Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 62

My voice trembled as I spoke, trying to convey the depth of my emotions, “Deckard, this is…so beautiful.” The words felt inadequate, but they were all I could manage as I struggled to process the surprises and emotions swirling inside me. It was as if a door to a long–dormant part of my heart had creaked open, allowing a warmth to seep in, and the happiness I thought had died inside me was resurfacing, like the first tender shoots of spring after a long, harsh winter.

“I just want you to know, even if the darkness has surrounded you now, the light you behold is far stronger.” He quoted.

His words, spoken with such beauty and kindness, unleashed a chuckle from deep within me, a sound that was both joyful and liberating. As I wiped away the happy tears streaming down my face, 1 felt a sense of release, of surrender, to the love and support that surrounded me. Without a word, I reached out and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a warm, tight hug, as if to hold onto the hope and light he embodied, and to let him know that his words had reached the deepest, most hidden places in my heart.

The warmth of the moment was shattered by a sudden, bittersweet pang of memory. Keith’s smiling face, his makeshift birthday cakes, and his off–key but loving renditions of “Happy Birthday” flooded my mind, and I felt the sting of loss and longing. My tears, once joyful, now fell as sorrowful droplets, and I didn’t even notice the shift. But Deckard did. He pulled back, his eyes filled with concern, as I sniffled sadly, the pain of my past heartache reopening like an non healing wound.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, his eyes locked on mine, filled with a deep concern that I couldn’t ignore.

“I hate him, I hate him, I hate him so much for doing this to me,” I sobbed, my voice cracking with pain and betrayal. Deckard’s arms enveloped me once more, a safe haven from the storm raging within me. I clutched his shirt tighter this time, as if holding onto him could keep me from drowning in my own sorrow. My fists bunched up the fabric, and I cried out, releasing all the pent–up hurt and

anger.

“You can cry it all out, Hamsty, I am here,” he soothed, his words a reassuring whisper that I wasn’t alone at least not today, his arms held me close, a steady embrace that was pacifying, I trembled, my body wracked with sobs, as I clung to him, letting the waves of grief wash over.

As I slowly emerged from the emotional storm, Deckard’s thoughtful gestures enveloped me in a temporary solace. He handed me a warm cup of coffee, the aroma tilling the air, and suggested we watch a movie together.

But I saw through his excuses, I knew he wasn’t just seeking a casual movie night, but rather an excuse to stay by my side, to ensure I didn’t slip back into the darkness. His eyes, filled with concern and care, betrayed his true intentions, I smiled inwardly, touched by his quiet dedication to my well–being, and nodded in agreement, grateful for his companionship.

In the stillness of the night, the movie’s credits rolled, and the clock struck tour am. I felt a wave of gratitude for the hotel’s considerate policy, granting me a two–day reprieve from work on employees birthday. Little did I know, I needed it. The next morning, my body began to protest, as cramps and discomfort signaled the arrival of my period.

I groaned, surrendering to the pain. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the agony subsided, and exhaustion took its toll. I drifted off to sleep, my body spent.

Apang of guilt hit me as I lay in bed, unable to muster the energy to even think about breakfast, let alone offer some to Deckard. But he, ever the considerate one, checked in on me instead, bringing me something to eat and drink. I felt a flutter of gratitude, even as my body betrayed me, wracked with cramps and a light fever.

The day blurred together in a haze of discomfort, my whimpers and moans the only sound source as I shifted restlessly in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. Deckard’s occasional checks on me, his soft words of concern, and gentle touches assurances the only

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