Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50
Violet’s POV:
The tires of my SUV crunched heavily over the gravel as I crossed the invisible demarcation line separating the Frost Pack’s pristine territory from the industrial wasteland known as the Buffer Zone.
To the uninitiated eye, this stretch of land-locally dubbed “Iron Ridge”-was nothing more than a festering scar on the landscape. It was a desolate expanse of rusted skeletal structures left over from the pre-war era, where the soil was too acidic for farming and the air always tasted faintly of sulfur.
I stared at the bleak horizon, a cold, predatory smile touching my lips.
Daemon didn’t know. He couldn’t possibly know that in my previous life, three years from now, a rogue geological survey commissioned by a desperate mining company would strike something far more valuable than gold beneath that poisoned soil. Deep within the bedrock of Iron Ridge lay the continent’s largest vein
of Eclipse Ore.
“Keep your secrets, Iron Ridge,” I whispered. I’ll take good care of you soon enough.”
***
The atmosphere shifted dramatically as I drove deeper into the forest, leaving the industrial decay behind for the ancient, imposing grandeur of the Blackwood ancestral estate. The main house was a fortress of dark stone and ivy, standing as a testament to centuries of ruthless consolidation of power.
I found Victoria in the sunroom. She was seated in a high-backed velvet chair, a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose as she studied a crumbling genealogy scroll. When the maid announced my arrival, Victoria looked up, her severe expression melting into genuine surprise and warmth.
“Violet? My dear, you didn’t tell us you were coming!” She set the scroll aside and rose.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I said, stepping forward to kiss her cheek. The scent of old parchment and
expensive rosewater clung to her. “Is Dominic around?”
“He’s with the Council elders, arguing about border tariffs again,” she sighed, waving a hand dismissively.
“He’ll be thrilled to see you.”
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I smiled and reached into my bag, pulling out a small, square box wrapped in midnight-blue velvet.
“I saw this and thought of you immediately, Victoria. I know your birthday isn’t for another month, but I
couldn’t wait.”
Victoria took the box, her eyebrows raising in curiosity. She lifted the lid, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Resting on the white satin cushion was a piece of Deep Sea Blue Amber, polished to a perfect sphere. Even without touching it, one could feel the gentle, rhythmic pulse of oceanic energy radiating from its core.
“Violet… this is…” She looked up at me, eyes wide. “This is a healer’s stone from the Abyssal Trenches. How on earth did you find one?”
“I have my sources,” I said softly. “I know your knee still bothers you when it rains. If you keep this near you when you shift, it releases a hydrostatic field that supports bone density. It should take the edge off the transformation pain.”
Victoria ran her thumb over the smooth surface of the amber, her expression softening into something profoundly touched. “This is magnificent. Truly.” She let out a short, bitter laugh. “My own son hasn’t given me anything this thoughtful in years. He just sends his assistant to buy whatever is most expensive at the jewelry store.”
Daemon is a man of macro-management. He knows exactly what people want. He gave my father a vintage blood-wine that cost more than a house because he needs the Wildfire alliance. He doesn’t need to buy your loyalty, so he doesn’t try.
*******
Dinner that evening was a formal affair, though the conversation was surprisingly spirited. Dominic Blackwood looked tired when he entered the dining hall, but his face lit up when he saw me.
Dominic swirled his wine. “Violet, staying at the manor all day… it must be stifling for a woman of your education. You graduated top of your class in management, didn’t you?”
I dabbed my mouth with the linen napkin. “I keep busy, Dominic.”
“Daemon has been… distracted lately,” Dominic said, choosing his words with diplomatic care. “The board feels he’s a bit volatile. We need a steady hand at headquarters. I want you to come into Blackwood
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Dynamics. Officially.”
I paused, my fork hovering over my plate. “In what capacity?”
Executive Vice President,” Dominic stated, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You are the Luna. Half of this empire is your responsibility. If you are in the office next to him, it sends a clear message of unity. It keeps the… distractions… at bay.”
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