Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 That Woman Is Gone

SOPHIA’S POV

When I walked into Stone Manor, I expected the house to be dark and quiet. Instead, I found George sitting in the living room.

He looked up when he heard my footsteps.

"Sophia! There you are." He stood slowly. "I was starting to worry. Where’s Damien? I thought he went to pick you up."

My stomach twisted. Of course,

“He did get there. But he had to leave for an urgent matter. Something with work." I lied.

George’s face became filled with concern. "At this hour? What could be so urgent?"

"I’m not sure. He didn’t explain." I forced a smile. "You know how it is with alpha business, always something needing attention."

George studied me "Did you two argue?"

"No." Another lie, easier this time. "Everything’s fine."

"Sophia." George’s voice was gentle but firm. "I may be old, but I’m not blind. Something’s wrong. You can talk to me."

I wanted to. I badly wanted to tell him about the attack, about Damien carrying Tiffany to safety while never checking if I was okay, about how tired I was of being the afterthought in my own marriage.

But George was Damien’s grandfather. He loved me, yes, but his loyalty ultimately lay with his blood.

"I’m just tired," I said instead. "It was a long evening. Dahlia and I had a good talk, though. I think she’s going to be okay."

George’s expression softened. "Thank you for doing that. I know it wasn’t easy, given your history with her."

"She’s family," I said simply. "And she deserves support for her dreams."

George moved closer and patted my hand. "You’re a good woman, Sophia. Too good for this family, honestly." He paused, then said softly "I hope you and Damien can work things out, find your way back to each other."

My heart ached. "George-"

"I know the divorce papers are signed. Damien told me." George squeezed my hand. "But papers can be unsigned. Mistakes can be corrected. I still have hope that you two will realize you belong together."

I couldn’t tell him the truth that Damien and I had never really belonged together, ghat our marriage had been built on obligation and pack politics more than genuine connection.

That I was finally, painfully, accepting that truth.

"Maybe someday," I said, knowing that day would never come.

George seemed to take that as encouragement. "And when you do reconcile, perhaps you could consider... well, the pack needs heirs, strong wolves to carry on the Stone legacy. Ashley is wonderful, of course, but..."

He trailed off, but the implication was clear. He wanted me to have more children with Damien, to produce proper heirs for the pack – a son

I was too exhausted to be angry. I was too drained to explain that I would never, ever put myself through pregnancy again, not after nearly dying the first time, not for a man who didn’t love me.

"We’ll see," I said, which was as close to "absolutely not" as I could manage diplomatically. "I really should rest now. It’s been a very long day."

"Of course, of course." George patted my hand one more time. "Sleep well, my dear. And thank you again for talking to Dahlia."

I climbed the stairs to the guest room I always used when staying at Stone Manor. My body was practically moving on autopilot. All I wanted was to collapse into bed.

I changed into the pajamas I kept here and slid under the covers. I was too tired to even brush my teeth properly. My eyes closed almost immediately.

After some hours, I felt the mattress dipping beside me.

My eyes opened as arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me against a warm body that smelled of cedar and alpha power.

Damien.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to pull away.

"Holding my wife," he murmured against my hair. "Is that not allowed?"

"Your soon-to-be ex-wife." I struggled out of his embrace and sat up. "And no, it’s not allowed. Not anymore."

I grabbed my pillow and the throw blanket from the foot of the bed, moving to the sofa by the window.

I was shocked. I looked at Damien in disbelief.

What the hell did he think he was doing?

Damien sighed "Sophia, don’t be ridiculous. Come back to bed."

"I’m fine here." I arranged the pillow, pulling the blanket over myself. "You can have the bed."

"Why are you being like this?" Damien’s voice was filled frustration.

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