Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 47

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“Where are you staying right now? I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“At a hotel, Hendrix’s apartment is all dusty,” he replies with a chuckle, shaking his head. I nodded sympathetically, understanding the situation. Hendrix’s apartment, once a cozy haven, had likely been left untouched for a while, collecting dust and memories.

It was no wonder he had opted for the hotel instead, seeking comfort and convenience over the nostalgia–tinged but dusty space. I could almost picture the scene, the layer of dust coating every surface, the air thick with the scent of abandonment, and the echoes of laughter and memories lingering in the silence that haunted Hendrix.

Ayawn escaped as I fisted my hand over my mouth.

“You look like you could use some sleep,” he frowned, his voice filled with concern, as he gazed at me with a discerning eye. I nodded sheepishly, feeling the weight of my exhaustion settling in.

The events of the past twenty nine hours had taken their toll, and the adrenaline that had kept me going was finally wearing off. The food I had just eaten was like a sedative, and I could feel my eyelids growing heavy, my thoughts slowing down A coma–like sleep was indeed imminent, and I was powerless to resist its pull His observation was spot on, I was running on fumes, and my body was screaming for rest

“Take care, okay?” he said, his voice soft and gentle, as he reached out and caressed my hair for a brief, fleeting second.

He reached out and wrapped me in a warm, short hug, a friendly embrace that conveyed a sense of comfort and support.

I savored the moment, feeling a temporary reprieve from the emotional turmoil that had been swirling inside me. His hug was like a gentle anchor, holding me steady. But then, all too soon, he released me and turned to leave. As he walked away, I felt the emptiness settle back in, like a chill creeping into the space he had just occupied. The short lived sense of comfort he had brought was replaced by a hollow feeling, a reminder that I still had to face the challenges ahead, alone. The loneliness scare me, but it was lame of me to keep seeking company to escape the inevitable.

I made my way to the bed, my body feeling heavy with exhaustion, and slipped under the covers, seeking the warmth and comfort of the soft blankets

I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh, and let the weariness consume me. The stress, the anxiety, the emotions – everything began to fade away as I drifted off into a exhaustion induced slumber.

I couldn’t sleep for long, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions that refused to let me rest. When I finally woke up, it was late in the afternoon, and I knew I had to shake off the lethargy and take control of my life.

I forced myself to shower and change, the warm water and fresh clothes helping to revive my spirit. I sat down at my desk, determined to write a new chapter in my history, one where I emerged strong and resilient. I refused to be the bride who let heartbreak define her, who sat in her room and cried over what could have been.

Keith had broken my trust and violated our relationship, and I couldn’t let that define me. I was more than my heartache, and I was determined to prove it to myself. With a newfound sense of purpose, I began to write my own story, one of survival, growth, and triumph.

The mirror, once a simple reflective surface, had become a portal to a painful past. As I glanced into its depths, I was met with a ghostly reminder of happier times, of laughter and love. The memory of Keith and I, standing together, smiling, and embracing in front of a mirror, was forever etched in my mind. Our joy, our love, and our commitment to each other had been captured in that moment, and now, it haunted me. The reflection of myself and the recent past seemed to mock me.

Tears pricked at the earners of my eyes, and I shut them tight, trying to stem the flow. But they came anyway, streaming down my face without permission. I wiped them away, my hands moving on autopilot as I struggled to regain control. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in the what–ifs and the maybes.

I couldn’t think about what could’ve been, what should’ve been, what didn’t happen. It was a slippery slope, one that led to despair and beartache. I took a deep breath, feeling the sting of salt on my lips, and forced myself to focus on the present. I had to move forward, no matter how hard it was. I had to create a new reality, one where I was strong, capable, and happy. The tears slowed, then stopped, as I opened my eyes and faced the future, determined to shape it into something beautiful.

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