Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Violet’s POV:

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He agreed. The thought echoed through my mind. He actually agreed to contact the Council.

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Ember stirred restlessly in my chest, a low whine building in the back of my consciousness. She didn’t

understand why we were pushing away our mate. The wolf didn’t care about infidelity or emotional neglect

-she only knew that Daemon was ours.

I pressed my palm flat against my sternum, feeling my heartbeat. “We’re doing the right thing,” I whispered.

The rejection ceremony. I’d demanded it. Screamed for it. And Daemon had just walked away and said fine.

I lay down without changing, pulling the duvet up to my chin. The mate bond pulsed dully, a constant ache.

Would the rejection ceremony hurt more than this? People said severing a bond felt like being torn apart

from the inside out. But how could physical pain compete with five years of this?

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. My body was exhausted but my mind raced.

“I’ll contact the Council tomorrow.”

Daemon’s voice had been so flat. No emotion. No regret. Had he been relieved?

I forced myself to breathe slowly, counting each inhale and exhale. My body was still recovering. I couldn’t

afford to spiral into an emotional breakdown.

Gradually, exhaustion won.

Morning light filtered through the curtains. I woke disoriented, my body stiff from sleeping in my clothes.

Then memory crashed back.

I showered quickly and dressed in comfortable clothes–leggings and an oversized sweater.

The house was still silent. Daemon’s scent lingered everywhere, but it wasn’t fresh. He hadn’t been home

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last night.

I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage. It didn’t matter where Daemon had spent the night.

The drive to Frost Clinic passed in a blur. When I reached the cardiac floor, I headed straight for my

mother’s room.

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As I passed the room next door, I noticed it was empty. The bed was neatly made, medical equipment

cleared away.

pushed open my mother’s door. She was sitting up in bed, looking more alert than she had in days. Her

color was better, the grayish pallor replaced by something healthier. She smiled when she saw me.

“Violet, sweetheart. You didn’t have to come so early.”

“Of course I did.” I took her hand carefully. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Much better. Dr. Thorne said I might be able to go home in a few days.”

We talked about inconsequential things. I let her chatter wash over me, grateful for the normalcy.

“You know,” my mother said suddenly, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe once I’m fully recovered, you and Daemon

could come visit more often. Bring the grandchildren I’ve been dreaming about.”

My throat closed. I couldn’t breathe.

“Mom-”

“I know, I know. You and Daemon want to wait. But Violet, you’re not getting any younger, and neither am I.

This health scare made me realize how much I want to hold my grandchildren before I’m too old to enjoy

them.”

The words were there. Mom, Daemon and I are getting a rejection ceremony. There won’t be any grandchildren.

But I couldn’t say them. Not when she was still recovering. The shock could trigger another cardiac episode.

And if I told my parents, they’d invoke werewolf tradition, the sacred nature of mate bonds, the political

implications.

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They wouldn’t understand that staying was killing me.

So I smiled and said, “We’ll see, Mom. Let’s focus on getting you healthy first.”

We talked for another half hour before her energy flagged. I kissed her forehead and promised to return

tomorrow.

I was so lost in thought leaving her room that I nearly collided with someone in the hallway.

“Sorry, I–Violet?”

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Evan stood there in his white coat, tablet in hand. Behind him, through an open door, I caught a glimpse of

Mason Morrison in bed, Celeste by his side.

“What are you doing on this floor?” Evan asked. “Is everything alright with your mother?”

“She’s fine. Better, actually.”

“That’s good news.”

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