Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Violet’s POV

I watched from the shadows of the alleyway as Daemon pulled his phone from his pocket

He didn’t check the screen. He just answered, his eyes never leaving Celeste’s face

“Speak, he commanded.

I held my phone to my ear. “Nothing.” I said flatly. “Wrong number.

I hung up immediately.

In the distance, Daemon frowned, pulling the device away to glare at it. Confusion flickered across his features–he knew my voice–but it vanished as Celeste stepped closer, placing a timid hand on his arm. He slid the phone back into his pocket. He had made his choice.

I didn’t scream or storm into the light like the old Violet would have. I simply turned on my heel and slipped back into the darkness, leaving them to their stolen moment.

The ride back to the city center cleared my head. As I neared the central plaza, traffic slowed to a crawl. The city was preparing for the Moonlight Festival, and the square was choked with construction crews.

I maneuvered my bike between the idling cars. To my left, a massive stage was being erected. A crane hoisted a heavy lighting rig toward the main truss, swaying in the gusting wind.

My grip tightened on the handlebars. My Event Management degree from Lupine Sovereign University wasn’t just a piece of paper; I knew safety protocols. I knew load–bearing limits. And I knew the primary support beam on the stage’s left flank was buckled.

I killed the engine and vaulted over the temporary barricade.

“Stop the lift!” I shouted.

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The foreman, a burly Beta, stepped in my path. “Hey! Restricted area. You can’t-

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“I said stop the lift!” I grabbed his vest. I might have been the neglected mate, the Luna the pack whispered

about behind closed doors, but the title was still mine. The authority was still woven into my voice,

undeniable and absolute. “That truss is compromised. Look at the weld points. Add that rig, and you kill

everyone in the front row.”

The foreman blinked, stunned. He looked ready to argue, to dismiss the woman in biker leathers

interrupting his work.

“Do it now!” I roared, letting the full weight of the Luna’s command crash down on him.

His wolf instincts overrode his confusion. He flinched and immediately barked into his radio. “Cut the

power! Hold the load!”

The crane groaned as the brakes engaged. The heavy rig swung violently just ten feet above the stage floor.

At that exact moment, a fierce gust of wind tore through the plaza.

The metal of the support beam screeched. A rivet popped, shooting out like a bullet and pinging against the concrete. The structure shuddered and leaned, but because the extra weight hadn’t been lowered, it held.

Silence descended on the square. The workers stared at the twisted metal, realizing how close they had

come to disaster.

I let go of the foreman. “Get a structural engineer out here.”

I turned to leave. The crowd at the barricades parted for me. There were whispers, but for the first time in years, the respect in their eyes wasn’t because of my marriage. It was because of my competence.

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The feeling of victory evaporated the moment I walked into Blackwood Manor.

“Luna! Thank the Goddess you’re home!”

Ruby Morrison rushed out of the kitchen, eyes red and swimming with tears. She grabbed my hand before I

could pull away.

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“I just heard from Mason,” she sobbed. “Alpha Blackwood… he is a saint. A true, benevolent leader.”

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My stomach turned. I looked down at the woman who would one day be Daemon’s mother–in–law. She was

trembling with gratitude, unaware that the man she worshipped was seducing her daughter over the ruins of

her husband’s shop.

“He paid for everything,” Ruby babbled. “The repairs, the lost stock… I don’t know how to repay him.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t expect repayment, Ruby,” I said, my voice tight. He’s investing, I thought. He’s buying

shares in your family.

Ruby looked up at me with pathetic devotion. In her eyes, I was the lucky wife of the most generous man

alive.

“Make sure he knows how grateful we are,” she whispered.

“I will.” I extracted my hand.

It was the first night since his parents had left the estate. With the audience gone, the performance ended

instantly.

Daemon didn’t come home.

In my previous life, I would have paced the floor until dawn. Tonight, I showered, put on my silk pajamas, and climbed into the center of the king–sized bed.

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