Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 64

Chapter 50

“Please just give me a chance…I just want to talk,” he stammered, his voice cracking with emotion. As he leaned down, his face was inches from mine, and I could see the toll his actions had taken on him.

His eyes were sunken, his skin pale, and his hair disheveled. He looked like a shadow of his former self, a lost soul wandering in the desert, searching for an oasis. For a moment, my resolve wavered, and I felt a pang of sympathy for the man who had once been my partner. But the memory of his betrayal still lingered, a bitter taste in my mouth, and I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to listen. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken emotions, but I held my ground, refusing to back down

My voice rose to a yell, the words tumbling out in a torrent of anger and hurt. “What is there to talk about, Keith? Haven’t you done enough?” I glared at him, my eyes blazing with a mix of fury and pain. The memories of his infidelity, the cancelled wedding, and the shattered trust all came flooding back, and I couldn’t contain my emotions. I felt Deckard’s hand on my shoulder, a gentle reminder that he was there, it fell back when I stepped closer to Keith to look him in the eye daringly.

“You didn’t even ever tell me about this girl in high school. Why should I listen to you?” I screamed, the pain and betrayal feeling like an open wound, raw and festering, the words tearing out of me like a wounded cry

The fact that he had kept such a significant secret from me, that he had lied to me by omission, that our relationship had been built on shifting sands.

“No, no please Doll, don’t cry. It just want to explain things, I just want to…” Keith’s words trailed off, his voice cracking with emotion as he struggled to speak, he panted, his chest heaving with exertion.

“I just want to take your pain away,” he whispered, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, his face etched with regret. The nickname “Doll” was a render one, a reminder of happler times, but now it felt like a cruel irony, a painful reminder of what we had lost. I felt a sob rise up in my throat, but I swallowed it back, my eyes fixed on Keith, my heart heavy with skepticism.

“You can’t.” I shook my head, as tears gathered in my eyes, threatening to spill over. The words were simple, but final. I couldn’t bear the thought of Reith trying to erase the pain he had caused, as if his words could somehow undo the damage. The hurt was too deep, the wounds too raw.

I tried to turn away, to escape the pain and the memories, but Keith’s grip on my elbow was like a vice, holding me in place. He spun me back around, his eyes pleading, his voice cracking with desperation. “Doll, please, just one chance, we need to talk.” He begged, his words tumbling out in a rush, as I struggled to break free from his grasp. I tried to shake him off, but he held tight, his fingers digging into my skin, refusing to let go. I felt a surge of anger and fear, trapped by his grip, trapped by the memories we shared.

I wrenched my arm free from Keith’s grasp, my heart racing with adrenaline, and pushed him away with a force that surprised even myself. He stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock, as if I had indeed slapped him. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

I could see the hurt and confusion etched on his face, but I felt no satisfaction, no sense of vindication. Instead, I just felt empty, hollow, and tired. I wished I had slapped him, wished I had found the strength to express the anger and hurt that simmered just below the surface. But I hadn’t, and now I just felt numb.

“Stop it, stop it, please just stop it!” My voice rose to a fever pitch, the words tumbling out in a frantic, desperate scream. I begged my hands shaking with frustration and hurt.

“Stop sending me flowers and coffee, stop following me like you care, stop lurking around my life, Keith! I mean it!” I warned, my eyes blazing with a fierce determination. “Or else I’ll have to make you do it the hard way, I’ll get a restraining order against you.” The threat hung in the air, a last resort, a final boundary I was willing to draw to protect myself from the toxic cycle of hope and heartache.

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