Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 77

Chapter63

My vision blurred, and my ears rang as 1 took a step forward, my hands clenched into fists Chelsea’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down, her face still twisted in anger.

“How dare you,”

“Luttered.

“Get out!” 1 hissed at her. “Get the fuck out of my place,” I fumed, my voice barely containing the explosive anger within.

Chelsea’s face twisted in a scowl as she grabbed her sling bag, throwing it over her shoulder. “Happily,” she spat.

She stomped out of my bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed through the apartment, a harsh punctuation mark to our explosive argument.

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unresolved tension. Xaveria’s gentle touch on my arm brought me back to reality.

“Karry. I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice soft and comforting

“It’s okay, Xavi. Some people are just fucked up,” I asserted, my voice firm but weary. “We’ve tried everything we could with her, it’s time we stop and draw boundaries.”

Xaveria nodded softly, her eyes filled with understanding and empathy. She pulled me into a gentle hug, and I let myself lean into her warmth, finding solace in her unwavering support.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Xaveria asked, her voice laced with concern, as I nodded resolutely.

Her eyes scanned mine, searching for any hint of uncertainty, but I reinforced my resolve with a reassuring smile.

She had a business to run, and Dexter was probably waiting for her at home, eager to reunite after his week–long work trip. Besides, I wasn’t a fragile child; I could take care of myself. With a final squeeze of my hand, Xaverla relinquished her grip, her expression softening into acceptance.

“I am completely fine, Xavi, go,” I assured her with a smile, its corners slightly trembling as I struggled to conceal the lingering hurt. I nudged her gently. Xaveria’s gaze lingered, her eyes searching for any cracks in my facade, but I stood firm, my shoulders squared and my voice steady.

“One last question, are you happy? With the baby?” She asked, keeping her voice low as if walls had ears, also hesitant to disturb the tragile equilibrium. I nodded slightly, a gentle, almost imperceptible movement, but enough to convey the truth.

A soft, warm smile spread across my face, and for an instant, the turmoil and heartache receded, replaced by a quiet sense of purpose and joy. My hand instinctively drifted to my belly, cradling the gentle curve, as a surge of love and protectiveness washed over me Xaveria’s eyes locked onto the gesture, and her expression softened, a silent understanding passing between us.

“Kind of,” I admitted dreamily, “I mean, everything else is quite all over the place, but I could never not be happy about it.”

A tremulous smile spread across my face as I spoke, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. I cradled my flat stomach, my hands tenderly enveloping the promise of new life within

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