Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 55

He stepped into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. The space instantly felt too small. The steam.

from the shower swirled around us, carrying his scent deeper into my lungs, triggering a biological alarm in

my blood.

“I was out,” I said, keeping my voice steady, though my fingers gripped the edge of the sink behind me until

my knuckles turned white. “Go to sleep, Daemon. You’re drunk.”

“Drunk?” He let out a harsh, broken laugh and took another step toward me. His eyes were blown wide, the

pupils dilated so much that the irises were barely visible rings of crimson. “I wish I was just drunk. They put

something… something in the reserve.”

He swayed slightly, then lunged.

I tried to dodge, to slip past him toward the door, but he was unnaturally fast. His hand slammed onto the

counter beside my hip, trapping me. His other hand gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh with

a strength that bruised.

“Daemon, stop!” I pushed against his chest, but it was like pushing against a concrete wall. He was burning

up, his skin radiating a fever heat that seared through my clothes.

“I can’t,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His breath was hot and ragged against my

skin. “It hurts, Violet. It feels like my blood is boiling. Help me.”

The vulnerability in his voice was jarring.

“Get off me,” I snapped, panic rising. “Go find the owner of that lipstick on your collar.”

“She was nothing,” he mumbled, his lips grazing my pulse point, sending a jolt of unwanted electricity down

my spine. “Useless. It didn’t work. I need… I need you.”

The irony was suffocating. He needed me not because he loved me, but because I was the only vessel his

biology recognized as a temporary fix until he secured Celeste. I was the antidote, not the desire.

I prepared to knee him in the groin, to fight him off with everything I had, when my ears twitched.

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Through the heavy oak door, over the sound of the running shower and Daemon’s labored breathing, I heard

the distinct, soft tread of footsteps in the hallway.

Ruby.

It had to be. She often brought up a hangover tonic when Daemon returned late.

My mind raced, the gears turning faster than the panic.

If she saw the luna embracing her alpha, passionately, willingly… if she saw us as a united, inseparable

front?

Celeste was a good girl. She valued family. If her mother told her that Daemon and Violet were deeply,

physically in love, that they were intimate and connected, Celeste’s moral compass would make it that much

harder for her to accept Daemon’s pursuit. It would be a massive boulder on the road to their happy ending.

The footsteps stopped just outside the door. I could hear the faint clink of porcelain on a tray.

I made my choice.

My hands, which had been pushing against Daemon’s chest, slid up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my

fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

Daemon froze for a microsecond, shocked by the sudden lack of resistance, before a low, animalistic growl

ripped from his throat. He took my surrender as permission. He crushed his mouth against mine, his kiss

bruising, desperate, and devoid of tenderness.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I arched my back, pressing myself against him, and let out a soft, throaty moan

that I knew would carry through the door.

“Daemon…” I whispered against his lips, pitching my voice to be heard. “Yes… right there.”

The doorknob turned slightly, then stopped. Through the crack in the door that Daemon hadn’t fully

latched, a shadow fell across the sliver of light from the hallway.

I kept my eyes open, staring over Daemon’s shoulder at the gap. I saw the flash of a uniform. I saw the

hesitation. And then, I saw the shadow retreat.

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Checkmate, I thought viciously.

But my victory was short–lived.

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Daemon, fueled by the drugs in his system and the shock of my sudden, feverish initiative, snapped. The

last tether of his restraint severed. He didn’t know it was a performance. He didn’t know he was being used.

He growled, a sound that vibrated through my entire chest, and hoisted me up onto the marble counter, his

grip tightening possessively.

I gasped, realizing too late that in setting a trap for his future, I had locked myself in the cage with the

beast right now.

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