Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Saving Dahlia

SOPHIA’S POV

The Riverside Hotel was exactly what I’d expected. The place was all glass and marble and expensive lighting designed to showcase wealth.

I showed George’s invitation to the doorman, who took one look at it and let me in.

Inside, the cocktail party was in full swing. The grand ballroom glittered with chandeliers, and wolves in expensive evening wear talked with champagne flutes in hand.

Classical music played from somewhere.

I stood out immediately. While everyone else wore cocktail dresses and tuxedos, I was in my work clothes. I was dressed professionally but I was underdressed for this crowd. I could feel eyes turning toward me, scanning me from head to toe, calculating my worth.

My wolf bristled at the judgment, but I ignored them. I wasn’t here to impress these people. I was here for Dahlia.

I scanned the room, searching for Damien’s sister among the elegant wolves. It took several minutes of weaving through conversations and dodging servers with trays of champagne before I spotted her.

Dahlia sat alone in a corner of the ballroom. She’d pulled her chair up to a small table filled with appetizers. She looked unhappy as she ate.

She looked beautiful as always. Her dark hair was styled in a lovely updo. Her emerald dress was clearly designer. Her makeup was flawless.

But she also looked... lonely. She looked isolated, like she’d come to this party out of obligation.

I recognized that feeling all too well.

As I started to make my way toward her, I noticed something that made my wolf go on alert.

A man was approaching Dahlia from behind. He was short and stocky, with eyes that kept looking around the room as if checking to make sure no one was watching him. His wolf’s energy felt wrong.

He moved in a stealthy way. I caught his hand reaching out toward Dahlia’s shoulder.

Instinct took over.

I rushed forward and slapped his hand away.

"Don’t touch her," I said.

Dahlia jumped up from her chair, her eyes wide with shock. The man stumbled backward. His face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

"What the hell-" he started.

"Back off," I growled, myself between him and Dahlia. "Now."

The man’s eyes flashed gold as his wolf rose to the surface. "Who do you think you are? I was just going to-"

"I saw exactly what you were going to do." My wolf met his challenge without flinching. "And I’m telling you to leave. Before I make a scene that ruins whatever reputation you’re trying to maintain here."

Dahlia narrowed her eyes at me. "I’m fine."

"Are you?" I studied her carefully. "Because you don’t look fine. You look miserable."

"Thanks," Dahlia said sarcastically. "That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear."

"I don’t mean your appearance. You look beautiful. I mean..." I gestured around us. "You’re at a party full of people, and you’re sitting alone in a corner. That doesn’t seem fine to me."

Dahlia’s jaw tightened. For a moment, I thought she might tell me to leave.

Before I could say something, the creepy man from earlier reappeared at the edge of my vision. He was standing near the bar, watching us with an expression that made my skin crawl.

"Let’s talk outside," I said, catching Dahlia’s arm. "That man is still watching you, and I don’t trust him not to try something again."

Dahlia followed my gaze and went pale. "You’re right. Let’s go."

We made our way through the crowd toward the back of the ballroom. French doors led out to a terrace and garden area that was empty.

I turned to her.

Now, it was time to talk.