Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 59

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The footage showed Connor in a parking garage, pressed against a sleek sedan with a blonde woman in his arms. Their kiss was deep and unmistakably intimate, her hands tangled in his hair while his gripped her

waist with practiced familiarity.

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Sienna’s eyes flashed gold, her wolf surging forward. “I am going to castrate that piece of shit,” she snarled,

half–rising from her seat.

Jade grabbed her arm, her own face twisted with fury. “How dare he? Lily trusts him completely. She talks

about him like he is some kind of saint.”

I held up a hand to stop them. “There is more.” I took a deep breath. “Lily is pregnant. Six weeks along. She

is planning to surprise Connor with the news at the bonding ceremony.”

The room went deathly silent. Sienna sank back onto the sofa, her face pale. “Oh Goddess,” she whispered.

“That poor girl.”

Jade’s expression hardened with cold rage. “I ran into Connor’s parents last week at the market. They were

bragging about how their son had landed such a catch, but complaining that Lily’s sister would eventually

split the family fortune. Like he is just there for the money.”

“He is scum,” Sienna spat. “And his parents are parasites. Lily deserves so much better than this.”

We sat in heavy silence for a long moment. Finally, Sienna straightened her shoulders. “We have to tell her.

Today if possible.”

“Agreed,” Jade said firmly. “The longer we wait, the worse it will be. She needs to know before she makes any

permanent decisions.”

I nodded slowly. “I will support whatever you both think is best. But we need to be careful about how we

approach this. She is vulnerable right now.”

We spent the next hour planning exactly how we would break the news, then Sienna left to arrange getting

Lily to my house under the pretense of a casual gathering.

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After they left, I found myself aimlessly scrolling through social media. That was when I saw it–a post from

Zane Carter on my feed. It was a photo of a half–eaten lunch, taken from what looked like his dorm room.

The caption read simply: “Maybe I’m just not enough.”

My chest tightened. I clicked through to his profile and felt my stomach drop. Every photo of him with

Celeste had been deleted. His page, once full of proud couple pictures, was now empty of her entirely.

I stared at the blank spaces where their happiness used to be, then opened a private message.

Violet: You okay?

The message showed as delivered, but no response came. I set the phone down and closed my eyes, waiting.

Twenty minutes later, it finally buzzed.

Zane: We rejected each other. It’s over.

I looked at those cold words and felt a hollow ache in my chest. Even with all my interference, all my

attempts to give him advantages, the timeline had not changed. The male lead and female lead were

destined to find each other, and those of us in the margins could not alter that trajectory.

Violet: I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?

Zane: Not really. But I’ll survive.

Violet: You deserve better than someone who doesn’t see your worth.

Zane: Maybe. Right now I just feel like a fool.

Violet: You’re not a fool. You loved someone with all your heart. That takes courage.

Zane: Thanks, Violet. That means a lot.

Violet: Let’s meet up sometime soon. I’ll buy you a drink.

Zane: I’d like that.

I set the phone down and stared at the ceiling. Daemon was probably with Celeste right now. Comforting

her through the pain of her rejection.

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The week that followed was a blur. Daemon did not return to the manor once. I threw myself into

preparations for handling the Lily situation, meeting repeatedly with Sienna and Jade to strategize. We

worried that even with evidence, Lily might make excuses for Connor or convince herself that the baby

changed everything.

“We need to tell her before she gets any deeper,” Sienna insisted during one of our planning sessions.

“Before she starts rationalizing his behavior.”

Finally, she arranged to lure Lily to my home under the pretense of reviving our monthly friend gatherings.

When the day arrived, we were waiting in the sitting room, our faces carefully neutral but our hearts heavy.

The sound of the front door opening made my stomach clench. Lily’s bright laughter echoed through the

foyer, and then she appeared in the doorway. The moment she saw our expressions, her smile faltered.

“You all look so serious,” she said slowly, her hand moving instinctively to rest on her stomach. “What is

going on?”

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