Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 I Will Keep Surviving

SOPHIA’S POV

I looked at Declan standing in my way. His expression was filled with anger.

My wolf was on high alert. She could sense the dangerous energy radiating from him.

“What. Did. You. Say. To. Dahlia” he asked through gritted teeth.

"I don’t control anyone’s life, Declan," I said calmly "Not Dahlia’s. Not yours. Not even my own, most days. Now please move."

His eyes flashed gold. That meant his wolf was pushing at the surface. "You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Coming in here with your medical degree and your holier-than-thou attitude, turning my sister against our mother-"

"I didn’t turn anyone against anyone. Dahlia made her own choices." I moved to step around him. "Just like I’m making mine right now by leaving."

I was almost past him when I felt it. He set his foot out and into my path.

I tried to avoid it, but I was too close, moving too fast. My shoe caught on his foot, and suddenly I was falling.

The world tilted. I reached out, trying to catch myself, but there was nothing to grab. I fell down the stairs.

I landed hard on my right side. I winced in pain as my arm scraped against the stone path. Pain exploded through my forearm.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel the burning pain spreading from my arm.

I held my injured arm against my chest, trying to breathe through the pain. My muscles seized. My wolf whimpered at the injury.

Above me, I heard Declan’s voice. "Oops. Should watch where you’re going."

I looked up through the haze of pain to see him standing at the top of the steps, looking down at me with an expression of smug satisfaction. There wasn’t a trace of remorse. He didn’t even pretend to be concerned.

There was just pure pleasure at seeing me hurt.

Behind him, Helen appeared in the doorway. For a moment, I thought she might show some basic human decency, might ask if I was alright, might scold her son for deliberately tripping someone.

But instead, she smiled.

"How clumsy of you," Helen said. Her tone was filled with false sympathy. "You really should be more careful, Sophia. These stairs can be quite dangerous."

I pushed myself up slowly, ignoring the way my arm screamed with pain. My arm was bleeding.

I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I wouldn’t let them see how much this hurt - physically or emotionally.

I stood on shaking legs and brushed the dust from my clothes with my good hand.

Declan and Helen stood watching from the doorway, waiting for me to react - to yell, to threaten, to break down.

I did none of those things.

Because I’d learned painfully, over years of this family’s casual cruelty, that arguing with people like them was useless. They would never see themselves as the villains. They would never reflect on their actions or feel genuine remorse.

The longer I stayed here, engaging with them, the more opportunities they’d have to humiliate me further.

So I simply turned and walked toward my car. Each step I took sent waves of pain through my injured arm.

Behind me, I heard Helen’s laugh. "Well. She’s learned some dignity at least."

I didn’t look back. I didn’t give them the reaction they wanted.

I got in my car, closed the door, and only then allowed myself to look at my arm.

The scrape was bad. It was deep enough to bleed steadily, wide enough to need proper cleaning and bandaging. Bits of gravel and dirt were in the wound. The skin around it was already starting to swell and bruise.

I’d need to have it treated properly before I could start my shift.

I drove to Moonstone Memorial with one hand. I kept the other hand carefully against my chest to minimize movement. Every bump in the road sent waves of pain through my arm.

At the hospital, I went straight to the infirmary.

The on-duty doctor took one look at my arm and whistled "That’s a nasty scrape. What happened?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"I fell," I said simply. "Down some stairs."

It wasn’t technically a lie. I had fallen down stairs. The fact that I’d been deliberately tripped was a detail I chose not to share.

The doctor cleaned the wound carefully, removing the gravel and debris inside. Each touch made me grit my teeth, but I stayed silent and still.

"You’re lucky it’s not deeper," he said, applying antiseptic that burned like fire. "A few centimeters to the right and you might have needed stitches. As it is, you need to keep this clean and dry. Change the bandage daily. If you see any signs of infection, come back immediately."

"I know," I said. "I’m a doctor."

"Right." He smiled "Then you know better than to fall down stairs."

I didn’t respond to that. I just watched as he wrapped my arm in clean white bandages.

"Take it easy on that arm for a few days," he advised. "No heavy lifting, minimal movement if possible."

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