Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 91

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 91

The sensible part of my brain urged me to decline. But the exhausted part–the part so tired of being

ignored and devalued–wanted nothing more than to say yes.

“I’d like that,” I heard myself respond. “But I should warn you, my life is kind of a disaster right now. My

mother’s in the hospital, and there’s family stuff I’m dealing with, so I might need to reschedule last

minute.”

“That’s completely fine. Whenever works for you. And Violet? I hope your mom’s okay.”

We talked for a few more minutes, his voice warm and genuinely interested in what I had to say. When we

finally hung up, I found myself smiling.

My phone buzzed again immediately. Dylan: “Just wanted to say goodnight and that I’m looking forward to

whenever we can grab that dinner. Sweet dreams, Violet.”

The simple kindness made my throat tighten. Here was someone who barely knew me, showing more

consideration than my own husband had in months.

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I was still holding my phone, staring at Dylan’s message with a complicated mix of emotions, when I heard

footsteps in the hallway. They stopped outside my door.

A pause. Then the sound of a key turning in the lock.

I looked up sharply as the door swung open. Daemon stood in the doorway, his expression dark and

dangerous.

“Who were you talking to?” His voice was deceptively quiet, but I could hear the edge beneath it.

“That’s none of your business.” I set my phone face–down on the bed.

“Like hell it’s not.” He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “I heard you laughing. Giggling

like a teenager. Who. Was. It.”

“A friend.” I stood, squaring my shoulders. “Someone who actually treats me like I matter.”

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His eyes flashed red. “Show me your phone.”

“No.”

“Violet-

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“No, Daemon.” I grabbed my phone and held it behind my back. “You don’t get to demand access to my

private conversations. Not when you spend every spare moment texting Celeste.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes dropped to my hand still clutched behind my back, and something

predatory flickered across his face.

“Want it?” I held it up, a reckless challenge in my voice. “Come and get it.”

The room wasn’t large enough for a real chase, but I made it as difficult as possible–ducking under his arm,

vaulting over the bed, using every bit of agility I’d regained through months of training. Daemon pursued

with grim determination, his Alpha reflexes making him terrifyingly fast.

I almost made it to the bathroom. Almost.

His hand closed around my upper arm, yanking me back. I stumbled, and he used the momentum to spin me

around and press me against the wall, one hand capturing both of my wrists and pinning them above my

head. His other hand reached for the phone still clutched in my fingers.

“Let. Go,” he growled.

I held on tighter, my amber eyes meeting his blood–red ones with pure defiance. Ember surged forward,

lending me strength, and for a moment we grappled–his superior size and Alpha power against my

desperate determination.

The phone slipped from my fingers.

Daemon caught it.

I was shaking now. “What am I to you, Daemon? Really? Your pursuer? Your fool? Your contract Luna? Your

alliance tool? Or just a warm body when Celeste isn’t available?”

He didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough.

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Something inside me snapped.

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Ember surged forward with sudden, overwhelming force, flooding my system with wild, desperate strength. I

jerked my knee up hard, aiming for his groin. Daemon twisted just in time, taking the hit on his thigh, but

it made him loosen his grip enough for me to wrench free.

“You’re so fucking selfish!” I screamed, amber eyes flashing silver as Ember took partial control. “You won’t

let me go, but you won’t choose me either! You keep me trapped here while you court another woman, and

you have the audacity to get jealous when someone else shows me basic human kindness!”

My nails had lengthened into claws. I swiped at him, not really trying to hurt him but needing to make him

feel something, anything. Daemon blocked, his own eyes fully red now as Onyx rose to meet Ember’s

challenge.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled, but there was something desperate in his voice

now.

“Don’t I?” I was crying and didn’t care. “I’ve loved you for ten years, Daemon. Ten years! Do you have any

idea what that’s like? Loving someone who looks through you like you’re invisible? Who only remembers

you exist when it’s convenient?” My voice broke. “I gave you the best years of my life. My youth. My dreams.

Everything I had to give. And it was never enough. I was never enough.”

“Violet-”

“No!” Ember’s strength made me reckless. I shoved him, hard enough that he actually stumbled back a step.

“You don’t get to ‘Violet‘ me. Not anymore. I want the rejection ceremony. I want to cut this bond. I want to

be free of you.”

“You can’t handle a rejection ceremony. The pain-”

“Will be nothing compared to what I feel every day watching you slip away toward someone else!” The

words came out as a scream. “I don’t care if it hurts! I don’t care if it nearly kills me! At least it will be over!

At least I’ll be free!”

Daemon’s face had gone pale beneath his tan. “You don’t mean that.”

“I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life.” My hands were shaking, claws still extended.

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The silence that fell was suffocating. Daemon stared at me like he was seeing a stranger, his chest heaving.

“Fine.” The word came out quiet. “You want the rejection ceremony? I’ll contact the Council tomorrow.”

Then he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

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