “Can you give me a ride?”

*I’ll take you,” Evan said immediately, already reaching for his car keys.

“No.” My hand shot out to stop him. “Let Daemon do it. He’s already here, and you were about to head to work anyway.”

The last thing I needed was Daemon’s paranoia metastasizing into actual violence. His possessiveness might not extend to wanting me himself, but it absolutely encompassed preventing anyone else–especially his best friend–from having me. The fact that we’d officially dissolved our bond wouldn t matter to that particular brand of Alpha territorial madness.

Evans jaw tightened, but he relented after a long moment. “Fine. But Daemon He turned to face his friend directly, his pale green eyes hard. Everything happened exactly as she described. If you want to doubt someone, doubt your own ability to trust people who’ve never given you reason not to.

Then he grabbed his keys and left, brushing past both of us without looking back. The door clicked shut behind him with a finality that left Daemon and me standing in the hallway alone, the silence between us thick enough to choke on.

I didn’t wait for him to speak. Didn’t give him the opportunity to start whatever interrogation he was clearly gearing up for I singly turned and the add toward the elevator, my borrowed clothes swishing around my legs with each step.

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Chapter 238

past through the window, trying to orient myself based on landmarks, but we were heading in the wrong direction–away from my apartment, away from my

parents territory,

Toward the hospital. Specifically, toward the hospital where Evan worked.

“Why are we here?” I demanded as Daemon pulled into a spot near the main entrance. Through the glass doors, I could see the familiar sterile brightness of the lobby, the flow of staff and visitors moving through their morning routines.

Evan’s car was parked three spaces over.

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