Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

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I stared at Evan, feeling a cold, incredulous laugh bubbling in my chest. He sounded like he was

complimenting a lab rat for surviving a maze full of electric shocks.

“Admire?” I repeated, the word tasting like ash. “Admire for what?”

“Your loyalty. I call it the strength of a Luna who understood her place. But this?” He gestured vaguely to

the space between us. “This petty revenge game? It’s beneath you, Violet. You’re trading your dignity for a

cheap thrill.”

The audacity of his moralizing snapped the final thread of my patience.

“If my suffering was so admirable to you, Doctor,” I hissed, “then perhaps you should have used your scalpel

to cut the bond connecting me to your precious Alpha. Don’t stand there and lecture me about dignity when

you watched me drown for five years and called it ‘swimming.”

I expected him to flinch, but Evan merely stiffened.

“I’m not blaming you for wanting to leave, Violet. Finding your own path is logical,” Evan said, his voice

dropping an octave, losing its lecturing tone and gaining a terrifying gravity. “But you are playing with fire,

and you seem to have forgotten that Daemon isn’t just a mate you’re unmarking. He is a Prime Alpha.”

He took a step toward me, his shadow engulfing mine. “Daemon’s pride is his territory. It is absolute. Right

now, he thinks you are just acting out, a rebellious wife making noise. But if he connects the dots? If he

realizes you knew Zane before tonight, if he figures out you’ve been maneuvering Celeste and him like chess

pieces…” Evan paused, letting the silence hang heavy with threat. “If he realizes he’s been dancing to your

tune, looking like a fool while you pull the strings, he won’t just unmark you. He will destroy you. There is

no ‘safe exit‘ if you humiliate an Alpha of his caliber. If you want to survive this, stop digging your own

grave.”

His words were like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. Evan was right; if Daemon saw the strings,

he wouldn’t cut them. He would strangle me with them. I stood frozen as Evan got into his car and drove

away.

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The ride back to the Blackwood estate was a blur of wind and dark thoughts. By the time I guided my heavy

motorcycle into the garage, my hands were numb, shaking slightly as I pulled off my helmet.

I avoided the main staircase, taking the servants‘ stairs to the second floor, desperate to wash the scent of

them and my own fear off my skin. I locked the bathroom door and turned the shower on high, letting the

steam fill the room before I even stripped off my leather jacket.

I was standing at the sink, splashing cold water onto my face, when the door crashed open.

The lock didn’t break; it simply popped under the sheer force applied to the frame. I spun around, water

dripping from my chin, my heart leaping into my throat.

Daemon stood in the doorway.

He looked like a fallen god who had crawled his way out of hell. His tie was undone, hanging loosely around

his neck, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the flushed skin of his throat. But it was the

smell that hit me first–a wave of expensive whiskey, heavy and cloying, mixed with the metallic tang of

aggression. Beneath that, there was a scent of perfume.

My nose wrinkled instinctively. It was a floral scent, heavy on jasmine and rose–synthetic, overpowering,

and distinctly not Celeste’s fresh ocean breeze.

I leaned back against the marble counter, my eyes scanning him with a detachment that surprised even me.

A smear of lipstick, a shade too pink to be tasteful, stained the crisp white of his collar.

So, he failed.

The deduction came instantly, cold and logical. If that lipstick belonged to Celeste, if he had spent the

evening with his true mate, Daemon would be radiating the smug, intoxicating satisfaction of a successful

hunt. He would be insufferable, yes, but he wouldn’t be this… chaotic. This dark, roiling energy coming off

him was frustration.

A strange, twisted pity curled in my gut. Not for me–I was long past caring who Daemon slept with–but for

Celeste. That sweet, naive girl… did she have any idea what kind of life was waiting for her? Did she know

she was destined to be the keeper of this volatile, cheating, broken man?

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It doesn’t matter, I told myself, pushing the thought away. Soon, he will be her problem, not mine.

“You’re late,” Daemon growled, his voice a rough rasp that sounded like gravel grinding together.

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