Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 100

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My hands instinctively rose to my stomach, and I felt a twist of uncertainty. Would I be able to give my baby a happy childhood, one that was so different from my own, which had been marred by criticism and pain? The thought alone seem challenging and I felt a heaviness form in my throay.

1 settled back into a comfortable position, closing my eyes as a warm, fuzzy feeling surrounded me. My mind began to wander, and I found myself envisioning a future where I was proudly sporting a big, round bump. I imagined feeling my baby kick and squirm inside me, their tiny movements, the life growing within. I pictured the moment they would take their first breath, and I would get to hold them close, feeling their tiny heart beating against mine. I imagined the scent of their newborn skin, and the feeling of tucking them. snugly into my arms, where they would feel safe and loved.

“Here,” Deckard draws my attention as he sat down beside me and carefully placing the foldable table tray on the top my lap. I couldn’t help but smile contentedly at the meal spread before me- vegetable rice tossed just the amount of crunchiness I love them with, air–fried chicken, and a steaming bowl of soup, prepared just the way I preferred. My eyes drifted up to him, and I found him leaning against the headrest, his hand propped against it, watching me with tranquil patience. His gaze was intense, as if my reaction and judgment were going to decide his very fate.

I savored the soup, feeling the warm liquid soothe my throat, It was comforting, both emotionally and physically. The vegetable rice was cooked to perfection retaining just the right amount of everything. And the chicken… it was heavenly. I felt like I hadn’t eaten in days, and the flavors danced happily on my taste buds.

But as I was enjoying my meal, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t asked him to join me. “You won’t eat?” My voice was heavy feeling guilty offering him anything sooner

He shrugged, a hint of a amusement playing on his lips. “I already had five burritos, he declared matter–of–fact. My eyes widened in surprise at his answer, and I let out a snort. Of course, a man of his size and appetite would need a massive amount of food to sustain himself. It was just another reminder of his rugged, larger than neccessary presence.

I felt his gaze on me the entire time I was eating, but he didn’t disturb me, knowing that I preferred to focus on my food, especially when I am extremely hungry.

When I finished my meal, he got up before me and began clearing the dishes. “Deckard, I can stand up, I can walk, and I can do my own dishes,” I protested, feeling a bit frustrated that he wasn’t letting me take care of myself. He just ignored me, tossing me a smirk as he headed to the kitchen to deposit the dishes in the sink.

I groaned loudly, purposefully, trying to convey that he was being sweetly annoying. I didn’t want him exhausting himself, treating me like I was fragile and helpless. I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and I wished he would stop being so kind. But deep down, I was touched by his thoughtful gestures. I was tired, and a part of me appreciated his help, but my stubborn side refused to admit it. Deckard knew me too well, and I could sense that he was ignoring my protests on purpose, Imowing that I wouldn’t ask for belp even if I needed it.

I resigned myself to the fact that trying to dissuade him from helping me was futile, so I settled back into the couch and turned on the TV. He joined me after finishing the dishes, and handed me a steaming cup of hot tea. I glared at him as I took it, but he just smiled.

“You good?” he asked, his brow furrowed kiddingly I ignored him, giving him the silent treatment, but he just sighed and tried again.

“Come on, Hamsty, I’m just trying to help,” he protested pouting, his voice filled with attection. My heart melted at the term of endearment, and I turned to him, feeling slightly guilty for being so stubborn.

“You’re already doing so much,” I retorted glancing away, unable to meet his gaze. Deckard gently tilted my head, and my eyes met his, shining with kindness and warmth.

“Karry, I had already booked myself a ticket to fly here and be there for you. Your call was just a plus,” he revealed, leaving me surprised. It took me a few moments to process his words before I spoke up.

“But why?” I asked, feeling a little silly for questioning him, given the kind of person he was and how much he had always cared for me. Yet, I still wanted to hear his answer.

He leaned in, his face inches from mine. His dark eyes expressive, delved into mine, filled with a deep affection that touched my heart “You think it’ll take your words for me to know you need me?” he indicated humming as he quirked a brow at me.

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