Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 64

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Two days after Connor Hayes received his fraudulent job offer, my phone rang during lunch break. I glanced

at the screen and saw his name, feeling a familiar cold satisfaction settle in my chest as I answered.

“Violet, I can’t thank you enough,” Connor’s voice came through breathless with excitement, the kind of

genuine emotion that made my skin crawl. “Next week will be my last week at my current position, and I

just wanted you to know that if it weren’t for your recommendation, I would never have gotten this

opportunity. You and Alpha Daemon are like my benefactors.”

I leaned back in my office chair, keeping my voice professionally warm. This man knows how to play the

social game, I thought. Too bad his heart is rotten. “Just work hard, Connor,” I said smoothly. “Blackwood

Dynamics values talent.”

After more effusive gratitude, I ended the call and set my phone down. The corner of my mouth curved into

a cold smile.

The office door opened without warning. Daemon stood in the doorway, his presence filling the space with

that familiar intensity. “I need to visit Ironridge Mine this afternoon,” he said without preamble. “As the

Executive VP, you should come with me.”

My stomach dropped instantly. Ironridge Mine. Wade Morrison, Celeste’s uncle, works there.

I kept my expression neutral and nodded. “What’s the situation there?”

“Labor dispute,” Daemon replied curtly. “The miners want better compensation for the land acquisition.”

“Alright. I’ll drive.”

The drive to Ironridge took us out of the city and into the industrial outskirts, where the landscape

gradually transformed from polished corporate buildings to rough mining territory.

The crowd became clearer as we pulled up–maybe thirty or forty men in their forties and fifties, wearing

work clothes stained with coal dust and bearing weathered faces. They held signs with messages like “Fair

Compensation Now” and “Our Land, Our Rights,” and when they spotted our vehicle approaching, their

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energy shifted from restless to actively hostile. Someone shouted, “Here comes the bloodsucker Alpha!” and

the crowd surged forward.

I put the car in park and turned off the engine, feeling the tension thick enough to choke on. Daemon

opened his door without hesitation, stepping out with the confidence of an Alpha who had never been truly

challenged, and I followed suit.

A man pushed through the gathered miners. Wade Morrison was in his mid–forties, of medium build with a

face carved by wind and hardship, his work clothes covered in coal dust but his eyes sharp with intelligence

and controlled fury.

“Mr. Morrison,” Daemon said, and his voice had transformed into something I barely recognized–warm,

almost humble, with none of the cold authority he used everywhere else. “I’m here to find a solution that

works for everyone.”

Love makes the Prince humble before his future uncle–in–law, I thought with bitter clarity.

I had no desire to stand there and listen to Daemon perform humility for Celeste’s family, so I made my way

back to the car, leaning against the hood. Daemon gestured toward a small office building near the mine

entrance, and Wade followed with obvious reluctance. The door closed behind them.

The negotiation lasted about half an hour. He’s going to give Wade what he wants, I predicted silently. This

is all for Celeste’s sake. Daemon would probably pretend he didn’t fully understand the situation, promise to

“investigate thoroughly,” and then personally ensure the miners got their increased compensation. The

perfect hero narrative that would reach Celeste through her grateful uncle, painting Daemon as a fair and

just Alpha who cared about the working class.

But when the office door finally opened, everything about the situation felt wrong. Wade Morrison’s face

was iron–gray with suppressed fury, his entire body rigid with barely controlled rage. He stalked back toward

the crowd without looking at Daemon, said something in a low, harsh voice that made several miners react

with fresh anger. The atmosphere shifted dangerously, the crowd surging forward.

What? I thought with genuine shock. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why had the negotiation fallen

apart?

Daemon emerged from the office with his expression dark and closed off, the careful humility completely

gone and replaced with cold fury. He strode toward the car without acknowledging any of the miners, and I

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I had just lifted one foot to step into the car when pain exploded across my upper back and neck, so sudden

and intense that for a moment I couldn’t process what had happened. Something hot and wet began flowing

down my spine, and when I reached back instinctively my hand came away covered in bright red blood. The

world tilted as shock tried to pull me under.

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