Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

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The high–rise apartment Lily and Connor rented was across the city, in a neighborhood that aspired to

luxury without quite achieving it, and I took the long route on my motorcycle, letting the wind scrape the

numbness from my bones.

The moment I stepped into their apartment, I was struck by the sheer volume of warmth that Lily had

managed to cram into the modest space. White lace and gold ribbons draped across the living room,

wildflowers crowded every surface, and dozens of candles lined the mantle and coffee table.

“Violet!” Lily’s voice rang out from the kitchen, bright and breathless. She appeared a moment later, flour

smudged across her cheek and an apron tied snugly around her waist. Her hair was pulled back in a messy

bun, strands escaping to frame her flushed face, and her eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made my

chest tighten. “Thank the Goddess you’re here. I’ve been drowning in tulle and table settings all morning.”

I glanced around the apartment again, noting the absence of the one person who should have been by her

side. “Where’s Connor?” I asked, keeping my tone light even as a cold knot of dread began to form in my

stomach. “I thought he’d be helping you with all this.”

Lily waved a hand dismissively, her smile never faltering. “Oh, he’s been working insane hours lately. He got

promoted to operations manager at the firm last month, and he’s been pulling double shifts to prove he

deserves it.” She moved back into the kitchen, gesturing for me to follow. “He’s so determined, you know? He

keeps saying he refuses to be seen as the wolf who married into a good family and coasted on his mate’s

connections. He wants to build our future with his own two hands, and honestly, it’s one of the things I love

most about him.”

I forced a smile and perched on one of the kitchen stools, watching as Lily bustled around, pulling out trays

of half–decorated cookies and muttering about frosting consistency. The exhaustion was there, lurking

beneath the manic energy. I could see it in the faint shadows under her eyes, the slight tremor in her hands

as she piped delicate swirls onto a sugar cookie shaped like a crescent moon.

“You should take a break,” I said carefully, testing the waters. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Lily laughed, a sound that was equal parts delight and fatigue. “I haven’t, really. But it’s worth it.” She set

down the piping bag and turned to face me, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, and the

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expression on her face made my stomach drop. It was the look of someone about to share a secret so

precious that speaking it aloud felt like a risk. “Actually, Violet, there’s something I haven’t told anyone yet.

Not even Connor.”

My pulse quickened, a sense of foreboding crawling up my spine. “What is it?”

She bit her lower lip, her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. “I’m pregnant.” The words tumbled

out in a rush, as if she had been holding them back for so long that they could no longer be contained. “A

month and a half. I found out two weeks ago, and I’ve been dying to tell him, but I wanted to wait until the

ceremony. I thought it would be the perfect surprise.”

The world tilted beneath me, and I gripped the edge of the counter to steady myself. Of all the possible

complications, this was the worst. A baby. An innocent life caught in the crossfire of Connor’s lies and Lily’s

blind devotion.

If I told her the truth now, showed her the evidence of Connor’s betrayal, what would happen? Lily’s world

would shatter. The pain and rage would consume her, and in her fragile state, the stress could easily trigger

a miscarriage.

But if I stayed silent, if I let her walk into that ceremony believing Connor was the devoted mate he

pretended to be, what then? When the truth inevitably came out, would she spend the rest of her life

making excuses for a man who did not deserve her, all because she thought a child needed two parents

under one roof?

I opened my mouth, then closed it again, the words dying on my tongue. There was no good answer. No

clean solution. Every path led to pain, and I was standing at the crossroads with Lily’s trusting eyes locked

on mine, waiting for me to say something, anything.

“That’s wonderful,” I managed, the words tasting like ash. “You must be so happy.”

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