Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

I paused with my hand on the door handle, not turning around. “What?”

“I know I have no right to ask this, but… He trailed off, and I heard him take a breath. “Can you stop being so distant?”

The laugh that escaped me was sharp, bitter. I turned to face him, letting him see the ice in my amber–gold eyes. “So what do you expect from me, Daemon? Should I act like before? Pretend nothing happened and go back to being your loyal little dog, wagging my tail and waiting for scraps of your attention?”

His body went rigid, his jaw clenching as my words landed like physical blows. “That’s not-

“That’s exactly what it was, I cut him off, my voice deadly calm. “For five years, that’s exactly what I was. And you know what the worst part is? I did it to myself because I was so desperate for you to love me that I forgot how to be anything else.”

‘I can compensate you.” His voice was low, urgent. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. I apologize for all the mistakes I made. His blood–red eyes held something I’d never seen before–genuine remorse, raw and unguarded.

The sound that came out of me was half laugh, half sob. “If apologies worked, we wouldn’t need the police, would we?” I stepped closer to him. “Not all wounds can be healed with a simple ‘I’m sorry‘, Daemon. My child is never coming back. Never.”

The last word came out strangled, and I hated myself for the tears that burned behind my eyes.

“I want you to stay away from me.” I forced the words out, each one sharp and clear. “Can you do that?”

“No.” The answer was immediate, certain, almost defiant. “I can’t.”

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He moved closer, closing the distance I’d tried to maintain. “I’ve tried, Violet. These past weeks, I tried to stay away, tried to convince myself I was doing the right thing by giving you space. But I can’t. I just… can’t.”

“Daemon, don’t forget–it was always YOU who pushed me away. YOU who destroyed my feelings for you.” My voice rose despite my efforts to control it. “What’s the point of saying this now?” I paused, letting bitter amusement color my next words. “You don’t actually think that just because Celeste is gone, all the damage between us magically disappears, do you? Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen in love with me now.”

The silence that followed felt like standing on the edge of a precipice. I expected him to deny it, to deflect, to retreat behind the walls he’d maintained for so long.

Instead, Daemon held my gaze and said, clearly and without hesitation: ‘Yes. I think I really have fallen in love with you.”

My breath caught.

‘I admit it, he continued, his voice rougher now. I was blind before. I was so trapped in the past, in guilt, in ghosts, that I couldn’t see what was right n front of me. But now I see you, Violet The real you. He took another step closet, and I found myself backed against the examination table. I see your strength, your resilience, how you ve grown from someone who tried so hard to please everyone into someone who knows her own worth see how y stood up to me, how you fought back, how you refused to be broken And I I’m in awe of you

His hand rose slowly, carefully, giving me time to pull away. When I didn’t move, his fingers ghosted along my jawline with a tenderness Ed never felt from him before. “So yes, I’ve fallen for you And I’m asking no, begging will you give me a chance to prove it? Let me court you properly this time. Let me chase you the way I should have from the beginning

Deep in my consciousness, Ember stirred with lazy amusement Well, well, well looks like it’s our turn to play hard to see now

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Chapter 250

“Your right,” + responded sitently. “If he wants another chance, he’ll have to earn it. And it won’t be easy.”

I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say no. I simply let the moment stretch between us before finally speaking in a voice that gave away nothing: ‘I’m not the same Violet who would accept crumbs anymore.”

Then I turned and walked toward the door, each step deliberate and unhurried.

“Violet. His voice stopped me just as my hand touched the handle. When I glanced back over my shoulder, I found him watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read–something between hope and hunger and carefully restrained need. “Then make me work for it. Set your terms, make your demands–I’ll meet every single one. However long it takes, whatever it costs, I’m not giving up on you.*

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