Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 74

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 74

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The morning light filtered through frost–etched windows. I stood on the bedroom balcony watching snow

fall in thick sheets that had been accumulating since before dawn. The driveway had vanished beneath at

least eight inches of powder.

Any rational person would cancel outdoor plans in weather like this.

Three sharp knocks hit the bedroom door. “Ten minutes. We’re leaving.”

I stared at the closed door, my coffee mug suspended halfway to my lips. He was actually going through

with it.

“He said yes,” Ember whispered cautiously. “Maybe he still cares a little?”

“Don’t,” I cut her off, setting down the mug hard enough to slosh coffee over the rim. “Don’t do that to us.”

But I was already moving toward the closet, reaching for professional ski gear I’d bought years ago. The

thermal underlayers went on first, then waterproof pants, then the fitted purple jacket. I braided my hair

with quick movements and laced up my boots.

The drive to Whiteridge stretched out in oppressive silence. Daemon sat rigid behind the wheel, his crimson

eyes fixed on the barely visible road.

When we pulled into Whiteridge’s parking lot, I didn’t wait for him to open my door. I grabbed my gear and

headed straight for the lodge to collect rental skis.

I got my equipment sorted and headed straight for the advanced runs without looking back. The first run

down the steep slope was exactly what I needed. The moment my skis found their rhythm, something locked

into place inside me.

I was good at this. Really good. I’d been competing in amateur races before I met Daemon, had trophies

gathering dust at my parents‘ house. Ember was howling with pure joy, and I let myself grin like an idiot as

I flew down the mountain.

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When I reached the bottom, I caught sight of Daemon making his way down the same run. His technique

was adequate but stiff, his turns too wide and cautious. He was used to being naturally good at everything

and clearly resented having to work at this.

Watching him struggle sparked something petty in my chest. Before I could talk myself out of it, I was

already planning my next run.

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The second time down, I deliberately passed close to where Daemon was descending. I built up speed, then

carved a sharp turn that sent a massive spray of snow directly into his face and chest. I heard his startled

curse and saw him stumble slightly.

When I glanced back, his blood–red eyes locked onto mine and narrowed into slits. I raised one eyebrow in

deliberate challenge, then turned and finished my run.

The third time I did it, I added a laugh. The fourth time, I came even closer. The fifth time, I executed a

sharp cutback that forced him to stop entirely, and I flashed him a bright smile as I sailed past.

I was lining up for my sixth pass when I registered movement that was far too fast. He was accelerating-

not smoothly, just pure Alpha strength forcing his body faster than his skill allowed–and suddenly he was

right there.

His arm locked around my waist from behind with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. He lifted

me off my skis and over his shoulder in one brutal motion.

“Daemon Blackwood, put me down right now!” I shouted, pounding my fists against his back. “We’re on skis!

We’re going to crash and-”

“Then stop moving,” he growled.

He kept skiing somehow, and I was torn between fear that we’d wipe out and fury that he’d manhandled me

in public like a misbehaving child.

“Fine,” I spat, going deliberately limp. “Just let me fall. Let me break my neck. Then you can finally be free

to mark Celeste without any messy complications.”

He stumbled slightly, then suddenly I was being set down with enough force that my knees buckled. His

hands steadied me automatically, then released me like I’d burned him.

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We stood in tense silence. Finally, Daemon turned away without a word and headed for the lodge, and I was

left standing alone trying to figure out what had just happened.

After lunch, my phone buzzed. Evan’s name appeared and I answered immediately.

“Violet,” he said without preamble. “I need your help. Can you come by my apartment? I need someone to

take care of Shadow while I’m away. Two weeks. Medical conference in the Northern Territory.”

He paused. “Violet, there’s something you should-”

“Celeste is going to be there,” I finished, my voice flat.

“Ecology summit,” Evan confirmed quietly. “And Daemon registered as an observer. He claimed it was

business research, but-”

“But that’s bullshit,” I cut him off. “He’s going because she’ll be there.”

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