Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 121

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She genuinely belleved that we had slept together that night, and to put her mind at ease, I agreed to a DNA test,” he explained, his expression morphed into flat coldness, like he hated that his actions of kindness had turned up to question him.

“Of course, the results came back negative, and she was understandably upset. It turned out that the baby’s father was her ex–boyfriend, who had passed away. I felt a pang of sorrow at the revelation, my heart going out to the Innocent baby, Jovi, who would never get to know her biological father. The thought of her growing up without him was disturbing and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of compassion for her, no child should grow up without parents and loving ones at that.

“You know the rest,” he continued. “She wanted to put Jovi up for adoption, but everyone back home had already grown attached to her, already accepted her as mine since Kendrew couldn’t wait to spill that Sophie’s daughter was mine and L. Just couldn’t bring myself to let her go. To hand her over to a stranger.” He paused, his eyes clouding over as he struggled to articulate his emotions.

“She brought me a piece of peace, “His voice quivered on the last words, and he gulped, as if the memory still had the power to wound him deeply. “That I longed to have with you, when I could make you mine,” he paused struggled to get the rest of the words out but he

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“But fate had something else in store.” He chuckled, a dry, humourless sound, and his eyes seemed to mock himself, as if he thought himself a fool for having loved so deeply, only to be met with pain. My heart, already tender and vulnerable, ached in a way it never had before, filled with a deep sorrow and regret for the pain he had endured, for the love he had given that had been met with only hurt of the feelings not beling reciprocated.

My head spun around in dizzying circles, as if I was trapped in a never–ending 360–degree photo booth, with Deckard’s piercing gaze as my sole focus. His eyes, like two shimmering sapphires, burned with an intensity that left me breathless, a love so carnest so selfless, that it was visible to my eyes. The yearning in his gaze was like a gentle whisper, a soft caress that reached deep into my soul, touching places I never lanew existed. It was as if he had unlocked a secret door, hidden deep within me, and was pouring all his emotions into that sacred space, storing it for eternity.

In that moment, I felt seen, truly seen, by someone who understood the intricacies of my heart, who knew the deepest, darkest corners of my soul. Deckard’s eyes held a deep wisdom, a profound understanding that spoke directly to my heart, and I knew, that no one could love me that way he does.

“Karry,” he whispered, his chest rising and falling with a deep, labored breath, as if he was struggling to contain the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. His eyes searched mine, seeking answers, but my silence only seemed to fuel his anxiety. He panicked, his words tumbling out in a frantic, apologetic rush. “I hope you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about Jovi, about my past. If I had told you, I would have had to explain why I never pursued anyone, and then…I would have had to tell you that I loved you.” His voice comes out shaking on the last words, and I felt the tremble right inside me too.

“I feared complicating things for you or risk our friendship,” he clarified his voice filled with sincerity. “You mean so much to me, Karry.” As he spoke, he reached out, his hands cradling my face with a tender, longing gentleness, I instinctively covered his hands with mine, holding them in place, our skin touching as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t look away from his beautiful, soulful ryes, they were screen that projected his feelings so well, drawing me in with their genuine warmth and encouragement.

“I am not mad at you,” I finally managed to reassure in a vague whisper. I was still under the influence of the revelation, stunned that this incredible man, with his rough exterior and heart of gold, had harbored such deep feelings for me. Deckard was the embodiment of a real man–tough yes kind, rugged yet honest, handsome yet compassionate. He was a complex medley of remarkable personality, woven together with a thread of authenticity that made him all the more endearing

“Who else knows?” I asked, dropping my hands from his face as he did the same, attempting to steer the conversation back to a more neutral tone. The question was a gentle probe, a way to shift the focus away from the saddening emotions that had been swirling between us.

“Only Hendrix,” he replied, his voice swift but coated with heaviness, as if the heftyness of his secret was still pressing down on him. And I had a feeling Barrack knows, but he never asked,” he added, his eyes clouding over for a moment, as if the thought of his family’s potential questions and concerns was a burden he’d been carrying for a long time.

The rest of them…I was afraid they’d ask me the same questions you would’ve asked,” he continued, his gaze drifting back to mine fogged with sadness and regret. It was clear that he’d been shouldering this secret alone, afraid of how his family would react, and

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