Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 110

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Rose tainted when Keith was visiting her in chapter 10, it’s off page. But he took her to the hospital and discovered she needed a kidney transplant.

Keith

My actions replayed in my head the resting regrets stung deeper. Not only had I deceived Karissa and relegated her to second best, but now my reckless choices were pulling her down into the damnation of my mistakes. This reality, the consequences I didn’t think about, was terrifying, leaving me hollow and empty.

The doctor’s words branded themselves into my mind, taunting me with their cruel finality. Like an evil mantra, they repeated themselves over and over, each echoing a fresh stab of wounds. Our baby, the tiny, precious life that had already wrapped itself around- my heart, was gone. The repetitive reminder was suffocating, crumbling me beneath its unyielding pressure. Oh, God, my baby…. Grieving pain courses through me, leaving me shattered and bereft.

The fragments of my shattered soul were withering away, desperately clinging to the last vestiges of life. I was drowning in molting lava and Karissa was the only lifeline that could pull me back from the brink. But she, too, was ravaged by the same storm that had destroyed me. If anything, she was more fractured, she froze in a block of ice, her strong spirit shattered into pieces.

JI yearned to envelop Karissa in a warm, comforting embrace, to absorb her anguish and wipe away her tears. But she recoiled from me, her rejection declaring that I was the last person she wanted near her. My desperate promise to stand by her side, to support her unconditionally through the darkest of times, fell on deaf ears. Instead, she turned away, her eyes clouded with a deep sadness, as if she was desperate to escape the pain that my presence seemed to double.

It was as if fate itself was conspiring against us, determined to rip us apart with ruthless efficiency. The cruel twist of losing our baby had already left us broken, and now, in a savage stroke of timing, Rose’s text message arrived, its presence on my phone was an additional issue. And to make matters worse, Karissa was the one holding my phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

Karissa’s misconceptions cut deep, but I knew I had to clarify the situation. The truth was far more complicated.

My interaction with her is nothing romantic or sexual at this point but a desperate cry for help. She had fainted at her place when I was visiting and I had rushed her to the hospital, where the doctors delivered a devastating diagnosis: her one remaining kidney was falling.

When she regained consciousness, Rose helped with the truth she had lost her other kidney two years ago, a casualty of her inability to afford a transplant. The struggles of responsibilities had been crushing her, forcing her to work tirelessly to keep up with the debts that had been piling up.

The thought of Rose’s life slipping away was unbearable, and I knew I had to act. It wasn’t about Rose specifically; it was about the fundamental human impulse to help someone in desperate need. I couldn’t just stand by and watch her die. I had instructed the doctor to begin the search for a matching donor. I would cover the costs of the transplant no matter what it took. The words felt like a lifeline, a chance to redeem myself, and to make a difference in someone’s life, having a feeling I couldn’t make it mine or Karrisa’s.

The fragile thread that had connected Karissa and Me was burnt down. Her eyes blazing with a fierce anger as she spat at me to leave her alone.

The conclusion in her words was a brutal blow, and I fear I had lost her forever. The acidic taste of defeat was compounded by her parting statement: the person she truly wanted by her side would be there for her, a clear indication that I was no longer that person.

I recoiled, my mind spiralling in stunned distress as the harsh clarity of Karissa’s words slammed into me like a physical punch. I had desperately clung to the hope that her previous declaration of not loving me anymore was a result of her pain and anger, a temporary aberration that would eventually give way to redemption. But the conviction in her eyes, the unwavering firmness of her gaze, told a different story. It was a truth that cut through my soul to hemorrhage in agony. I felt the warmth of my life force ebbing away bleeding

out its very essence

I stumbled through the hallway, my legs trembling beneath me as I grasped the wall for support. Karissa’s rejection wounded me deeper than it appeared, leaving me gasping for air as a sob choked its way up my throat. It felt as though I was being torn asunder, a part of me ripping away from the rest.

Every fiber of my being screamed in protest as I realized that She was truly done with me. Her eyes, her body language, and her words

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had all conveyed the same message: she was finished, and I was no longer welcome in her life. The pain was exacerbated by the impending loss of our baby, a heartbreaking reminder that I would soon be erased from Karissa’s life forever.

I stood there mumbed in anguish, as I watched the scene unfold before me. Deckard had rushed past me, entering Karissa’s room with a sense of urgency. And now, as I gazed upon the heart–wrenching sight, I felt my own emotions shattering. Karissa was crumbling, her body racked with sobs as she clung to him like he was her life vest while the waves were bringing her down. The desperation in her grip, the agony in her cries, it all tore through my chest like a warrior’s sword. I felt my own tears flowing more freely now, my sobs becoming more intense as I struggled to muttle them with my fist.

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