Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me
Chapter 93
“I should go,” I said. “I have some errands to run.”
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But before I could escape, Celeste emerged from her father’s room. “Dr. Thorne! I was hoping to catch you.
Dad wanted to thank you personally.”
Her eyes slid to me. “Violet. It’s nice to see you again. Is your mother doing better?”
“Much better, thank you.” I forced a smile.
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“Dr. Thorne has been amazing,” Celeste continued. “He explained everything about Dad’s surgery so clearly. I
don’t know what we would have done without him.”
Evan’s expression remained professionally neutral, but I caught the slight stiffness in his posture. The
careful distance he maintained.
In my previous life, Evan had fallen for Celeste hard and fast. But now he seemed almost wary, deliberately
keeping her at arm’s length.
“I’m just doing my job,” Evan said smoothly, the words coming out almost cold. “Your father’s condition is
very treatable.”
Celeste’s smile faltered slightly at his tone. “Still, we’re so grateful.”
“I should let you get back to your father,” Evan said, already stepping away. “I’ll check in again this
afternoon.”
He walked away without another word, leaving me and Celeste standing in the hallway.
Celeste nodded and then disappeared back into the room. I turned toward the elevator, but Evan’s voice
stopped me.
“Violet. Wait.”
I turned back. He was standing at the end of the hallway, his expression unreadable.
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“I was about to grab lunch. Want to join me?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “Sure. Why not?”
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We took the elevator down to the hospital cafeteria in silence. It was crowded, filled with doctors and
nurses grabbing quick meals between shifts. We found a table in the corner, away from the main traffic.
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I picked at my salad while Evan ate his sandwich with methodical efficiency. The silence stretched between
Then Evan set down his sandwich and looked at me directly. “Do you think I’ll fall in love with Celeste?”
I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth.
“What?” The word came out strangled.
“Last time you were drunk,” Evan continued, his eyes never leaving mine, “you kept saying I should give up
on Celeste. That I shouldn’t fight with Daemon over her.” He leaned back in his chair.
My mind raced.
“I was drunk,” I said carefully. “I say stupid things when I’m drunk.”
“Maybe.” Evan tilted his head. “But it was oddly specific. Like you knew something I didn’t.”
I forced myself to meet his gaze steadily. “You and Daemon have been best friends since you were kids. You
really think either of you would destroy that friendship over a woman?”
“Thanks for lunch. I should go.” I stood up, suddenly desperate to leave.
I walked away before he could say anything else.
When I pulled into the estate’s driveway, Daemon’s SUV was still absent. I let myself in and made my way
upstairs.
The rejection ceremony would happen soon–maybe within days. I needed to prepare myself. The process
would be brutal, but I’d survived worse. I’d survived death itself.
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I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to imagine my life after the rejection ceremony. No more mate bond. No more lying awake wondering where Daemon was. No more performing the role of dutiful
Luna.
Just me. Violet Goldcrest. Free to rebuild my life.
But I’d already made my choice. There was no going back now.
All I could do was move forward and hope I was strong enough to survive what came next.
Two days passed without any word about the rejection ceremony. No calls from the Council, no formal
arrangements, nothing. The waiting gnawed at me.
On the third morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I drove to Blackwood Dynamics.
The receptionist looked surprised to see me. “Mrs. Blackwood! We weren’t expecting you today.”
“Is Daemon in?” I kept my voice neutral.
She checked her computer. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood isn’t in the office today.”
He was probably at the hospital. With Mason Morrison. With Celeste.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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