Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 117

Chapter103

His sentimental eyes met mine once more, his broken, searching look rested on me, as if willing me to be okay, to be whole again. Then, with a soft, defeated sigh, he turned and walked away, leaving me with the haunting memory of his indecipherable troubled gaze.

The discomfort inside me grows realizing that our energy had shifted in a way that felt foreign and unsettling. He was so carefree and joyful around me, now he seemed burdened down by concern and worry. I missed the effortless laughter, the unguarded moments, and the lighthearted banter we used to share. It was as if an invisible barrier had risen between us, and I couldn’t quite put my linger on why or how it had happened.

Our conversations, once easy and flowing, had become stilted and superficial, limited to discussions about my health. A nagging question crept into my mind: was I inadvertently pushing people away, including Deckard, who had been nothing but supportive and caring? The possibility sent a ripple of unease through me, and I wondered if I had been so focused on my own struggles that I had neglected the people who mattered most.

“Karissa,” Leona seeks me out. I turned my attention to Leona, pushing aside the tangled thoughts that had been occupying my mind. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied me, her expression drifting between curiosity and concern as she probes.

Wpid something happen between

you and Deckard?” The directness of her question caught me off guard, and I felt a sinking in my chest as I hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

I shook my head, my denial genuine. “No, why do you ask?” I countered. I narrowed my brows, studying Leona’s expression, wondering what had sparked her suspicion. Her gaze held mine, her eyes searching for something, and I sensed that she wasn’t entirely convinced by my response.

“Well you both are usually speaking effortlessly fine and now it feels like,” Her words trailed off as she shrugged, her hand waving in a vague gesture as she searched for the right word. “Distant?” she suggested, her eyes locking onto mine, seeking confirmation. Her observation struck a chord, and I felt a pang of recognition. It was true, the easy, effortless connection Deckard and I once shared had given way to a sense of detachment, a feeling that we were now separated by some unseen divide.

“Karry,” Xaviera said her eyes locking onto mine with an uncanny intensity. 1 bit my lip pondering as she sat there reading me with an unnerving accuracy. Her gaze held mine, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind as some sort of realization dawned on ber.

I sighed before disclosing. “He told me he loves me,” my voice tones down to a whisper. Leona’s eyes widened, and she let out a soft gasp, her surprise vocal Meanwhile, I felt a familiar sense of unease stirring inside me, like a swarm of restless rats racing through my stomach, their frantic scurrying causing me shift uncomfortably,

Xaviera leaned closer with curiosity and skepticism as she sought clarification. “Like he love, loves you?” she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she awaited my response.

I nodded, my mind already wandering into the caves of my own thoughts. Was I reading too much into it? Had I misinterpreted Deckard’s words, and in doing so, was I misinforming others too? The doubts crept in and the uncertainty clouding over my already muddled emotions.

Leona’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she leaned forward pryingly, “And?” she urged. She seemed to be hovering on the edge of her seat, as if I was about to spill a national secret, and our lives depended on it

I frowned, unsure of what Leona was expecting me to reveal. “And?” I repeated, my confusion evident. But before I could even process my own thoughts, Leona’s voice rose to a whispery shriek, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush

“What happened after that?” she demanded, with impatient exasperation. She leaned in closer, her face inches from mine, as if she was on the verge of physically shaking the story out of me.

I swallowed hard, the words feeling like they were stuck in my throat. “The doctor interrupted us and we didn’t speak about it ever since,” I managed to say with regret

The memory of that unfinished conversation was already clawing at me. I felt a lump form in my throat as I thought about the uncertainty to talk about it that had been left dangling, like an arrow prepared and aimed to hit me.

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