Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165 An Unwanted Presence

SOPHIA’S POV

Zade looked at me with those intense eyes of his. His eyes were completely dark now, meaning his wolf had partly taken over.

My heart rate increased under his intense gaze. If I was being honest, I hated how much his presence affected me.

"He grabbed you." His voice was low as e spoke "I saw it through the window. He grabbed your injured arm and he held it."

His eyes dropped briefly to where I was still holding my right arm close to my body, then came back to my face. "He had no right to do that."

"Zade-"

How did he even see all this? What was he doing in Damien’s house?

"He had no right." He said through gritted teeth.

I looked at him directly. "It’s between me and Damien. It always has been." I kept my voice even. "It doesn’t involve you."

"You’re holding your arm like it’s-"

"Zade." I said his name with enough weight to stop him. "Step aside. Please."

Something moved through his expression. I could see the frustration inside his eyes, and also something that looked almost like helplessness. He looked at me for a long moment, like he was reading my face.

Then he stepped aside.

I could tell it took a lot of self restraint for him to leave me alone. Still, I was glad he did. I couldn’t deal with any more drama right now.

As soon as he moved, I walked past him to my car without looking back.

I pulled out of Stone Manor’s driveway and onto the road.

I didn’t have to check my mirror to know that he was behind me.

-

Sky Manor was quiet when I got home.

The downstairs lights were off, which meant Klara had finally gone to bed or tried to. I went upstairs, pushing her bedroom door open gently, expecting to find her asleep. She was, but barely. She was curled on her side with the lamp still on beside her.

She had waited up again. It was obvious. She always waited up, and exhaustion always won eventually. Then, she’d fall asleep with the light on.

The thought of it made me smile.

I moved into the room quietly, pulled the blanket up over her shoulder, and switched the lamp off. In the dark, her face was peaceful and young. I stood there for a moment just looking at her.

You are so good, I thought. I don’t tell you that enough.

I leaned down to press a kiss to her hair then I slipped back out.

In my own room, I washed up slowly and carefully, working around the bandage, keeping the wound dry the way I was supposed to.

My arm was tender and deep-sore from Damien’s grip. The muscles underneath it still ached. When I was done, I changed into something comfortable, turned off the main light, and laid down.

The ceiling was dark. The house was quiet.

For approximately forty seconds, I thought I might actually sleep.

Then my phone rang.

The sound cut through the silence, making it flinch. I reached for it immediately, thinking it was a late-night emergency call from the hospital.

But the number on the screen wasn’t the hospital.

It was Bianca.

I answered before the second ring finished. "Bianca-"

"He’s outside." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She sounded scared. Bianca never sounded scared. "Marcel. He’s outside my building right now. He has flowers. He’s been standing there for twenty minutes and he won’t leave, Sophia. He keeps calling my name. My neighbors can hear him."

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