Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 The Ending

SOPHIA’S POV

I went straight to Damien’s villa after my shift ended.

Franca opened the door before I even knocked. As soon as she saw me, her face broke into a wide, warm smile. "Luna Sophia! Come in, come in. Are you hungry? Let me make something."

"I’m fine, Franca. Thank you." I stepped inside and looked around the familiar hallway. Everything was exactly where it had always been. "Is he here?"

Franca’s smile faded a bit. "Alpha Damien said he’d be back soon."

I nodded and settled on the sofa to wait.

An hour passed. Another hour passed after that.

He didn’t come.

I called him. The line rang three times and then cut off - rejected. I stared at the phone in my hand in anger then set it on the cushion beside me and looked at the ceiling.

Of course.

Typical Damien. What else did I expect?

A few minutes later, his number flashed across my screen. I answered immediately.

It wasn’t Damien. It was his Beta, Will, that answered "Luna Sophia. I apologize for the inconvenience. There’s been an emergency at Stone Group. A major project has fallen through, and Alpha Damien had to attend an emergency board meeting. He asks that you reschedule the signing to tomorrow."

I let out a deep breath "The Harrington contract?"

A pause. "Yes."

Stone Group had been working on that deal for months. That was a significant loss. I understood business enough to know that when your pack’s company bled, everything else waited. Hearing this, my anger faded. I felt sorry for Damien.

I knew how important this deal was to him and the company.

"Tell him tomorrow is fine," I said. "Goodnight, Will"

I ended the call, stood, and walked out of the villa without eating a single thing.

-

The next day, Damien called me during my lunch break.

"Come outside," he said.

There was no greeting, no explanation. Just that.

I finished writing my patient notes, grabbed my coat, and walked out of the hospital to find his black car idling at the curb. I got in.

He pulled away from the hospital before I had even buckled my seatbelt.

I read every clause twice.

When I set the document down, Damien was watching me. "Any objections?"

"None."

Something shifted in his expression. I saw it in his eyes.

He studied my face, like he was searching for something. I knew Damien well enough to know what he was thinking. I could see the thought forming behind his eyes: Is this an act? Is she doing this to make me chase her?

And then I watched him realize it wasn’t.

For the first time in years, he actually looked at me. Not through me, not past me - at me. He looked at me from head to toe. I saw the way his eyes scanned every part of my body. Something moved across his face that I couldn’t name and didn’t want to.

He picked up the pen and signed.

Then he held it out to me.

I took it. My hand was steady as I added my name beneath his. The ink dried fast. That was how quickly seven years ended.

Damien leaned back in his chair, quiet for a moment. "We’ll meat at the courthouse, early tomorrow morning."

I nodded, "I’ll be there,"