Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Violet’s POV:

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I stood frozen in the hallway shadows. A sharp pang of guilt twisted in my chest for shattering his expensive crystal sculpture into a thousand glittering shards.

But then Daemon’s voice sliced through the moment, low and dripping with lazy amusement.

“Serious?” The word ended in a scoff. “Lucian, you’re overthinking it. I enjoy the moment. But being serious about a woman? Why would I burden myself with that kind of weight when I can just enjoy the ride? They are a garnish. You don’t make a meal out of the parsley.”

Felix and Lucian erupted into laughter–a harsh, sycophantic sound.

A sudden, sharp pressure in my bladder seized me, an urgency so intense it nearly doubled me over. I couldn’t stand here eavesdropping when I needed the restroom immediately.

I turned on my heel, abandoning the door, and hurried down the corridor.

Inside the stall, I relieved myself quickly. But as I wiped, the white tissue came away stained with bright red. My cycle had arrived, days early.

I stared at the evidence, waiting for the familiar, crippling agony. For five years, this had meant bedrest and cramps that felt like barbed wire.

But today… nothing.

I pressed a hand to my lower abdomen. There was no pain. Just a clean, rhythmic ache. The high–intensity training and the raw meat diet I had adopted for Ember were working. My wolf was healing, knitting my biological rhythms back together.

I washed my hands, feeling a strange, lighthearted satisfaction. Daemon hadn’t given me a shred of face in front of his friends just now. Fine. If he wasn’t going to give me face, I certainly wasn’t going to give him

any.

I applied a fresh coat of blood–red lipstick, snapping the cap shut with a sharp click.

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I walked back to their private dining suite. I shoved the heavy door open hard enough to make it bounce,

then immediately let my body go limp.

I stumbled forward, letting out a soft, startled cry as I collided with the doorframe.

The conversation inside died. Lucian and Felix froze with their drinks halfway to their mouths. Evan looked up from his phone, alarmed. And in the center, Daemon sat with an unlit cigar, his silver eyes cold and

assessing.

“Oh god…” I blinked rapidly, feigning disorientation. “I’m so sorry… I felt so dizzy. I just wanted to lean against the wall… I didn’t realize the door wasn’t latched.”

I drifted past Daemon and collapsed onto the armrest of Evan’s sofa. I let my shoulder press intimately

against Evan’s, my hair cascading over his sleeve.

“Dr. Thorne…” I said, my voice dripping with a sugary, cloying sweetness. “Since we ran into each other, could you do me a favor? I’ve been feeling terrible. You’re the best doctor in the pack… surely you can tell

me what’s wrong?”

Evan stiffened, pulling back slightly. “Luna…I am off duty. Please come to the clinic tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is too late,” I complained. I reached out and captured Evan’s hand. “I hurt now.”

I dragged his resistant hand toward my lower back, pressing his fingertips firmly against the curve of my spine, just above my hip. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck, and finally let my eyes drift toward Daemon. I held his gaze, challenging him.

“Right here,” I whispered, the words heavy with double meaning. “It’s been so sore lately. An ache that just won’t go away. And my stomach…” I guided Evan’s trembling hand around to my flat abdomen. “It feels so full, so tight. It’s like there’s this pressure building up inside me that I just can’t… release.”

The sexual innuendo hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Evan looked like he was holding a live grenade. He ripped his hand away, his face pale as he looked at Daemon.

“Get. Out.”

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mmand wasn’t shouted, but it vibrated with the undeniable power of the Alpha Command. Daemon didn’t move, but his pupils had contracted into pinpricks, the irises bleeding into a terrifying, luminous red.

Lucian and Felix scrambled to their feet, their intoxication vanishing instantly. Evan cast one last, worried glance at me, but the biological imperative to obey was absolute. He bowed his head and followed the

others.

The heavy door clicked shut, sealing us in.

Daemon moved like a striking viper. He crossed the room in a blur, seizing my wrist and jerking me up from the sofa. He slammed me into his hard chest, his other hand clamping onto my waist with bruising force.

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