Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 108

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His face contorted in pain but he didn’t argue as he took his phone. Instead, he turned and walked out of my room. As the door closed behind him, I felt my fragile composure disintegrate. I crumpled, my body wracked with sobs, my lungs burning as if I was suffocating.

sift Every breath felt like a struggle, as if I needed an oxygen mask to survive.

The door burst open, and Deckard rushed in, his face morphed into a painful expression, his eyes filled with tears. He sprinted to my side, his arms immediately wrapping around me like a lifeline, holding me so tightly it was as if he feared I might disappear if he let go. I clung to him with a ferocity I’d never known I possessed, my fingers digging deep into his back as I sobbed uncontrollably, my sorrowful tears soaking into his shirt.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here now,” he soothes affectionately, his hands stroked my hair with a loving tenderness, his hold on me tightening as if he sought to absorb all my pain, to take the weight of my agony upon himself.

I had wept myself into a fitful slumber, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. When I finally stirred awake, I was in a new room and was met with the gentle face of my doctor, her expression soft with concern. She asked me a few quiet questions. And then, with a warm smile, she shared a plece of news before leaving that a tall, muscular man had been extremely worried about me, refusing to leave the night.

Deckard walked in, his eyes locking onto mine as if he knew I was wondering where he was when I called him.

was just nearby, in case you needed me,” he clarified. I didn’t deserve his kindliness.

I managed a faint nod, unable to find my voice. He sat down at the end of the bed, his hands reaching for mine, and clasped them tightly. I looked down, trying to hold back tears. My father, the man who was supposed to be my rock, had only ever hurt me, his words and actions cutting deep into my heart.

Keith, the man I’d trusted with my bruised heart, had shattered it, leaving nothing. And yet, here was Deckard, a man with no obligation to me, offering me comfort and support without condition.

The rest of the day dissolved into a haze of tests and doctor’s visits, but Deckard remained a constant presence by my side. He was a pillar of patience, care, and support, embodying all the qualities that made him an extraordinary person. Even the small gestures, like bringing me food as per the doctor’s instructions. As the day drew to a close, exhaustion finally caught up with me, but sleep remained my enemy.

He sat with me through the dark, silent hours, respecting my need for quiet. He wrapped his strong fingers around mine, holding my hand with a tender, reassuring grasp. Occasionally, he’d bring my hand to his lips, pressing soft, comforting kisses against my skin. And though he tried to conceal it, I caught glimpses of him wiping away tears.

The next morning, Leona and Corwin arrived in the morning, and I broke down in tears as soon as I saw Leona. She enveloped me in a warm hug, offering the kind of comfort and solace that only a big sister could provide, one I never had. Corwin, typically the epitome of elegance and composure, surprised me by showing a more vulnerable side – I saw tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at me with broken eyes

Despite my best efforts to hold it together, I was disintegrating inside myself. Every test result felt like another piece of my baby was being ripped away. Keith was present, but he kept his distance, not attempting to comfort me. Later that night, the doctor delivered the devastating news: I required immediate surgery due to internal bleeding, which explained my overwhelming fatigue, exhaustion and mild abdominal pain.

Self–blame washed over me as I dealt with the reality of my situation. I had been so careless, never considering the possibility of pregnancy after removing my IUD. I had blindly thought everything was falling into place and my fiance would be over the moon knowing I was ready for a child.

But it wasn’t the prospect of losing my own life that filled me with dread – it was the agonizing thought of losing this baby, this tiny being who had brought me such joy in the midst of darkness. I had thought that after all the heartache, I was finally being blessed with a ew beginning. Now, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was simply doomed.

The next day, As I slowly regained consciousness after the surgery, the beeping of the monitors and the antiseptic smell of the hospital room enveloped me. The doctor’s words came back to me – the surgery had been necessary to stop the internal bleeding, but it had also confirmed my worst fears: my baby was gone.

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The silent, but soul wrenching news of my loss ravaged down on me. Once the doctors left my side, the pain became almost unbearable, curtains down, the relentless grief slashed me.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach, a futile attempt to hold onto what was lost, and stared blankly at the wall in front of me. That wall, a silent witness to countless tears and cries, yet expected to stand strong and unyielding, like me.

Leona and Corwin hovered around me, trying to help, but I was trapped in a prison of grief, unable to find my voice. I could only manage weak nods in response to the doctors‘ questions, my throat constricted by suffocating sorrow. I felt as though I was poised on the brink of execution, standing at the very gallows of despair, yet somehow, I wasn’t the one being condemned.

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