Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“Good morning, Dr. Thorne,” I said, breezing past him to the guest chair.

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Evan sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. His green eyes were guarded. “What now? Planning to use me

to make Daemon jealous again?”

“Neither.” I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram. I navigated to Zane’s profile and found the photo

posted two years ago–a selfie of him and Celeste running on the beach. “Do you know this girl?”

I held the screen up.

Evan glanced at it, his expression flat. “No. I assume she’s a friend of the boy you ran over. Why?”

“Don’t play dumb, Evan. It insults both of us.” I retracted the phone. “This is Celeste Morrison. Zane’s girlfriend. And coincidentally, the woman Daemon is obsessively pursuing. He didn’t tell you?”

A flicker of caution passed through Evan’s eyes. “I knew there was… someone. I didn’t know the details.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “They are my friends. Small world. I saw Daemon texting her. I never thought

the icy Daemon Blackwood could look so desperate.”

Evan’s jaw tightened. “Why are you telling me this? Do you expect me to warn them?”

“I expect you to understand reality,” I said, dropping the mocking tone. “You keep telling me to hold on. look at this mess. Do you think Daemon will stop because of me?”

But

I stood up. “I tried, Evan. In my head, I’ve played this out a thousand times. Daemon is an Alpha; he takes what he wants. If I tell Celeste, she’ll feel guilty and run, which will make him chase her harder. If I tell Zane… what can he do? He’s a kid. He can’t fight a billionaire Alpha. Maybe I could sleep with Zane? Give Daemon a taste of his own medicine? Just to find some twisted sense of balance?”

Evan looked shocked. My composure usually cracked into sadness, not this cynicism.

“I’m telling you this,” I stepped close to him, “because I need you to stop playing peacemaker. Stop convincing Daemon our marriage is salvageable. I truly, genuinely want to break the bond.”

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The room fell silent. Evan studied me, searching for the lie. He was the only one who knew how pathetic my

unrequited love had been.

“You’re serious,” he murmured.

“Dead serious.”

He held my gaze, then let out a heavy sigh. “If that’s what you want.”

A weight evaporated from my chest. Having Evan neutral was a victory.

“Thank you, Evan.”

***

The next day, I drove to my father’s estate. It smelled of pine and old money, a stark contrast to the cold

modernism of Blackwood Manor.

“Happy Birthday, Dad!” I walked into the living room, arms laden with gifts.

Marcus Goldcrest stood up from his armchair. He smiled, but as he hugged me, his gaze darted to the empty

doorway behind me.

“Just you?” he asked, voice gruff.

“Just me,” I answered, meeting his gaze evenly.

In my past life, I would have instantly fabricated a lie about an emergency Council meeting or a border dispute to cover for him. I would have desperately tried to smooth over the cracks in my marriage. But today, I offered no excuses. I wanted them to see the empty space beside me. I wanted them to know exactly

where I stood.

My mother, Eleanor, walked in, scowling. “Just you? On his father–in–law’s sixtieth birthday? That boy has

no respect, Violet.”

“It’s fine, Mom,” I said calmly, though inside, the absence of my usual defense felt strange. “I’m here. That’s

what matters.”

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“It matters that he treats our family with dignity! My father’s voice rose, the Alpha tone bleeding through. If he thinks the Blackwood name gives him the right”

He stopped mid sentence. His eyes widened, looking toward the foyer.

I turned around.

Daemon stood in the entryway.

He was dressed in an impeccable charcoal suit. His hair was styled back, revealing the sharp lines of his face. In one hand, he held a bottle of vintage wine; in the other, a gift box.

“Apologies for the delay,” Daemon said, his voice smooth as velvet. He walked in, radiating charm and power. “I had to personally collect this vintage from the cellar. Happy Birthday, Marcus.”

I stood rooted to the spot. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He hadn’t come in the last timeline. Why now?

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