Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164 The Cage

SOPHIA’S POV

The sitting room felt like a cage.

I sat on the far end of the sofa. I badly wanted to leave.

George sat between us. He kept glancing from Damien to Tiffany, then back again.

"Talk," he said again. "Both of you. You’re wolves, not pups. Use your words."

Nobody spoke.

Damien sat on the opposite end of the sofa from me. Tiffany stood near the fireplace, still wiping the corners of her eyes with the sleeve of her soft pink sweater.

I stared at the carpet. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. My wolf whimpered softly inside me. She was just as uncomfortable as I was. She hadn’t made a sound in hours.

George looked between Tiffany and Damien, hoping one of them would speak up.

I fought the urge to groan.

“Just apologize already” I thought “So, I can be on my way” 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Tiffany broke first.

"I don’t want to fight," she said softly. "I just want us to be okay. I hate it when things are tense between us.”

Damien didn’t look up right away.

"You’re not the reason," he said. His voice was rough. "It’s not you."

"Then what is it?" she asked.

silence.

"Pressure," he said finally. "Work, the pack, things I haven’t been handling well." He lifted his head and looked at her then, "And I’ve been short with you because of things that have nothing to do with you. That’s not fair."

Tiffany’s breath caught. "Damien-"

"I’m sorry," he said.

George sighed and sat back in his chair. Tiffany and Damien hugged each other tightly.

"There," he said. "That’s better. That’s all it needed."

I said nothing.

I had spent four years trying to fit with Damien Stone.

I had pressed myself into every shape I could think of. I had made myself smaller when he needed space and larger when he needed a wall. I had learned his coffee order and his sleep schedule.

Watching him hold Tiffany, I understood something: he had never been learning me back.

"Sophia." George’s voice cut through my thoughts. I looked at him.

"Thank you," he said, and he meant it "For coming”

I forced a smile smile. "I didn’t do much."

"You stayed," he said. "That was enough."

I stood up. My injured arm was a bit painful - the same arm Damien had grabbed less than an hour ago. I kept my right hand close to my body as I reached down for my bag with my left.

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