Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 90

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Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 90

Violet’s POV:

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I stood at the window as Daemon’s blood–red eyes locked onto mine from three floors below. He didn’t look

away. Celeste was still talking beside him, completely unaware his attention had shifted.

I stepped back from the window, pulse hammering. Ember whimpered low in my chest. The mate bond

throbbed with dull, persistent ache. My mother was still sleeping, monitors beeping steadily. I kissed her

forehead and slipped out. I had arrangements to finalize.

The hospital corridor was quiet as I made my way to the nurses‘ station. Nurse Clara had just arrived–the

professional nurse Evan had recommended.

I went over my mother’s care requirements quickly. Nurse Clara made notes efficiently.

“I’ll be here through the night,” she assured me. “If anything changes, you’ll be my first call.”

Satisfied that my mother was in good hands, I left the hospital and drove straight to Pinewood, where I

hired a private investigator to dig into Kayla’s background in Riverside Pack.

By the time I left Sterling’s office, evening had fully settled over the city. I stood on the sidewalk outside,

watching my breath form small clouds in the cold air.

My phone rang. Evan’s name flashed on the screen.

“Where are you?” His voice carried concern. “I just finished my last patient and thought I’d check on you.”

“Main Street. Just finished some errands.” I watched a couple stop to kiss under a streetlight, then looked

away.

“I need to pick up Shadow from your place. The roads are getting bad–I’ll swing by and get you first.”

Ten minutes later, his black Audi pulled up to the curb. I climbed in gratefully, the heated seats a welcome

relief from the biting cold.

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“Seatbelt,” Evan reminded me as he pulled back into traffic, driving carefully on the snow–slicked roads.

“How’s your mother?”

“Stable. The nurse you recommended arrived on time. Thank you for that.” I watched the city lights blur

past the window. “You said Mason’s surgery is scheduled?”

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“Yes. Day after tomorrow. I’ll be performing it myself.” He glanced at me briefly before returning his

attention to the road. “He had been moved to a private suite on the cardiac floor. Better equipment, quieter

environment. The prognosis is good–the procedure is routine for someone with his condition.”

With Daemon’s resources, moving Mason to a better room would have been effortless, I thought. Easier than

having his future father–in–law and his soon–to–be–ex mother–in–law in adjacent rooms. Less awkward when

his future luna and current luna keep running into each other in the corridors.

We drove in comfortable silence.

The estate loomed dark against the night sky when we pulled up. Daemon’s SUV sat in the driveway–he was

home. My stomach tightened, but I said nothing as Evan parked and we both got out.

Inside, the house was warm but silent. We made our way upstairs to the guest room where I’d been keeping

Shadow. The hawk was alert on his perch, and the moment he saw Evan, he spread his wings and gave an

excited screech.

Before Evan could even fully enter the room, Shadow had glided across and landed on his shoulder, rubbing

his beak affectionately against Evan’s cheek.

“Hey, buddy,” Evan murmured, reaching up to stroke the hawk’s chest feathers. “Miss me?”

Daemon appeared in the doorway, his blood–red eyes taking in the scene.

My heart jumped. I didn’t want to deal with this. Not tonight.

“Evan.” Daemon’s voice was carefully neutral, but his jaw was tight. “I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Just picking up Shadow.” Evan’s tone was equally measured.

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I didn’t wait to hear more. I locked them outside the guest room. Let them talk.

Through the door, I could hear their muffled voices. I didn’t strain to listen. Whatever they were discussing

was between them.

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I sat on the edge of the bed, exhausted. My phone buzzed.

A message from Sienna: “Kayla’s about to take the bait! I found her weakness. Call you tomorrow with

details.”

I stared at the text, too drained to feel much of anything. Whatever Sienna had discovered would keep until

morning.

Before I could set my phone down, it rang. An unfamiliar number.

“Hello?”

“Violet?” The voice was tentative, hopeful. “It’s Dylan. I wasn’t sure you’d actually pick up. I’ve been trying

to work up the courage to call for the past few days.”

Despite everything, I felt unexpected warmth spread through my chest. “Dylan. Hi.”

“I know this is probably terrible timing, and you can absolutely say no, but I was wondering if you’d want to

grab dinner sometime this week? Nothing fancy. There’s this great restaurant in Crimson Peak that does

amazing carbonara, and I just thought–well, I’ve been thinking about our conversation at the bar, and I’d

really like to continue it.”

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