Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 94

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 94

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I turned and left without another word, my jaw clenched tight. He was spending his days at the hospital,

making sure Celeste’s father received the best care, while I waited for him to follow through on the one

thing I’d asked for.

I drove straight to Frost Clinic. The parking garage was crowded, and I had to circle twice before finding a

spot. My irritation built with each passing minute.

The lobby was busy when I entered. I was heading toward the elevators when I heard a familiar voice.

“That fifty thousand–I’ll pay you back as soon as I can. I promise.”

The other end must be Daemon. He was not here.

I decided to leave.

Celeste turned and saw me. Her eyes widened slightly. “Violet. Hi.”

“Celeste.” I kept my expression neutral.

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“I was just…” She gestured vaguely at her phone. “Making some calls.”

“I heard.” I shifted my designer bag higher on my shoulder.

Her cheeks flushed. “I know it’s a huge amount, but I’ll pay back every cent. I’ve already started looking into

payment plans and-”

“It’s not even worth one of my bags,” I said flatly. “Consider it charity.”

Celeste’s expression shifted, something sharp flashing in her eyes before she masked it. “It’s not charity. It’s

a loan. I’ll pay it back.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I moved to walk past her.

“Violet, wait.” She stepped into my path. “I know you probably think I’m taking advantage of Daemon’s

generosity, but I’m not. This is a loan. A business transaction.”

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I looked at her–really looked at her. In the hospital before, when I’d seen her with Zane, her eyes had been

soft, almost innocent. But now there was something harder in her gaze. A kind of determination mixed with

resentment that hadn’t been there before.

“You really believe Daemon will accept your money when you try to pay him back?” I asked.

“Why wouldn’t he?”

I stared at her, wondering if she was really this naive or just pretending. Daemon hadn’t told her about the

rejection ceremony yet? Once we were officially separated and he could pursue her openly, did she really

think he’d care about fifty thousand dollars?

“Good luck with that,” I said simply, and walked past her toward the elevator.

My phone buzzed. A text from the private investigator I’d hired to look into Kayla.

Got the information you requested. Can you meet this afternoon?

Finally, something I could control. Something I could actually fix.

I’ll be there in an hour. I replied.

Sterling was a middle–aged man with sharp eyes and a no–nonsense demeanor. He gestured to the chair

across from his desk. “Mrs. Blackwood. I have what you asked for.”

He slid a thick folder across the desk. I opened it and started reading.

Kayla Morrison had a mate and a son.

“She’s mated,” I said slowly.

“Separated,” Sterling corrected. “They’ve been living apart for almost two years. They started preparing for a

rejection ceremony, then it stalled. According to my sources, the husband knows about her affairs and

doesn’t seem to care.”

I flipped through the photos. The husband was large, muscular, with a prominent birthmark covering half

his face. He looked rough, the kind of man who’d solved more problems with his fists than his words.

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“Why doesn’t he care about the affairs?” I asked.

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Sterling shrugged. “That’s the interesting question. Most wolves would challenge any male who touched

their mate. But this guy? Nothing. He’s been seen at bars, gambling dens, getting into fights–but he’s never

once confronted any of Kayla’s lovers.”

“Do you have an address for him?”

“Several. He moves around a lot. But there’s a bar he frequents–The Rusty Anchor, down by the docks. He’s

there most nights.”

As I left Sterling’s office, my phone buzzed again. This time it was Sienna, her voice breathless and excited.

“Violet! That bitch isn’t even pregnant!”

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