Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 249

“Celeste… The name emerged as barely a winsper, and then Mason’s legs simply gave out. He dropped like a felled tree, his body hitting the marble floor with a dull thud. His eyes rolled back, foam gathering at the corners of his mouth, and his chest went still.

“Mason! MASON!” Ruby abandoned Celeste and threw herself toward her husband, pressing her ear to his chest. ‘No, no, no, please God, no-

Ruby’s wail of grief was primal, the sound of a mother and wife who’d just watched her entire world collapse. She clutched Mason’s body to her chest, rocking back and forth.

I stood there frozen, my mind struggling to process the carnage that had unfolded in less than a minute.

Daemon’s voice cut through the chaos, cold and authoritative. “Felix, check Morrison. Lucian, call the Council. This needs to be documented as accidental death during internal conflict.”

Felix moved to help the doctor, while Lucian pulled out his phone and stepped away. Sienna pressed closer to her mate, deliberately turning her face away from the blood.

Ruby looked up at Daemon, her face streaked with tears and mascara. “Alpha Blackwood, please! My daughter–she’s dying! Please help her!”

Daemon’s expression didn’t change. ‘Do what you can,” he said to the doctor, his tone making it clear he expected nothing. “But don’t expect miracles.

Then he turned to Lucian. “Evan Thorne attacked a pack member in rage and died due to his own recklessness. Mason Morrison died of pre–existing heart condition triggered by stress. Document it.”

It was cold, calculated, and completely in line with wolf law. No one would be held responsible.

Ruby’s sob was broken, defeated. “Please… please save my daughter…”

But Daemon had already turned away, his blood–red eyes finding me across the room.

He crossed the space between us in three long strides and scooped me up in his arms, one hand beneath my knees and the other supporting my back.

“Put me down,” I said coldly, my body going rigid in his hold. “I can walk.”

“Don’t argue.” His voice was low, brooking no disagreement. “I’m taking you to the clinic. His arms tightened around me as I tried to twist free.

‘I m fine-

You’re not fine. Handle the rest, he told Lucian over his shoulder. “I’ll contact the Council later.

“Daemon- I started to protest again, but he was already striding toward the door with me cradled against his chest like I weighed nothing

Sienna called after us, “Vi, should i

“Give them space, I heard Lurian say quielly Daemon won’t hurt her

The clinic was mercifully empty when we arrived, just a receptionist who took one look at Daemon’s bare chest and my disheveled state and immediately

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11l get the doctor, the receptionist said.

She scurried away, leaving us alone in the sterile white room. I pulled the borrowed coat tighter around myself, suddenly aware that I was wearing nothing but torn fabric beneath it, and Daemon was still shirtless, his bronzed skin marked with faint red lines where Geleste’s wolf had managed to rake him during their brief struggle.

The silence stretched between us, heavy with everything that had just happened and everything that remained unspoken. I watched him standing there, his powerful frame tense despite the casual way he’d propped himself against the counter, his blood–red eyes never leaving my face.

Finally, a doctor entered–young, female, professional. She took one look at us and her expression became carefully neutral. ‘Luna- She caught herself. ‘Ms. Goldcrest. Let me examine you.”

She checked me over with efficient thoroughness, paying particular attention to my neck where Evan’s scalpel had drawn a thin line of blood. The wound had already begun to close thanks to wolf healing, but she cleaned and dressed it anyway, murmuring about infection risks and proper care.

Daemon watched every moment of the examination with predatory focus, his body coiling tighter each time I winced at the antiseptic’s sting.

‘She’ll be fine, the doctor said, stepping back. “The neck wound is superficial and should heal completely within a few days. Just keep it clean and dry.” She looked between us, clearly sensing the tension. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

The door clicked shut behind her. Daemon and I stared at each other across the small room.

He opened his mouth as though to speak, then closed it again.

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