Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 83

Chapter68

Karissa

Facing Keith right after my night shift was stressing, but I knew it was unavoidable. The uncertainty engulfing my life had become suffocating, and 1 refused to stand idly by as my future blurred into chaos. Assembling every ounce of determination, I composed myself to confront the situation with positivity, no matter how impossibly difficult everything appeared.

I’d face pain, and some days would be rougher than others, but one thing I couldn’t continue was this run–from the countless questions swirling in my mind and from Kelth, and lite. With an innocent life potentially binding us for a lifetime, I couldn’t keep dashing across the street from the reality, any longer.

Considering the severity of our discussion, a public setting felt insufficient. When Keith suggested we talk at his place, I agreed. It was a deliberate choice; inviting him to my home might have sent the wrong signal, and I wasn’t going to blur the lines between closure and reconciliation.

We drove separately, and I arrived at his place a few minutes after he did. With a resolute breath, 1 stepped out of the car, pushing aside the swirling emotions and mental anguish. This wasn’t the time for self–pity, I had a more crucial task at hand, like facing the current perplexing situation and securing a clearer future.

I trailed behind him into the house, my rumbling stomach protesting the skipped breakfast. A meal beforehand would have been wise, but it was too late now. As I kicked off my shoes, relief washed over my sore feet. A soft snort escaped my lips, frustration simmering just below my patience. Keith turned to me, his eyes clouded with concern

“Are you hungry?” Keith asked, his words tumbling out in a gentle ramble. “I mean, it’s morning, and youre hungry first thing, what I’m trying to say is, I can make something for you?” His offer was sincere, but every word grated on my nerves. Even the smallest gestures seemed amplified for some reason

“Please,” I whispered, careful to keep my tone neutral, masking the resentiment that lingered beneath. After all, I reasoned silently, this was the least he could do, considering I was entangled in this messy webs of irritating reality because of him.

I appreciated Keith’s kindness and consideration, but I wasn’t about to be swayed by simple gestures. I wouldn’t be that lovesick fool, blindly swooning over the bare minimum, especially not after everything I had been through

Ten minutes later, Keith reappeared with a tray full of milk, cornflakes, a strawberry milkshake, and two fluffy pancakes. His effortless efficiency in the kitchen still amazed me, a skill that once captivated my heart but now simply earned my genuine gratitude.

As I savored each bite, Keith’s gaze lingered on me, his eyes attentive and searching. My heart began to hammer wildly, sparking a doubtful flutter in my belly. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he somehow sensed the unspoken news I carried, that he knew more than

he let on

Once I’d finished eating some of it, Keith carefully lifted the tray and set it aside, his movements deliberate. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he steeled himself to speak. The air thickened with anticipation, and I felt my defenses instinctively rise.

Keith’s eyes locked onto mine, “Are you pregnant, Karissa?” The directness of his question hit me like a blow, despite my suspicion that he already knew. Chelsea’s loose lips had likely spilled the secret, especially after our explosive argument when she stormed out. “Yes,” I replied, my answer brief and sincere.

Keith’s face transformed in rapid succession shock melted into compassion, and then griet and guilt etched deep lines on his features. His eyes, filled with regret, locked onto mine, searching for something.

Keith’s words tumbled out in disjointed confusion. “But how… I mean, I thought we didn’t… How far along are you?” His brow furrowed, as if struggling to reconcile his memories with this unexpected revelation.

I believe it happened that night we celebrated Byron and Ophelia’s engagement,” I began, hesitant. “You and Roman were both completely drunk… We had sex, and I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…” My voice trailed off, the apology sticking in my throat as the themory took on a different hue outside the context of our former relationship.

“No don’t apologise, Karissa, I thought it was a dream,” Keith said, his words tumbling out in rellet. “We agreed to wait until the wedding, and I just wanted to clarify… I had no idea it was real.” His lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, wonder Clup58

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dancing in his eyes as the reality sank in: that night was real, and now I was carrying his child.

My heart fluttered, but not for unexpected reasons, like The man I loved and was to marry stood before me, saying words that once would have been my everything. Instead, I felt a rush of fear and anxiety about motherhood, and relief that the secret was finally out, Now that Keith knew, a sense of contentment washed over me.

This reality was inescapable–1 carried Keith’s child, a lifelong connection that would forever link us. Co–parenting was now our unavoidable path.

“But how did you know?” I asked, curiosity bubbling inside me, even though Chelsea’s loose lips were the likely culprit.

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