Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Violet’s POV:

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I killed the engine of my bike, letting the silence of the campus edge wash over me before I swung my leg

over the seat. Zane didn’t hear me approach; he was too lost in his own misery.

“Zane?‘ I called out softly.

His head snapped up with a violence that made me flinch. Tears streaked his face, but it was his eyes that

froze me in place. They weren’t his usual soft grey; they were bleeding into a frantic, glowing amber, the

pupils dilated so wide they nearly swallowed the irises. He clutched his chest, his fingers digging into his

shirt as if trying to rip his own heart out.

“Luna…” His voice was a guttural rasp, more beast than boy. “My wolf… he’s howling. It feels like something

is snapping inside.”

A wave of pity crashed through my cynical exterior. It was the physical agony of a bond being rejected, or at least, the terrifying pre–tremors of it. His wolf sensed the separation before his human mind could fully

process it.

I pulled him into a firm embrace and released a wave of calming pheromones.

“Breathe, Zane,” I commanded. “Leash the wolf. Do not let it surface.”

He trembled violently against me, his body fever–hot, but slowly, the biological imperative to submit to a higher rank took over. His breathing hitched, then slowed. The amber glow in his eyes receded, leaving

behind bloodshot, exhausted grey.

“Tell me what happened,” I said, pulling back but keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder.

He wiped his face with his sleeve, looking ashamed of his outburst. “Yesterday… we were on a date. It was perfect, or I thought it was. But her phone unlocked on the table, and I saw it.”

“Saw what?”

“A text. From a number she didn’t have saved.” Zane’s voice cracked. “Being the jealous idiot I am, I

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demanded to know who it was. She refused to tell me. She got so defensive, Violet. She said I was being controlling, that I didn’t trust her.” He let out a bitter, choked laugh. “Then she said it. She said, ‘Maybe we need to break the Bond for a while. Maybe we need space.“”

“What did the text say, Zane?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral. “Exact words.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, reciting it like a curse he had memorized. “It said: ‘Can we just meet? Please. Give

me one chance.””

My heart skipped a beat.

The words echoed in my mind, layered with a sickening sense of irony. The ruthlessly arrogant Alpha

Daemon, who had looked at me with nothing but disdain for five years, was now begging.

I looked at Zane, this sweet, loyal boy who was being crushed by a game he didn’t even know he was

playing. He was the collateral damage of a True Mate bond. If I were a good person, I would tell him to let

her go.

But a surge of vindictiveness rose within me. Why should Daemon get what he wanted so easily?

“Zane,” I said, gripping his shoulder hard. “Listen to me. She hasn’t left you yet. ‘Taking a space‘ isn’t a

rejection.”

“It feels like one,” he whispered.

“It’s not,” I lied. “Come on. You can’t stay here.”

I stood up and handed him the spare helmet I had used for Ruby just an hour ago. “Get on the bike.”

*****

Twenty minutes later, we were pushing through the heavy double doors of The Midnight Howl.

I guided Zane to a booth in the back and ordered a bottle of Wolfsbane Liquor–a high–proof spirit distilled with trace amounts of aconite, just enough to numb a werewolf’s accelerated metabolism.

Zane downed the first glass like water. By the third, the alcohol had stripped away his remaining

composure.

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“It’s because I’m a Delta, isn’t it?” He slammed the glass down, tears streaming freely now. “She’s the

daughter of a Gamma. She’s at the top of her class. And who am I? I’m a poor kid working three jobs just to

buy her dinner. I’m not… I’m not powerful.”

I sipped my soda, watching him unravel. “Status isn’t everything, Zane.”

“In our world? It’s the only thing,” he slurred, looking at me with glassy eyes. “I promised I’d make her happy. I swore I wouldn’t let her regret choosing me. But how can I compete? That text… it was desperate,

Violet. Whoever sent that… he wants her bad. And if he has money? If he has power?”

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