Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 39

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“Oh, don’t give me that typical cheater’s chant,” she snapped, her voice laced with venom and disdain, each word biting me hard.

Weeping with rage, she unleashed her rage. “You were spending time with a dancer, since you didn’t return to the resort, the whole night – you pathetic loser! So don’t try to feed me bullshit, it always means something! Her voice roared like thunder, trembling with disgust, and I could feel the seismic waves of her fury radiating off her.

I

us was a tunnel, a vast and uncrossable expanse that seemed to grow wider with every passing moment. I was speechless, my voice lost in the depths of my own regret.

Mett standing there, mute and helpless, my mind a jumble of fragmented thoughts and unspoken pleas. The silence between

In a desperate bid to reconnect, to feel the comfort of her presence and temporarily escape the hellish reality, I inched closer, my hands- reaching out like a supplicant.

“Don’t come any closer,” she warned, her voice icy and detached, “I don’t like the smell of cheaters.” I could see the revulsion in her eyes as she shrank back, her body language screaming discomfort and disdain, as if my very presence was now repellent.

“Doll, please,” I pleaded, my voice laced with desperation, as I inched closer. But her gaze was unforgiving, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made my skin crawl. I swear, the way she stared at me, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal, seemed to say she wanted me to die right there and then

“You think you’ll go fuck someone and come back crawling to me, and I’ll just forgive and forget, and we’ll walk down the aisle like nothing’s wrong? Do I seem that pathetic to you?” she yelled, her voice shattering the air, each word a razor–sharp accusation, her tone dripping with outrage, hurt, as if the very idea was an affront to her dignity and self–worth

“I was drunk,” I protested, my voice barely above a whisper, but Karissa’s glare cut through the haze, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made my gut twist in regret. Her gaze was a cold, hard slap, ten times worse than any words she could have hurled at me.

“Oh, now you’re going to use the “I was blacked out‘ line?” She exclaimed, her voice rising to a venomous crescendo, her words dripping with scorn and disgust,

She hissed like an anaconda ready to strike, her eyes blazing with fury, as if she was ready to swallow me whole and then chop my bones into tiny pieces, one by one, her anger and betrayal coiled around her like a living thing, poised to unleash its full fury upon me.

“I love you, Doll,” I confessed, my voice cracking with desperation, the words tumbling out in a frantic bid to salvage what was left of our shattered relationship. “I swear, it was a big fucking mistake,” I pleaded, my eyes locked on hers, searching for a glimmer of forgiveness, my voice heavy with remorse, as if the weight of my mistake was crushing me. But my words seemed to hang in the air, hollow and insincere, as if I was trying to convince myself more than her

“No, cheating is never a mistake, never!” She spat, her voice venomous and unforgiving, the words shooting out like a bullet. “It’s always a fucking choice,” she snarled, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, as if the very idea that I could downplay my infidelity as a mistake was an insult Her tone was a slap in the face, a rejection of my feeble attempt at excuse–making, and a slapping reminder that my actions had been deliberate, calculated, and hurtful.

“Please,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation, as a sense of utter despair washed over me. “I can’t live without you,” I begged, the words tumbling out in a frantic bid to hold on to what was slipping away. I felt all sorts of disastrous emotions sinking inside me – the weight of my mistakes, the crushing loss of her trust, the loneliness and uncertainty that yawned open before me with open arms

“So tragic,” she said, hei voice laced with a mix of pain and defiance, “I can’t say the same. I may be hurt and broken, even destroyed,” she acknowledged, her tears flowing like a river, “But what I am not is helpless and blind.” She wiped her tears away with a fierce gesture, as if scrubbing off the weakness. “I am not going to come running back to you,” she declared, her jaw set in determination. “I will be strong, and I will move on from this. My life is worth so much more than loving you,” she barked with venom, as she turned away.

“boll-“I began, my voice cracking with emotion, but she raised a hand, her palm facing me like a shield, stopping me in my tracks. flashing a warning, as if to say “don’t even think about it,” her gesture a clear boundary between us.

The air was heavy with tension as she stood there, her hand still raised, her gaze unwavering, daring me to try and cross the line she had drawn. I hesitated, my words dying on my lips, as I realized I had lost the right to even speak her name.

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