Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Violet’s POV:

I turned and froze.

“You’re not supposed to be back until next week,” I said. “The northern conference-”

“Wrapped up early.” Evan stepped out, looking me over with professional concern. “What are you doing

here?”

“My mother had a heart episode yesterday. Bond shock. She’s stable now, but they’re keeping her for

observation.”

His expression sharpened immediately. “Mate bond trauma triggering cardiac arrhythmia is dangerous,

Violet. She needs complete rest. Any further shock could cause permanent damage to her heart.”

I nodded, my gaze drifting down the corridor toward where Mason Morrison’s room was located.

A cold thought struck me: How much longer before Evan falls for Celeste? By all accounts, he should be

developing feelings. And with Mason’s surgery scheduled, Evan will be in constant contact with the

Morrison family.

I felt a twist of shame. Evan had never done anything to deserve being used as a pawn in my revenge

fantasies. He was standing here worried about my mother while I mentally maneuvered him like a chess

piece.

I’m a terrible person, I acknowledged. Plotting to throw a good man into emotional chaos just to create

problems for Daemon.

“Violet?” Evan pulled me back. “You look exhausted. Have you slept at all?”

“Some. A few hours in the chair by her bed.” I managed a smile. “Shadow’s fine. I fed him this morning.”

Evan glanced at his watch. “I need to check on my patients.” He hesitated. “Take care of yourself, Violet.

Your mother needs you steady.”

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The hospital’s small convenience store occupied a corner of the main lobby.

I grabbed a Greek yogurt parfait, some crackers, and orange juice, then headed back toward the cardiac

wing. As I passed Mason’s room again, the door stood slightly ajar. Voices drifted out.

“-truly appreciate everything you’ve done, Doctor Thorne.” That was Ruby’s voice.

I continued to my mother’s room. She was still sleeping. The monitors beeped steadily. I set the breakfast

items on the rolling table.

My mother opened her eyes, tracking me with exhausted awareness.

“Violet? What time is it?”

“Almost eight.” I moved to her bedside. “How are you feeling?”

She looked out the window before settling back on my face. “Like my entire world shifted off its axis. Like

everything I thought I knew might be a lie.”

I took her hand carefully. “Evan says you need complete rest. No emotional stress. The bond shock put too

much strain on your heart.”

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A soft knock interrupted us. A nurse announced that my father had arrived and was asking to see her. My

mother’s hand tightened on mine. She pulled on the pack bond for strength before nodding permission.

“Eleanor.” Marcus crossed to her in three strides. “Thank the Moon Goddess you’re alright. When they called

me yesterday-” His voice broke. He dropped to his knees beside the bed. “I’m so sorry for bringing this

nightmare into our lives.”

My father raised both palms to his own face and struck himself. Hard. Twice. The sound echoed obscenely in

the quiet room. Two livid red marks bloomed across his cheeks.

“I swear to you before the Moon Goddess and our daughter as witness,” he said hoarsely, “that I had no

willing part in what happened with that woman. I swear on my Alpha blood, on our pack bond–I am

innocent.”

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The formal oath hung in the air. My mother’s face worked through complicated emotions before settling

into tentative peace.

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“I believe you,” she said softly, touching his reddened cheek. “Thirty years of marriage doesn’t end over one

suspicious night. We’ll get through this together. We’ll find out who’s trying to destroy our family.”

I slipped out quietly, leaving them to their whispered reassurances.

The coffee shop on Fifth was trendy and uncomfortable. Sienna had claimed a corner table and was nursing

her espresso when I arrived.

Sienna’s eyes sharpened on my face. “What happened, Vi? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

So I told her. The broad strokes. The anonymous photographs. The woman claiming pregnancy.

“That manipulative bitch,” Sienna breathed. “She’s actually pregnant?”

“That’s what I need to find out. I need to know if she’s really pregnant,” I said finally.

“I can help with that,” Sienna promised, pulling out her phone. “Give me two days.”

“Let’s grab some lunch and head back. I should check on my mom.”

Sienna insisted on buying sandwiches from the deli next to the hospital. We rode the elevator up together,

her carrying the paper bag of food, me balancing two coffees.

We were passing Mason Morrison’s room when Sienna suddenly stopped dead. Her gaze fixed on a small

figure standing outside my mom’s ward.

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