Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 118

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Leona’s calming optimism shifted my attention “I’m sure it’ll be all fine once you talk to him,” she assured nodding with encouragement. I nodded, the motion a hesitant dance between hope and doubt. But the remainder of his pending departure loomed. The thought of him leaving without us attempting to untangle the knotty silence between us was a nagging ache. I didn’t want to lose

him.

Leona leaned forward calming the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling Inside me. “Relax, Karry,” she consoles.

“Even if he truly loves you, and you two have a connection that’s quite strong, you’re not bound by some unspoken contract to dive headfirst into a relationship or anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She paused. “And I’m willing to bet my last dollar that Deckard understands that better than any of us. He’s not the kind of guy who’s going to swoop in like a vulture, sniffing out an opportunity to grab the empty seat beside you.” She vouched.

His uniqueness was a truth I could attest to, for in his presence, fear was a fleeting emotion, reserved only for those foolish enough to trifle with the people he held dear. But as for me, I sensed that I occupied a sacred space within the boundaries he’d carefully drawn around his world. Perhaps, I dared to think, I was even positioned at the very center under the warm glow of his affection, if his words were indeed a reflection of his true feelings. I pondered the reality of being the focal point of his love.

“Leona’s right, you’re not obligated to get into anything “Xaviera agreed, calming my racing thoughts. “All you need to do to focus on right now is clearing your life of anything that’s weighing you down including clearing things between you and Deckard,” she continued, her words a gentle but firm nudge, “and focus on finding our strong Karissa back” I nodded with slight but rising determination rise up within me, as I gulped down the tears and uncertainties that had been holding me back.

A made promise to myself and swallowed hard, the lump of uncertainty in my throat slowly beginning to dissolve and spark erupted that whispered: it’s time to rediscover the strong, resilient Karissa I once knew.

I forced down the remainder of my meal, a gesture of appreciation rather than satisfaction, for my appetite had vanished by recent events. The evening drew to a close, and Corwin and Leona departed for their flight. As the hours ticked by, I found myself wide awake, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t shake.

I attempted to distract myself with books and movies, but even the silver screen’s usual magic falled to captivate me. Deckard’s words echoed through my mind on an agitated repeat, refusing to be silenced. This restless energy was suffocating, tempting me to surrender to its urgency and rush to Deckard’s side, demanding answers. But the opportunity to confront him alone had eluded me that day, and now he was tucked away in the guest room probably asleep.

As if a prayer instantly answered Deckard knocking was a gentle surprise, and I called out softly, granting him permission to enter. His eyes, usually bright and confident, seemed subdued, as if he was uncertain of something. The tray he carried held a simple offering–a half–glass of milk–but the gesture carried a exceptional message…

“Thought you’d be able to sleep fine with this,” he murmured with a hesitant vulnerability I’d never witnessed before. His usual assuredness was tempered, replaced by a cautiousness that made me wonder if I’dunintentionally made him feel awkward for baring his feelings.

“Sleep well,” he whispered, his lips curving into a faint, forced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. As he turned to leave, I felt a surge of desperation, my stomach twisting into a knot, my bruised heart racing with apprehension. Without thinking, I reached out and grasped his hand, my fingers wrapping around his broad wrist. I felt him tense, his fingers hesitating, for a moment before relaxing into my grasp

“I want to talk to you,” The frantic words scrambled off my tongue with a twitchy urgency, and Deckard’s entire demeanor seemed to seize up, as if an icy storm had swept in, encasing him in a fragile layer of frost. He halted, his back still turned to me, his hand frozen in mine, the only sign of life the subtle tension that vibrated through his tingers.

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