Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 70

Chapter 56

Keith

As my boss delved into the details of our Orlando project, his voice became a distant hum, a mere background noise eclipsed by the chaos spreading in my mind.

“Keith, are you all ears?” My boss’s voice cut through the haze, but my attention remained anchored to the text Taylor had sent me, its words seared into my mind, fighting its way forward the front topping everything else,

“Yeah, I am.” I nodded at him. I had dismissed Taylor’s claim as an empty threat, but the seeds of doubt he’d sown germinated quickly, and I found myself entangled in a web of possibilities.

The fact that Karissa had an IUD made Rose’s supposed pregnancy a changing reality, one that gnawed at my psyche like a relentless predator. The mere idea sent a shiver coursing through my veins.

The prospect of Karissa discovering the truth sent a chill down my spine. Hadn’t I already ravaged her life sufficiently with my selfish indulgences? The thought of further devastation was suffocating. And if Rose’s pregnancy was indeed a reality, I’d be confronted with the grotesque consequences of my actions. I had callously exploited her naivety and vulnerability, withholding the truth about Karissa while transforming her into the unwitting mistress.

“Keith!” My boss’s voice thundered, a stern rebuke that shattered the fog of my self–reproach, his tone an unyielding demand for my attention, a jarring reminder of the present moment.

“Are you in your right mind to do this job? My boss’s words dripped with perplexion, as he leaned in, his doubtful eyes bored into mine. I stiffened, my spine straightening under the pressure of his stare.

“Yeah, I got this,” I stammered, the words tumbling out with a conviction I didn’t feel, my voice cracking under the pressure.

My boss’s gaze narrowed, his eyes slicing through me like a scalpel, as he turned to my team, their faces etched with doubt and concern, their collective skepticism hanging in the air like a challenge. “I’m going to take you at your word,” he sighed, his acceptance sprinkled with skepticism, as he turned to dismiss everyone, the projector screen behind him going blank.

As I rose to follow the others out, my boss’s voice halted me, his tone low and even, yet laced with an undercurrent of tension.

“Keith?” I turned, my heart sinking, my mind still ensnared by the tangled threads of my thoughts about Rose. The whirlpool of my mistakes kept swirling my mind.

“I know your choices has dealt you a tough hand lately,” he said, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of empathy, “but you need to get your head back in the game, Keith. You’re on thin ice here. Focus on the job, or you’ll find yourself out of one.” His words struck into my brain like a warning bell, and I nodded, a silent acknowledgment, my mind racing to reconcile the fragments of my personal and professional life.

“And for goodness sake, tidy yourself up,” he added with exasperation, “I don’t want you looking like you just escaped from a mental ward.” He let out a deep sigh. I nodded again, mechanically, my mind still drilling with all the things coming my way, and turned to eat the conference room, my feet carrying me on autopilot to the parking lot, my thoughts a million miles away

As I stumbled into my apartment, the burden of my thoughts got heavier The gravity of my situation, the tangled mess and the unforeseen consequences all swirled together and dumped on me

My feet felt heavy, as it rooted to the spot, my chest constricted by the toxic emotions churning inside me. A wave of nausea washed over me, the acid of my own self–loathing burning my throat, leaving me teetering on the brink of collapse, my body trembling with the effort of holding back the tide of my own despair.

“Fuck” I slammed my fist against the wall, the sound echoing through the empty rooms of my conscience. How could I have been so recklessly stupid? The magnitude of my screw–up was catastrophic, and yet, I’d managed to outdo myself. I’d had unprotected sex with Rose. The potential aftermaths of my actions spiraling out of control like a runaway train

The thought, once a passionate moment of pleasure, now taunted ine. Memories that had once seemed so satisfying now gnawed at my conscience, fueling a fire that burned within me, its flames licking at my soul with every passing moment. Each time the truth of my actions hit me, the inferno raged higher, consuming me with waves of self–loathing and regret, leaving me scorched and trembling in

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