Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 62

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 62

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Celeste Morrison wanted to meet tonight. I stared at the preview, feeling something cold twist in my chest.

How did she have the nerve to reach out after everything with Daemon?

I typed a brief agreement to meet at Moonlit Diner at seven and forced myself back to work, though the

numbers on my spreadsheet blurred into meaningless columns.

When I arrived at the diner after sunset, Celeste was already waiting in a back booth. Her honey blonde hair

caught the warm light, baby blue eyes wide and clear. She wore a cream cardigan over a simple dress,

managing to look both modest and subtly alluring. This was what Daemon wanted, I thought with detached

clarity. Fresh–faced, uncomplicated beauty. They were well–suited–his dark intensity balanced by her light

warmth.

“Thank you for meeting me,” she said, her voice holding no discomfort or guilt. She spoke as though we

were simply friends catching up, as though she had never spent evenings texting my mate.

I smiled politely. “Of course. What did you want to talk about?”

She pulled out her phone. “I wanted to return the money for that wedding dress. I returned it. It didn’t feel

right to keep it.”

My phone buzzed with the transfer notification. I accepted it, then added with a brittle smile, “You’re right.

It would be more appropriate for Zane to buy you a wedding dress when the time comes.”

Something flickered across her face. “Zane and I have mutually rejected our bond. We’re not together

anymore.”

Her eyes glistened with tears that looked real enough, pooling along her lower lashes. “I’m sorry to hear

that,” I said neutrally. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

She shook her head quickly and reached for a napkin. “No, it’s still too fresh. I just wanted to clear this up

and return the money.”

She stood abruptly. “I should go. Thank you again, Violet.”

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Then she was gone, leaving me alone with more questions than answers. I remained in the booth for several

minutes, turning over what had just happened. Celeste had shown no embarrassment at seeing me, no

awkwardness about her relationship with Daemon. She had looked me in the eye and talked about returning

a dress as though there were no secrets between us.

When I finally reached my car, I sat with the engine off and followed the threads of logic to their

conclusions. Celeste clearly had not told Daemon that she knew me, that we had met before the university

ceremony. If she had, Daemon would have warned me away from her or confronted me. Her silence meant

she was keeping our acquaintance hidden, maintaining the illusion that their meeting had been pure

chance.

More tellingly, she had not told Zane that his mysterious rival was Daemon Blackwood. Zane would have

said something to me if he knew. Celeste was carefully compartmentalizing all of us, keeping each

relationship sealed off from the others. This was not the behavior of the sweet, naive girl I had thought I

was protecting. This was calculated concealment.

I found myself reaching for my phone and calling Evan almost without conscious thought.

“Violet,” he answered, clinic sounds in the background. “Is this about your physical therapy appointments?”

“Yes. I need to talk to you about something else. Are you free tonight?” I glanced at the dashboard clock.

“I’m near Silverpine Grill. Can you meet me there in thirty minutes?”

He sighed. “Fine. Thirty minutes.”

Evan arrived looking tired, his usual polish slightly rumpled. He declined the menu and ordered sparkling

water.

“Three emergency cases this afternoon,” he said shortly. “What did you need to talk about?”

I laid it out for him–the meeting with Celeste, her calm demeanor and lack of guilt, her break with Zane,

the money transfer. I described how she had looked at me with those wide blue eyes that held no

acknowledgment of the complicated web connecting us through Daemon, through Zane, through Ruby.

Evan listened without interrupting. When I finished, he leaned back and studied me analytically.

“She’s in love with him,” he said with certainty. “With Daemon. She wouldn’t have rejected her bond with

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Zane this quickly otherwise. The fact that she’s already cut ties suggests she’s feeling that pull toward

Daemon and acting on it.”

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