Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 63

Chapter 49

“Deckard, I don’t want to go out,” I whined, my voice laced with a hint of petulance, hoping to sway him. But he just narrowed his eyes at me, a playful glint dancing in their depths. His expression was a clear warning that he wasn’t having it, and I could almost hear him thinking of persuading excuses.

“You break my heart, Hamsty,” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with amusement, his words, laced with mocking disappointment, struck a chord, and I couldn’t help but smile at his playful pout. “I was hoping for you to show me a good place with amazing food before I leave.” The way he said it, with such exaggerated sadness, made me chuckle, and I felt my exhaustion momentarily lift.

His teasing had a way of making me feel seen and cared for, and I found myself wanting to make it up to him.

“Okay, fine,” I relented, my smile growing wider, “But just for you, and just because I don’t want to hear you complain about my culinary skills.” I said and he chuckled. I’m not the best at cooking, but at least my food is edible. It’s not burnt or overcooked, just… unremarkable. Not exactly restaurant–style good, but it does the job.

As we ventured beyond my usual haunts, I suggested trying a restaurant that had caught my eye on Instagram. The reviews had promised a culinary delight, and I was eager to see if it lived up to the hype. Deckard’s enthusiasm for the food was infectious, and I found myself savoring the flavors, especially the decadent dessert that was the highlight of the meal for me. But it was the moments between bites, the effortless banter and light–hearted conversations, that truly made the evening special. Being out felt like slipping Into a warm routine comforting and familiar, and I reveled in the ease of our friendship. Time seemed to melt away as we laughed and chatted.

As we stepped out of the restaurant, the pleasant atmosphere was abruptly shattered by Keith’s menacing presence. His eyes, blazing with fury, were fixed intently on Declard, and his body language screamed hostility. The sudden tension was shocking, and I could feel the air thicken with unspoken animosity.

Keith’s gaze shifted to me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

“I need to talk to you, Karissa,” he declared, his voice low and even, but laced with a hint of urgency. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze, my instincts screaming at me to runaway. I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head, a silent refusal to engage

with him

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I denied, my voice firm but Keith’s eyes flashed with a fierce determination, and he inched closer.

I felt a surge of unease and stepped back, my heart racing, as Deckard instinctively moved to my side, his presence a protective shield between Keith and me. The air was charged with tension, and I could sense the heat radiating from Keith, his anger and frustration simmering just below the surface.

“You heard her, now inove” Deckard’s voice was low and even, a calm warning also a firm threat.

“Stay out of it. You think I don’t understand what you’re trying to do here. As soon as you saw the spot beside her empty, you jumped in.” Keith’s tone twisted to rage, his accusation echoing his tone was venomous, and I was taken aback by the intensity of his anger. This wasn’t the Keith I knew, the calm and collected one. This was a side of him I had rarely seen, and it unsettled me. I felt like I was caught in the middle of a hailstorm and I was being hit by a hailball every other day.

“I am just trying to hold her together while you are the one who broke her.”

I never knew sounding so ragingly calm was possible, reflecting on the truth, his words each one a precision–crafted arrow almed straight at Keith’s heart.

“This is between me and her, get out of my way.” Keith’s face twisted in a snarl as he growled. He took a step closer, his fists clenched, and Deckard Instinctively moved to intercept him.

But Keith was beyond reason, his anger boiling over as he threw a punch at Deckard’s face. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was sickening, and I felt a scream building in my throat. But Deckard didn’t crumple or back down. Instead, he merely staggered back, his eyes flashing with a fierce inner strength, his jaw clenched in determination. He was tougher than he looked, and Keith’s underestimation of him was ridiculous. The air was electric with tension as the two men faced off, their chests heaving, their eyes locked in a silent challenge.

I stepped forward, my heart racing, and positioned myself between Deckard and Keith, my hands raised in a calming gesture. “Enough,” I said firmly, my voice clear and authoritative. The single word hung in the air, a command that brokered no argument. Keith’s chest was heaving, his fists still clenched, while Deckard’s eyes softened, his jaw set in a firm line smoothing

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