Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Violet’s POV:

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Daemon looked at me with pure, unadulterated annoyance.

“What are you talking about?”

His voice was low, laced with the exhaustion one reserves for a petulant child. He didn’t wait for an answer. To him, my proposal to break the bond so he could pursue his “True Mate” wasn’t a strategic move–it was

simply the hysterical rambling of a woman desperate for attention.

“You’re being ridiculous, Violet. Go to sleep.”

With a dismissive wave, he turned his back. His broad shoulders remained stiff as he strode toward the

staircase, never once looking back.

I stood frozen in the center of the vast living room, staring at the empty space where he had just stood.

He had been chasing Celeste for nearly a month now. Hadn’t he realized yet that his reaction to her was completely different from all those meaningless flings in the past? For a man so ruthless and brilliant in business, so sharp in pack politics, how could he be so incredibly dull when it came to emotions?

Why wouldn’t he just agree to break the bond?

I let out a long, defeated sigh. I turned away from the cold luxury of the living room and headed upstairs to

my bedroom.

***

The following morning, the dining hall was silent. Sunlight streamed across the table, but it did nothing to warm the chill radiating from Daemon.

I, however, was in high spirits. I had woken up to a text from Zane.

Zane: She came to me! We talked for a long time. She said she was just confused. We’re meeting for breakfast. Thank you, Violet.

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I hid a smirk behind my coffee cup. Of course she went to find him. I had sent her to his location when he

was vulnerable, ensuring her guilt would override her attraction to the man texting her.

Daemon sat opposite me, slicing his steak with surgical precision. He hadn’t spoken a word since sitting

down. His phone, resting face–up on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Daemon glanced at the screen, and his expression darkened instantly. His hand froze, knuckles turning

white around the knife handle. If Zane was having a happy reunion breakfast with Celeste, then Daemon

had just received a rejection text.

He stood up abruptly. The chair screeched against the marble floor as he grabbed his jacket, his movements

sharp and predatory.

“Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock,” I called out coolly, not bothering to turn around. “My father’s birthday.

Don’t forget.”

He didn’t answer. The heavy front door slammed shut a moment later, the echo reverberating through the

empty house.

I chewed my toast slowly.

*******

An hour later, I stood at the edge of the estate where the manicured lawns gave way to the dense forest.

This was the old training ground.

I stripped off my clothes and focused on the spark I had suppressed for years.

Ember.

For five years, I had kept her dormant to be the perfect human Luna. But today, I needed the pain.

I pushed the change. It didn’t come as a fluid slide; it came with the sickening crunch of bone rearranging itself. A scream tore from my throat as my spine snapped into a new arch. Fur burst through my pores like hot needles. I fell to my hands and knees, gasping and convulsing in the dirt.

When the transformation finally settled, I lay panting on the forest floor. I looked down at my paws–dark grey, dusted with silver. I was clumsy. I tried to stand, but my rear legs wobbled like a newborn pup’s. I

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stumbled, my snout hitting the earth.

Pathetic, I thought. This is what happens when you cut off a part of yourself to fit into someone else’s box.

I forced myself up again. I ran. I wasn’t fast, and my gait was uncoordinated, but the wind rushing through my fur felt real. I was taming my wolf again, rebuilding the Violet that had been dismantled by years of

neglect.

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***

By the time I arrived at Evan Thorne’s clinic, I had showered and dressed in a sharp blazer and jeans.

I saw Evan through the glass partition of his office. He looked up, saw me approaching, and immediately

moved to close the door.

I was faster. I jammed the toe of my boot into the gap and shoved the door open.

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