Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 I Stopped Caring A Long Time Ago

SOPHIA’S POV

I got out of the car, walked to the front door and knocked.

Amaya answered quickly. She looked at me with a shocked expression.

She bowed her head "Miss Sophia. Please come in. Sir. George is in the sitting room. He asked me to bring you straight to him when you arrived."

"Thank you, Amaya." I stepped inside.

The hallway was quiet. But I could still feel the tension in the house. My wolf felt it immediately.

I followed Amaya toward the sitting room. I felt my mind turning over one last time the question I hadn’t been able to stop asking since George’s call.

What am I doing here?

And the only honest answer I had: I don’t entirely know. But I came anyway.

When I got to the sitting room, I froze.

The smell came first. I caught the scent of cigarette smoke.

Then I saw the state of it.

Everywhere was destroyed. Two cups lay shattered near the fireplace. A small side table was knocked at an angle. Tea had spread across the ru. The curtains on the far window were half-pulled from their rail, one end hanging loose.

Damien sat on the sofa in the middle of it all.

He had a cigarette between his finger. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him. His jacket was gone. His shirt was open at the collar. His jaw was set so hard I could see the muscle working in his cheek from across the room, and his wolf energy felt was raw and agitated.

I had seen Damien angry many times. This was different. This was the kind of anger that came from something deeper than a disagreement.

George sat beside him, speaking in a low voice that Damien was clearly not hearing. The old man’s face was filled with worry.

And in the far corner, standing very still against the wall, was Tiffany.

She was pale. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her make up was ruined. She had her arms wrapped around herself.

She saw me first. Her red eyes widened a bit.

Then George looked up, and his entire face changed. He looked relieved.

He stood up instantly.

"Sophia." He reached out and took both my hands in his, squeezing them. He looked so tired. "You came. Thank you. Thank you, my dear."

"Of course," I said quietly.

Damien looked up.

His eyes found mine across the room, and something moved through them that I couldn’t read immediately. His jaw tightened further. He took a long, slow drag from the cigarette and said nothing.

George led me further inside toward the sofa. "Please, Sophia. Just talk to him. Tell him to stop this, to sit down with Tiffany and speak properly instead of-" He gestured at the broken cups, the state of the room. "He won’t hear me. He won’t hear anyone. But you-"

"I’ll try," I said. Because I had promised I would, and I kept my promises.

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