Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 I Want A Divorce

SOPHIA’S POV

THREE DAYS LATER

I stood before the bathroom sink, staring at three pregnancy tests.

Two lines. Two lines. Two lines.

Each one clearly displayed the same result.

Pregnant.

I was actually pregnant.

My trembling fingers picked up the first stick, then the second, then the third. I checked them over and over, hoping I was mistaken, but reality offered no escape.

How could this be? I had just resolved to leave, hadn’t even begun to make arrangements, and fate played this cruel joke.

What was I supposed to do?

This child shouldn’t exist. Not now. Not at the very moment I decided to escape.

My hand drifted to my lower abdomen. It was still flat, but I knew a new life was quietly taking root. If it was a son, I’d be forced to stay, only to die in some "unfortunate accident" after childbirth, clearing the way for Tiffany to take over.

If it was a daughter, I’d become a laughingstock once more—the failure who "produced two useless girls in a row."

Either way, this child would be my cage.

"Sophia!"

Helen’s shrill voice cut through the door.

I snapped back to the present, frantically shoving all three tests into my coat pocket. My heart hammered against my ribs, my palms were slick with cold sweat.

Bang!

The door was thrown open violently.

Helen stormed in like a hurricane, the head housekeeper and two maids trailing behind her. Her face was alight with impatience, her eyes gleaming with a sick excitement.

"Well?"

Everyone knew this was the time of the month for the test.

The housekeeper knew. The maids knew. The cook probably knew. Even the pack’s young pups likely knew.

My cycle, my ovulation, my fertile window—these intimate details were public knowledge within the pack. No one had ever considered my privacy. Not even my past self.

I took a deep breath, steadying my voice. "I—"

Before my prepared excuse could leave my lips, she shoved me aside and marched straight to the sink, snatching up the test strip I’d left there. She held it close to her eyes.

The next second—

Smack!

"Nothing again?!" She hurled the stick onto the marble floor, where it shattered into pieces.

"What good are you?!"

I watched her rage in silence.

"Do you think silence is enough? Ten years! A full decade!" Helen’s voice climbed higher, sharper. "What have you brought this family besides one useless girl? Do you know what the pack says about you?"

"No, but I’m sure you’re eager to tell me," I replied calmly.

Helen faltered, clearly taken aback by my response.

"They say you’re barren," she spat venomously. "That you’re a curse. That because of you, Damien’s authority is undermined! He should have rejected you from the start! He should have married Tiffany!"

"Then perhaps they’re right," I said, lifting my head to meet her gaze.

The air in the room froze.

"What?" Helen’s voice became a shriek.

"I said, perhaps they’re right. Perhaps I am a curse," I repeated, each word deliberate. I took two steps forward, my face shadowed. "So, it’s best you don’t provoke me. Or you’ll learn the consequences."

The two maids gasped in horror. The housekeeper’s face paled. Helen’s face flushed crimson. She pointed a trembling finger at me, speechless with rage.

"You... you..."

Ignoring her stammering, I continued, "And I know you prefer Tiffany. Damien loves her more. I’ll be leaving soon. Let her bear your heir."

"That is your duty! Not hers!" Helen roared. "The Moon Goddess matched you with Damien! It is your obligation to bear his children! You will keep bearing them until you produce a son!"

"The Moon Goddess?" I laughed, the sound dripping with bitterness. "The Moon Goddess commands me to breed but grants me no real marriage? Makes me Luna but denies me basic respect? What kind of deity is that?"

"Silence! How dare you blaspheme!"

Crack!

A sharp slap landed across my face.

Pain exploded from my cheek. My head snapped to the side, ears ringing. I could even taste blood in the corner of my mouth.

"You ungrateful wretch!" Helen’s voice shook. "It was my son who gave you the title of Luna! Who gave you status and wealth! And you dare complain!"

Slowly, I turned my head back, running my tongue over the cut on my lip.

Ten years. How many times had I been struck in these ten years? I’d lost count.

Every single time, I’d bowed my head, apologized, endured, told myself everything would be fine once I produced an heir. But not this time. I wouldn’t endure it anymore.

I raised my hand.

This time, I would fight back.

"Sophia!"

A hand shot out and clamped around my wrist, the grip so tight it hurt.

Damien stood there, having appeared out of nowhere. His Alpha presence instantly dominated the room.

Everyone bowed their heads, holding their breath.

If this were the old me, I would have done the same. But the me now no longer cared.

"Let go of me," I said coldly.

"Have you lost your mind?" Damien stared at me, his gaze icy. "Raising a hand against Mother?"

"She hit me first!" I pointed to my swollen cheek. "Are you blind?"

Damien’s eyes flickered over my face, lingering on the vivid handprint for less than a second before moving away.

"You disrespected her first," he stated flatly.

I froze.

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