Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 96

Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me

Chapter 96

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“Your father mentioned something important,” she said. “The photographs. Even if Kayla’s pregnancy claim

is false, those images exist. They could still be weaponized against our family.”

The observation cut through my relief. She was right–the photographs were real, and they represented

blackmail leverage.

“We need to get the originals and any copies,” I said. “Kayla won’t give them up easily–they’re her insurance

policy.”

I thought about the private investigator’s information, about Kayla’s mate who never intervened. An idea

began forming.

“Let me handle it,” I said. “I have resources and connections that might make this easier. Dad needs to focus

on pack leadership. You need to focus on recovery. This is something I can do.”

My mother studied me with that penetrating gaze. “Violet, confronting someone like Kayla isn’t—”

“I’m not the same girl who married Daemon five years ago, Mom.” The words came out harder than

intended. “I’ve learned how to navigate complicated situations. Trust me to handle this.”

Something shifted in my mother’s expression. She squeezed my hand. “Alright. But promise me you’ll be

careful. And Violet? Thank you for believing in your father when I let fear make me doubt.”

“I should let you rest,” I said. “Dad will be here soon.”

The ride back to Blackwood estate passed in a blur. The estate was dark when I arrived, no sign of Daemon’s

SUV. I made myself pasta and carried it up to the master bedroom.

I ate while organizing the evidence files about Kayla into a coherent digital folder. By the time I finished, it

was past ten. I ran a hot bath, letting the massive tub fill while I undressed.

I sank into the water, letting heat seep into my muscles. Steam rose around me. I closed my eyes, trying to

empty my mind.

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But my thoughts kept circling: how much longer could I maintain this fractured existence? The rejection

ceremony was coming–Daemon had agreed–but each day without concrete action felt like another weight

on my chest.

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The water gradually cooled, and exhaustion caught up with me. My eyes grew heavy.

I forced myself upright and climbed out on shaky legs. I dried off and wrapped myself in the thick bathrobe.

The bedroom was empty when I emerged. I walked to the window and something pulled me toward the

balcony. I stepped outside into the December night and stood at the railing.

How many nights had I stood here in my previous life, waiting for Daemon to come home? How many times

had I counted streetlights, telling myself he’d arrive any minute?

That Violet had believed love meant waiting, meant making herself smaller. This Violet knew better.

The cold drove me back inside. I climbed into bed and sleep came deep and dreamless.

I woke to pale winter sunlight and the realization that it was Christmas Day. Last Christmas, I’d decorated

the entire estate, had coordinated gifts, had pretended everything was perfect while Daemon left halfway

through dinner.

This Christmas, I couldn’t muster the energy to pretend.

I showered and dressed in jeans and a cashmere sweater–nothing fancy. My phone showed several missed

texts from friends, but nothing from Daemon.

Sienna had sent a video of herself in a ridiculous reindeer sweater, her family’s living room covered in

decorations.

“Merry Christmas, bitch! Come over tonight if you need to escape the Blackwood mausoleum. Hot cocoa and

terrible Christmas movies, and I promise no one will ask invasive questions about your marriage.”

I sent back: Your sweater is an assault on good taste. I love it. Might take you up on the escape plan.

Around noon, my phone rang with an unknown number.

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“Violet Blackwood?” A smooth female voice.

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“Speaking.”

“This is Harper Mills from Silver Pine Bar. We’re hosting a special Christmas event tonight–December 25th.

Complimentary bottle service, reserved seating, and we’re featuring male entertainers.”

I blinked. “Male entertainers?”

“Yes, ma’am. Professional dancers, very tasteful. We thought it might be fun for you and your friends.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Wonderful! I’ll text you the details.”

She disconnected, leaving me staring at my phone. Then the group chat lit up:

Sienna: OMG did you guys get that call from Silver Pine??

Lily: YES! Are we going?

Jade: I already confirmed for all of us. Christmas present to ourselves.

Sienna: Violet, you better say yes. After the year you’ve had, you deserve to see some hot men take their clothes

off.

I found myself almost smiling.

Alright, I’m in. But if anyone takes photos, I will destroy your phone.

Sienna: Deal. This is going to be AMAZING.

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