Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 38

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As she loomed over me, her hand flashed up in a lightning–fast strike, connecting with my nose in a explosion of pain that sent me stumbling backward. I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train, my nose shattered, my sinuses on fire. I cursed loudly, the words tumbling out in a groaned litany of agony as I desperately tried to gather some semblance of sense into my crooked, throbbing nose.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I bellowed, the pain and humiliation mingling in a toxic stew. I felt like I was drowning in my own misery.

I was more proud than hurt, a twisted sense of admiration for her strength and angst rising up in me like a dark phoenix. That was a fucking powerful punch, one that would have leveled a lesser man.

But it was also a punch in the gut, a brutal reminder that brought me crashing back to the hellish reality. The pain was nothing compared to the weight of my guilt, and the acknowledge of what I’d done to deserve such fury.

Her punch had been a wake–up call, a harsh slap in the face that shattered the fragile illusions I’d clung to. I was forced to confront the ruins, the shattered remains of our love, and the devastating hurt I’d inflicted on the one person I’d sworn to protect.

“Ka-“I started to say, but she cut me off with a sharp, venomous tone, her words slicing through the air like a razor. “Don’t take my name with your filthy mouth,” she spat, her voice dripping with disgust and contempt.

The sentence was a toxic dart, shot straight into my heart, and it only sprinkled more salt on the burns of my shame.

The force of her revulsion was like a physical blow. Her words were a scathing rebuke, a rejection of everything I was and everything I’d done.. The pain was a living thing, a living wound that pulsed with every beat of my heart, reminding me of my own worthlessness.

“Pl–please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, a faint, pitiful plea that was almost lost in the darkness. I was begging, my words trembling with desperation, my body aching with a dull, throbbing pain.

The bruising on my face was a deep, burning ache, my nose throbbing like a raw, exposed nerve, but none of it, none of it, compared to the agony that ravaged my soul or the one I have done to her. I was slipping into a swamp of my own choices unable to escape the consequences of my actions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

“I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses for cheating,” she snarled, her voice a venomous hiss that cut through my defenses like an

Arrow.

The words a harsh rejection of my attempts to explain, to justify, to mitigate the hurt I’d caused. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, all the air knocked out of me, leaving me gasping for breath.

And then, the dam broke. The tears I’d been holding back, the emotions I’d been trying to keep locked down, burst free in a torrent of affliction. I couldn’t hold them back anymore, couldn’t stem the tide of sorrow and regret that overwhelmed me.

They streamed down my face, hot and salty, a bitter reminder of my failure, my weakness, my unworthiness. I was undone, shattered by the weight of my own shame, unable to bear her hatred.

“Doll,” I whispered, a desperate, anguished plea that tore from my throat like a prayer. My feet moved of their own accord, carrying me towards her with a helpless, instinctual longing. But she recalled, her eyes flashing with a fierce warning, her hands raised like claws to defend herself against my approach

“Don’t come near me,” she growled, her voice low and menacing, a warning that made my blood run cold. I stumbled, my legs trembling beneath me, as I struggled to find the words to express the depth of my need

“I need to, I need to,” I stammered, my voice cracking with anguish, my tears falling like rain as I begged for forgiveness, for mercy, for a chance to make it right.

But she shook her head, her face twisted in rage and disgust, her eyes blazing with a fierce rejection. “No,” she spat, the word a sharp, definitive blow that sent me wobbling back, “You’ve lost that right. You’ve lost me.”

“Please just, give me a chance to explain,” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, as I grasped for a lifeline of redemption.

But she laughed, a mocking, mirthless sound that was like a slap in the face, a wicked, evil jeer that cut deep into my soul. It was an announcement of her utter disbelief, a declaration that my words were worthless, my apologies hollow. The sound of it was a knife twisting in my heart, a cruel reminder that I’d lost her trust, and possibly lost her forever.

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