Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 127

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1 laughed, flipping my hair back with a playful, pretend arrogance. “5 dollars says he’ll tell me to do whatever I want,” I teased, earning

a scott from Xaviera.

“Deal?“Xaviera asked, her eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned forward, her hand extended in a challenge. I nodded, a stubborn glint in my own eye, as I reached out to seal the bet with a firm handshake, who says no to free money?

I dialed Deckard’s number and put the call on speaker, exchanging a mischievous glance with Xaviera as we both leaned in, struggling to contain our giggles. His derp, warm, cheerful voice came through the speaker, instantly lifting my spirits higher.

“Hey Hamsty, how’re you doing today. Did everything go well in Santa Ana?” he asked, his tone playful but his genuine concerning interest made my heart pout.

I feigned innocence, asking my question with a completely straight face. “Everything went well,” I assured. “But I called you to get your opinion on something, I wanted to ask, should I cut my hair short?” There was a brief pause, and then Deckard’s serious response came through, his voice a little flowing, as if he was calling from a windy location

“You can do whatever you want, Karissa.” He says gently but seriously. Xaviera and I exchanged a look, I tried not to burst out laughing

Xaviera’s face tell, a mock–offended expression crossing her features as she realized she’d lost the bet. But before she could even react, Deckard’s voice came through the speaker again, his tone affectionate and teasing.

“Although, if you called me to get my honest opinion, I’ve gotta say – I love it long,” he expressed, sending the weirdest flutter through my stomach. Xaviera let out a loud, gleeful scream, her eyes shining with amusement and victory as she clapped her hands together. She burst out laughing, her gaze fixed on me with a teasing glint

“Deckard,” I groaned into the phone, feeling a rush of frustrating amusement because the bet seemed to be ending in a dead tie. Xaviera was savoring her victory, or so it seemed, as she slurped her drink with an air of nonchalance, her eyes sparkling with exhilaration. I shot her a playful glare, which only made her grin wider.

“The bet is tied because of your two answers now, I lost five dollars,” I whined at him playfully, trying to sound annoyed but unable to hide the smile spreading across my face. Deckard’s charmingly loud, rich laughter filled my ears, and his voice filled me with a deep sense of happiness. I missed hearing him talk like that, his voice low and smooth, right in front of me, where I could see the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

“Darling, I’ll give you fifty dollars, stop pouting,” his voice purred through the phone, his laughter sending a thrill through me. My heart, still recovering from the ache of his absence, skipped a beat as he called me “darling“. It was a term of endearment he’d been using since forever but extremely lot since he left, and every time I heard it, my pulse quickened and my emotions went into malfunctioning

The way he said it, low and smooth, made me feel like I was the only person in the world, and it was all I could do not to melt into a puddle of unknown sentiments. My cheeks uncontrollably heated and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling like I was getting the warmth of his affection, even from afar.

“Blind Bastard,” Deckard muttered, his curse followed by the ear piercing screech of wheels, a sound that made my heart lurch with concern. I felt a sudden jolt of alarm, my mind racing with the possibility that he was driving, that the windy background noise I’d noticed earlier was the rush of air through an open window. The thought sent chills through me and I found myself gripping the phone tightly, my senses on high alert

‘Deckard, are you driving?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level, but unable to hide the thread of worry that had crept in. I stood up and turned the speaker off,

“I’ll talk to you later, you shouldn’t be talking while driving, you idiot,” I scolded him, my voice firm with a hint of worry. My heart had nearly stopped at the sound of those screeching tires, and I could feel my pulse racing with anxiety. The thought of him behind the wheel, distracted by our conversation, was terrifying. I felt a surge of protectiveness, a strong urge to reach through the phone and

smack him.

Just focus on the road, okay?” I added, my tone softening slightly as I tried to reassure him. “We can catch up later, when you’re not driving”

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