Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 72

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When he visited a while back, I expected a listening car, some words of encouragement, but instead, he greeted me with a somber expression. His eyes, filled with pity and sympathy.

Byron answered on the third ring, and we exchanged small talk, skirting around the real issues until I finally broke down and shared everything with him. He listened attentively, his voice measured and calm, before offering his advice: be responsible, patient, and above all, completely honest.

That last part hit me in my damaged heart honesty was precisely what had been lacking in my actions, the very thing that had led me down this treacherous path. The irony wasn’t lost on me; I had been dishonest with Karissa, with Rose, and even with myself, and now, Byron was telling me that honesty was the only way to move forward. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but deep down, I knew he was right.

If I had confided in Karissa about the turmoil that had been brewing in my mind for the past year, Taylor’s relentless nagging and manipulations, my growing doubts and restlessness. I had dismissed it as mere wedding jitters, a temporary phase, but now I realized it was so much more.

I had been struggling with deep–seated uncertainties, and instead of confronting them head–on, I had let them simmer beneath the surface, ultimately leading to being unfaithful. If only I had been brave enough to confront my true feelings, to be honest with myself and Karissa, perhaps things would have turned out differently. But I had let fear and uncertainty guide me, and now I was paying the “price

I booked a ticket for the next day. I couldn’t bear the thought of any more deliberation, fearing it would drag me back down further.

I could only hope that Rose would be willing to listen, to talk to me about the future and the baby. The thought of her considering an abortion was too much to bear, a prospect that filled me with a deep and abiding dread. I pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate task at hand: showing up, being present, and trying to make things right. The outcome was far from certain, but I knew I had to try.

The whole night I was awake, I stood at the crossroads, torn between emotions – happiness, sadness, and fear all vied for dominance. But one thing was certain: things were about to take a drastic tum, and for the worse to be precise.

The pieces of my life, and everything I held dear hanging in the between. My relationships, my future, my very sense of self, all were at stake. The uncertainty was suffocating, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was staring into the abyss, with no safety net to catch me if I fell

The n next day, I checked into a hotel and spent the evening andously waiting to confront Rose. I headed to the Tazer club, hoping to catch her there, but she was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to leave, the same girl from that night approached me.

She must have sensed my desperation, because she hesitated for a moment before handing me a piece of paper with Rose’s address scribbled on it. I took it from her. Now, I had no excuse not to face Rose,

i stood frozen in front of Rose’s door, my mind racing with thoughts of what could have been, what should have been. If only I had taken the time to think things through that fateful night, to consider the consequences of my actions, perhaps I wouldn’t be standing here now, uncertain of my future.

I thought about turning back, running from the uncomfortable truths that awaited me on the other side of the door. But something kept me rooted to the spot, a sense of responsibility, of obligation to face the music, to own up to my mistakes and face whatever came next. With a deep breath, I steeled myself and raised my hand to knock

The door creaked open, and Rose stood before me, her expression a mask of blankness. I was relieved she didn’t slam the door shut, but instead, she just stared at me, her eyes searching, mine for answers

I wondered if she knew that I knew, if that’s why she hadn’t shut me out resignation as she sighed and asked. “What’re you doing here, Keith?”

completely. Her voice was laced with a mix of exhaustion and

Can we talk, please?” I requested, my voice laced with a desperation that betrayed my inner turmoil I added a pleading “please” as if the politeness could somehow soften the blow of my presence, or perhaps ease the tension.

Her expression didn’t change, but she stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The silence was oppressive as I crossed the threshold, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. I knew I had to choose my words carefully, to make amends, to explain, to somehow make sense of the chaos I had created.

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As I entered, I took her in. She looked paler, her skin almost translucent, and her eyes seemed to hold a deeper sadness, a more profound confusion. The evidence of her own struggles was showing, and I knew that I had added to her burden, compounding her misery with my own mistakes.

“How are you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, The question felt inadequate, given the circumstances, but I hoped it might crack open a door to conversation.

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