Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 67

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“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, unsure if it was true or not. My body was screaming for sustenance, but my emotions were rebelling against the idea of eating. It was as if my physical and mental selves were at war, each refusing to give in to the other’s demands.

I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to acknowledge the basic human need for nourishment, but my stomach growled in protest, betraying my resolve. My sister’s concern gaze lingered on me, but I looked away, unable to meet her eyes, unsure of how to reconcile the conflicting desires within me.

The corner where Karissa once lay, radiant as an angel, her beauty, kindness, and compassion now taunting memories, reminding me of all I had callously forgotten in the thrall of my destructive desires.

Life had become a bleak, monotonous existence. I trudged through my days, mechanically dropped off flowers and her favorite morning coffee, the one she couldn’t function without, in a desperate attempt to gain a grain of her attention.

I begged her to talk to me, to give me a chance to explain, but she didn’t even spare me a glance. I was left wondering why she had left her old job and was now working nights at a hotel, a place that seemed so out of character for her.

Concerned for her safety, I followed her, keeping a discreet distance, and waited contentedly on a bench at the park nearby until I made sure she was home safe. It was a small act of penance, a way to ensure her well–being, even if she refused to acknowledge my presence As I watched her disappear into the night, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing.

Seeing her was the sole sanity in the raging waves of my existence, a radiant lamp that illuminated the darkness, reminding me that even amidst the wreckage for. Her presence was soothing my battered soul, an angelte remembrance, that she was still here and I could dig a tunnel to make amends, to slowly stitch together the fragments of trust I had shattered.

Every glimpse of her was a gift, a painful jab, but also a testament to the love that still lingered, a flame that flickered with the promise of redemption. In her eyes, I saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to rewrite the narrative of my mistakes, to prove myself worthy of forgiveness.

My heart yearned to envelop her in a tender embrace, to whisper apologies in her ear, to beg for forgiveness on bended knees, and to surrender myself to a lifetime of devotion of slavery.

I longed to erase the anguish I had caused, to revive the trust I had shattered, and to rekindle the love we once shared. But I knew my Karissa, and I knew the depths of her scars. The wounds of her father’s betrayal still lingered, a painful fragility of love and the devastating consequences of deceit. And yet, she had chosen to trust me, to believe in me, to love me. I had been her sanctuary, her safe haven, and I had destroyed it.

I had been dragging myself to work like a parched zombie. My coworkers recoiled at the sight of me, Every meal was a chore, forcing down food that tasted like cardboard, and sleep cluded me unless I’d exhausted myself, which was their faces etched with horror. tare, as my energy had dwindled to almost nothing. The warning from my boss still echoed in my mind “You lose focus you lose this job Keith‘

“That’s enough, Keith! You can’t wallow in self–pity like a bereaved widow forever,” my sister Margaret spat, her voice demanding as she grasped my arm, yanking me up from the depths of my bed, where shadows lingered like specters of our shattered dreams

Margaret yanked me before the large mirror in my room, and my mind was instantly flooded with memories of Karissa’s radiant smile, her eyes sparkling as she snapped mirror selfies in my arms, her face nestled against mine.

Every trivial detail now taunted me, a thorn filled reminder of our life together. The way she reveled in hot showers, her distaste for lukewarm water, her joy in sitting by the winter fire, feeling the gentle breeze on her skin, the soft sand between her toes on the beach

Even mundane things, like her love for hot, spicy food, our collaborative furniture shopping, and her enthusiasm for exploring new restaurants and strolling around the city, now only poured the remorse. I recalled how she’d dress me, her impeccable style transforming me, and the way she gazed alme, as if I were the only man in her universe. The mirror reflected a stranger, a hollow shell of the man I once was, now forever lost without her.

“Look at yourself, Keith, you’re a mess,” my sister pointed out, her words tangled with concern and disgust, as she forced me to confront the stranger staring back at me from the mirror.

My reflection revealed a gaunt, haunted face, with sunken eyes that seemed to hold a thousand unshed tears, and a pale complexion Chapter3

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