Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 95

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 95

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I couldn’t contain myself. “Amazing! How did you get that?”

“So get this,” Sienna drew out the suspense, clearly savoring her moment. “I created a fake profile on Howl

and Hearts–that werewolf dating platform desperate singles use–and made myself into this wealthy Alpha

widower. Lonely, grieving, loaded with cash, looking for comfort. The whole package.”

“And she practically threw herself at my fake profile. Started calling me ‘honey baby‘ in her next message.”

Sienna’s voice dripped with disgust. “This woman has a system, Violet. The way she mirrors emotions, asks

just the right questions–it’s calculated.”

Sienna Walsh, you’re either a genius or completely insane.” I exhaled slowly. “But thank you. This gives us

leverage–proof that she’s running the same scam on multiple men.”

“So, what do I get for my stellar detective work?”

“Name it.”

“The new Lunar–Tech smartphone. The limited edition one. In silver.” There was no hesitation. “And before

you say that’s too expensive, remember I just saved your family from a blackmailing she–wolf.”

“Silver it is,” I agreed, taking the exit toward Frost Clinic. “I’ll order it tonight with the whole accessory

package.”

“Alright. Call me if you need anything else–emotional support, more detective work, someone to help you

hide a body, whatever.”

“I will. And Sienna? Thank you. Really.”

“That’s what sisters are for, Vi. Now go comfort your mom, and try not to let that bastard husband of yours

add to your stress.”

We disconnected, and I headed for the clinic.

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I pushed the door open quietly and found her propped up against pillows, looking more alert than I’d seen

her since the collapse.

“Violet, sweetheart.” Her face lit up despite her fatigue. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“Where else would I be?” I moved to her bedside, taking her hand gently. “How are you feeling?”

“Just tired. And worried.” Her amber eyes searched my face. “Have you eaten today? You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine, Mom.” The lie came easily. “I’ve been looking into the situation with Kayla, and I have news. Good

news.”

Her expression shifted, hope and fear warring across her features. “What kind of news?”

I sat on the edge of her bed, keeping my voice calm. “Kayla isn’t pregnant, Mom. The whole thing is a lie

designed to extort money from Dad.”

The words hung in the air. I watched emotions cascade across my mother’s face–disbelief, desperate hope,

cautious relief, and then fury.

“Are you certain?” Her grip on my hand tightened. “Violet, if you’re just trying to make me feel better-”

“I’m completely certain.” I pulled out my phone, showing her the documentation Sienna had sent. “Sienna

helped me dig into her background. Kayla has a history of targeting wealthy wolves, creating false

pregnancy claims. She’s done this before. The pregnancy report was either faked or belongs to someone

else.”

My mother stared at the evidence, tears stream

ing down her cheeks. But these tears held relief and

vindication.

“That manipulative-” She cut herself off. “She came into our home, showed me those photographs, told me

she was carrying my husband’s child, and it was all a lie?”

“Every word of it,” I confirmed. “The photographs were real, but everything else–the context, the timeline,

the supposed pregnancy–manufactured. Dad was right. He was drugged and set up.”

Eleanor pressed both palms against her face, shoulders shaking. I rubbed her back gently, letting her

process.

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After several minutes, she lowered her hands. “What do we do now? We can’t let her get away with this.”

“We won’t,” I promised. “But first, we need to tell Dad. He deserves to know you believe him.”

My mother nodded. “Call him. Please. I need to apologize for doubting him.”

I dialed my father’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“Violet? Is your mother-”

“She’s fine, Dad. Better than fine. I have news about Kayla. The pregnancy is fake. The whole thing is a

scam. Mom wants to talk to you.”

The silence was complete, then I heard a sound that might have been a sob or a laugh. “She believes me?”

“I never should have doubted you, Marcus.” My mother’s voice was stronger now. “I’m so sorry. I let fear

cloud my judgment, but our daughter proved what I should have known–you would never betray me.”

“Eleanor.” My father’s voice broke. “I’ve been going insane, knowing you were hurt and not being able to

prove-”

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“You don’t need to prove anything anymore,” my mother interrupted. “Come to the hospital. We need to talk

about how to handle Kayla, but more importantly, I need to see you.”

They spoke for a few more minutes while I stepped into the hallway. When I returned, my mother looked

more peaceful than I’d seen her since the photographs arrived.

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