Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 77

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

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“Pure temptation?” Sienna’s voice could have stripped paint. “More like a two–faced homewrecker! She

knows damn well Daemon has a Luna, and she still throws herself at him. That’s just shameless!”

“Actually,” I heard myself say, “she’s just an ordinary college student. Against someone like Daemon–an

Alpha with that kind of power and presence–it’s like a moth to a flame. She probably can’t resist his…

gravitational pull.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

“Are you seriously defending her right now?” Sienna’s voice had gone dangerously quiet.

“I’m not defending anyone. I’m just saying that blaming her misses the point.”

“The problem is Daemon,” Lily finished quietly.

I lifted my glass and drained it. “You know what’s funny? I used to think I could fix this. That if I just tried

hard enough, was patient enough, perfect enough, he’d eventually see me. But you can’t make someone love

you. Either they do or they don’t.”

“Then fuck them,” Sienna said fiercely. “Seriously, Vi. You deserve so much better than this.”

“Lenient with yourself, harsh with others,” Jade said gently. “You’ll make excuses for her, but you won’t cut

yourself the same slack.”

She was right. I could extend empathy to Celeste but not to myself.

“Honestly,” I said, “I’m done obsessing over ‘fate‘ and ‘destiny.‘ If I keep this up, I’ll either get breast cancer

from the stress or have a mental breakdown before I hit thirty.”

That startled a laugh out of Lily.

“New rule,” Sienna announced. “No more talking about Daemon. For the rest of today, we focus on literally

anything else.”

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The drinks kept coming, and the conversation steered clear of my marital disasters. I was halfway through

what was probably my sixth drink when movement at the bar caught my attention. Lucian Cross had settled

onto a barstool, leaning toward a woman in a tight green dress.

“What would you like to drink?” His voice carried. “My treat.”

The woman leaned in. “Well, if I get drunk, where should I sleep?”

Lucian’s smile widened. He was opening his mouth to respond when Sienna suddenly stood up.

“Lucian Cross!” Her voice rang out across the entire bar. “Didn’t the clinic just clear you for that STD last

week?! And you’re already back out here?! Didn’t they tell you to wait at least a month before, you know,

engaging?!”

The woman in the green dress recoiled, her expression morphing from sultry interest to revolted horror.

Every head in the bar turned.

“What the fuck, Sienna!” Lucian’s voice cracked.

The woman grabbed her purse and shoved past him. “Disgusting,” she spat, and stormed out.

Lucian spun toward our table, his face flushed with rage. “You’re deliberately destroying my reputation!”

Sienna just smiled sweetly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was just concerned for your health.”

“Bullshit! You know damn well-” He stalked toward our table. “I know what this is about. This is payback

for the blind date setup! My dad—”

He stopped mid–sentence, realization dawning on his face as he registered what he’d just admitted. The

color drained from his cheeks.

Understanding lit up Sienna’s expression, quickly followed by cold fury. “So you did know,” she said softly,

dangerously. “You were in on it the whole time.”

“That wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” Lucian opened his mouth, then closed it again. Without another word, he

turned and practically fled the bar. The moment the door closed behind him, the entire place erupted in

laughter and excited chatter.

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Sienna sat back down, looking immensely satisfied with herself. “Well,” she said brightly, reaching for her

drink, “that was fun.”

“You’re completely unhinged,” Jade said, grinning.

“That was quite the performance,” a new voice said. Felix Hunt stood beside our table, looking amused and

exasperated. “Though maybe next time you could refrain from giving Lucian a complex in public?”

“He deserved it,” Sienna shot back.

Felix sighed. “Maybe we could all just agree to a temporary ceasefire? Before someone actually gets hurt?”

“Fine,” Sienna said. “But only because you asked nicely.”

After he left, we dissolved into giggles. My sides hurt from laughing, and for the first time in weeks, I felt

something close to genuinely happy.

“I need to pee,” I announced, sliding off my stool. “Don’t finish the drinks without me.”

Just as I stood up, a man suddenly stepped into my path. I’d never seen him before–probably in his early

thirties, with brown hair and gray–green eyes that held an unusual warmth. He was wearing a pale blue

cashmere sweater.

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“Excuse me, miss,” he said, his voice low and pleasant. “Would you like to have a drink with me? I know this

might sound forward, but… I’ve been watching you all evening.”

I froze, my slightly alcohol–addled brain trying to process what was happening. Was I being hit on?

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