Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

“Your quick thinking saved the Council a massive lawsuit, Luna Violet, Mr. Henderson added respectfully.

“I just did what was necessary,” I said smoothly, falling into the role of the gracious daughter.

“See?” My father beamed. “That’s my girl.”

A sleek sedan pulled up to the curb–my father’s car. But as the driver’s door opened, I frowned. My father had employed the same elderly driver, Thomas, for fifteen years. The person who stepped out now was a woman in her early forties, wearing a tailored suit. She moved with a fluid grace, rounding the car to open

the rear door for my father.

“Thank you, Elena,” my father said, his voice carrying a warmth and familiarity that went far beyond the professional distance usually kept between an Alpha and his staff.

I took a step forward, a question forming on my lips, eager to probe this sudden change.

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“Violet! Over here!”

Sienna’s voice cut through the tension before I could speak, effectively ending the moment.

“Go on, enjoy your dinner,” my father said, patting my cheek before sliding into the car.

Elena closed the door, and for a split second before she turned to the driver’s seat, her eyes met mine. I stood frozen on the sidewalk as the car pulled away, a new knot of anxiety forming in my stomach, but my friends were already dragging me inside.

*******

Dinner was a chaotic affair of champagne and gossip. Sienna, as usual, commanded attention. She enlisted us to take photos of her for Instagram, watching the likes roll in with a cynical smirk.

“Three hundred likes in two minutes,” she said, tossing her phone onto the table. “Men are so predictable. It’s all biology and no brain. They smell pheromones, they want to mate. They call it pursuit, but it’s just hormones screaming at them to breed.”

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She looked around the table, her expression hardening. “Searching for ‘true love‘ is just a way to volunteer for suffering. I’d rather have fun and keep my heart intact.”

“That’s cynical,” Jade argued. “Look at Lily and Connor. They adore each other.”

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‘Connor is a lower–ranked wolf,” Sienna countered ruthlessly. “He treats Lily like a queen because he knows he married up. It’s safe. But real passion? That consumes you.”

“A good partnership is about synergy,” Lily insisted, her cheeks flushing. “You’re supposed to be stronger together than you are apart.”

Sienna swirled her wine, her gaze drifting toward me. “Stronger? Look at Violet. Did marriage add anything

to her life, or did it just…”

Jade kicked Sienna under the table.

“It’s okay,” I said, my voice steady. “Sienna is right.”

I spent years thinking if I just gave enough, the equation would balance out. I don’t regret loving him. I was young. My only regret is that I didn’t know when to stop.

***

Halfway through dessert, I excused myself to use the restroom. As I passed a private dining suite, the heavy mahogany door was slightly ajar, and a familiar voice drifted out.

Lucian Cross.

I froze, stepping into the shadow of a pillar.

“…so I asked him, are you serious about this college girl?” Lucian’s voice was slurred with alcohol.

My breath hitched. They were talking about Celeste.

A nasty laugh followed–Felix Hunt. “Who cares if he’s serious? The girl is fresh meat. Did you see the little mate she has? That pathetic architectural student?”

“Zane,” Lucian said.

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“Yeah, Zane,” Felix mocked. “Daemon is going to crush him. The kid thinks he has a chance. Someone needs to tell him that when an Alpha like Daemon Blackwood wants something, he takes it. The mate is just roadkill waiting to happen. Just let Daemon have his fun and move on.”

Bile rose in my throat. Their arrogance was suffocating. This was the toxic brotherhood that reinforced Daemon’s worst impulses.

I was about to storm off when a third voice cut through the drunken banter. It was cool, sharp, and sober.

Evan Thorne.

“And what about Violet?” Evan asked. “She is the Luna. As long as that mark is on her neck, she demands

our respect.”

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