Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 107

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“What are you going to do?” My question was a defeated query, my eyes were moist, stinging, I knew that all hope was lost and crumbled. The reality was a brutal, crushing truth that felt like swallowing shattered glass–jagged, merciless, and impossible to endure

“We’ll need to closely monitor your condition, run some additional tests, and determine if surgical intervention is necessary,” the doctor explained, her tone professional, yet empathetic

Her phone rang and she stepped out and I could only hear a few of her words

“An ectopic pregnancy yes,” she continued, “okay, we’ll get her transferred,” she sighs.

With the room clear Keith steps inside, I glanced up. The redness in his eyes, and the despair that seemed to cling to him speaking for his silence. He looked at me with desperation, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of my face, every curve and every line. Like we were being sentenced to death and this was the last time he’ll see me.

Keith’s warm hand enveloped mine, but I didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of grief.

I couldn’t bear to look at Keith, couldn’t bear to see the reflection of my own pain in his eyes. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into a void of sorrow and regret

The thought of the baby, of the tiny, fragile life that had been growing inside me, was almost too much to bear. I felt like I’d been robbed, like life had snatched away something precious and irreplaceable. The pain of it was a physical ache, a brutal gnawing feeling that seemed to echo through every cell of my body.

I didn’t even get to meet you, little one, I didn’t even get to hold you, to feel your tiny heartbeat against mine. You will be g could even see you

gone before I

“Karissa, please… let me be there for you,” Keith begged, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. I want nothing in return. Just… please, don’t push me away.”

I pulled my hand away from his, but I couldn’t bear to be touched, to be comforted. It was as if my very soul with every passing second was being ripped from me, shrinking away from the world and all its cruel, heartless beauty.

I felt like I was disappearing, like my very existence was being torn away from me, muscle by muscle fiber by fiber. It was a slow, agonizing unraveling, a disintegration of my very self

The eternal distance between us seemed to swallow all hope of grieving together, despite suffering with the same pain.

“Can I have your phone? I think I left mine in your car?” I asked him, wiping the few tears that fell off without my permission.

“Karissa,” his voice was a painful plea as I remained untouched by his attempts to comfort me.

“The phone, Keith,” I choked out lowly.

He looked like my dismissing was killing him as he handed me his phone. “Here,” he whispered, his eyes helpless, never leaving mine as he leaves.

I wiped at my cheeks, trying to stem the flow of tears. With shaking fingers, I dialed Deckard’s number, desperate for a hand to hold onto as the depths of grief pulled me deeper. Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, as the reality of my situation scared me further. Oh god, the thought echoed through my mind, a haunting refrain: I’m going to lose my baby.

“Dec–kard.” My voice splintered as soon as he answered, and he immediately shifted into crisis mode.

“Karissa, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” His jolted with a frantic concern, as if he could feel my heart shattering

The doct–or…she–said…there’s no baby in my uterus,” I whimper, the words tearing from my throat. “S–said they’ll be…running some tests.” I choked on a sob, my body convulsing with anguish. “Decks…I–I’m so scared,”

“I’m on my way, okay? Hold tight, I’ll be there soon,” he assures immediately. “I’m cutting the call, okay, love? I’ll be there before you know it,” he reassured me, his words a gentle promise before the line went dead. With trembling hands, I stared blankly at the screen, the sudden silence punctuated only by the faint beep of the disconnected call.

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My eyes widened as I inadvertently opened the message, the words searing themselves into my eyes. The screen seemed to blur and distort, as if the words were twisting and writhing on the page. I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as I read the message again, my mind struggling to process the implications.

Rose Keith, thank you so much for bringing me to the hospital. The doctor told me you’re trying to get me a donor, but I got it. It’s my Issue, I’ll handle it, you don’t have to help me more

My chest was already a heavy, aching burden, sinking down by the accumulation of sorrow and fear. As I gazed blankly a The numbing disappointment that lingered, only a momentary acknowledgement of the reality.

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