Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 103

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Chapter 89

Deckard’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned down to open the door for me, habitually. As I slid into the passenger seat, a small, inexplicable simile played on my lips, and I couldn’t help but exciteted for the movie as he settled into the driver’s seat beside

As we cruised through the streets, the cinema drawing closer with each passing mile, we conversed as usual

Deckard’s enthusiastically shared his passion for teaching kids the art of horse riding. “We’re actually thinking of introducing miniature horses to the program,” he shares. “They’re perfect for young kids, and it’s amazing to see the bond they form with these gentle creatures.”

My heart swelled with a nostalgic longing as I listened to his words, “I miss riding horses,” I confessed sadness creeping into my heart.” “I’m not even sure I remember it as well,”

His expression softened, and he spared me a warm, reassuring glance as he navigated the streets. “I’ll teach you again, Hamsty,” he assured humbly. “Just like old times.”

As we arrived at the cinema, a sudden, urgent need to pee took hold of me, and I excused myself, dashing off to the bathroom before checking the screen number.

“Decks, go find our seats, I’ll be right back,” I called out to him hastily, pushing past the crowds of people milling about.

After a quick pit stop, I hurried back to the screen, my eyes scanning the darkened theatre for a glimpse of Deckard’s familiar form. Finally, I spotted him, sitting hunched over in his seat, his broad shoulders and imposing frame making him look like a giant in the cramped theatre seat. I stifled a giggle, not wanting to disturb the crowd, and made my way over to him.

We were seated in the corner of the last row, as I settled in beside him, he offered me the tub of popcorn he’d been holding as he smiled. He then reached out and gently took my sling bag from me, setting it on his lap so I could eat comfortably. The thoughtful gesture touched my heart, and I felt a surge of affection for this kind, considerate man.

“Are you comfortable?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath ticklish. I smiled, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness, and nodded, snuppling deeper into my seat as the movie began to play.

As the lights dimmed and the movie began, I was heartbroken by the opening scene. Later on, the theatre was suddenly electrified by the appearance of Tyler, the rugged cowboy tornado fighter played by Glen Powell. The girls around us erupted into ear–piercing squeals and enthusiastic “woo–hoo!“s, their excitement peeking. I couldn’t help but chuckle at Deckard’s reaction, his eyes widening in surprising horror as he gazed around at the frenzied females. His expression was priceless perfect blend of amusement and bewilderment

The movie unfolded like a masterpiece, weaving a tale that was both heart–wrenching and thrilling. I was captivated by Tyler’s unwavering patience and kindness towards Addy, she was fragile and broken inside His determination to be there for her, to wait for his chance, was inspiring. The way he protected her, his eyes locked on hers as if she was the only person in the room, was truly moving. As the credits rolled, I found myself tearing up, the emotional depth of the film resonating deeply within me.

But as the lights flickered back to life, a pang of sadness struck me. I remembered Keith’s promise to take me to this very movie, despite his reservations about the trailer.

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from my cheek. His

Just then, Deckard leaned in close, “Hey,” he whispered, his eyes scanning my face as he gently wiped away touch was warm and gentle, and I felt strangely comforted in his presence

I smiled for him, attempting to conceal the lingering sadness that was grasping me.

“I’m fine, it’s just th

the movie,” I excused trying to sound convincing. “It was so good.”

Deckard’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze searching mine as if trying to discern the truth behind my words. Though he seemed skeptical, he didn’t press the issue, Instead offering a gentle nod of understanding

As we strolled out of the cinema, he effortlessly juggled my bag in one hand while gently taking hold of my hand with the other. The casual gesture felt surprisingly natural, and I didn’t pull away. My stomach, however, had other concerns – it grumbled, like something was swimming inside, reminding me that it was well past dinner time. I glanced at my phone and groaned, realizing that Chapter

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most restaurants would be closing soon.

“Shit, Deckard, most of the restaurants will be closed by now,” I exclaimed with desperation. Deckard chuckled at my distress, and he pinched my nose, as I tossed him a playful glare.

“I’m hungry!” I whined, and his smile widened.

“I already remembered, Hamsty, don’t worry,” he assured me. “There are some places that stay open late.” His warm smile put me at ease, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment at my earlier outburst.

“That was supposed to be my line, Decks, “I grumbled, smacking my forehead. “I live here, after all.” I couldn’t help but laugh at my own foolishness, feeling a bit like a klutz.

His voice was lowly as he spoke, his words accompanied by a gentle shake of his head. “You worry too much, Darling,” the endearment slipping effortlessly from his lips.

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard him use that term, but for some reason, it had a strange effect on me this time. My stomach did a weird flip, a sensation that caught me off guard. I brushed it off, attributing it to mere hunger or fatigue. It’s definitely post break up

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we settled into the car, Deckard drove through the streets with ease, eventually pulling up to a dinner spot that I had never laid eyes on before. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized that, despite calling this place home for years, I had never once set foot in this place. The embarrass, and I couldn’t help but think that Deckard must be amused by my obvious lack of local knowledge.

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