Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Apologize To Her

SOPHIA’S POV

I walked to a couch and sat down.

Father went to stand near the fireplace. My mother sat in her armchair. They gave each other a look, the kind that carried a conversation they’d already had without me.

My stomach twisted. I think I already knew what this was about.

Father cleared his throat. His voice was calm but firm. It was the same tone he used when he had already made up his mind.

"Sophia," he said, "your mother and I have been patient. We really have. But enough time has passed."

I swallowed and didn’t speak.

He continued, stepping closer. "We don’t understand why you haven’t fought harder for Ashley. Not even visitation. Not even a schedule. She’s your daughter. you should fight hard for custody"

My wolf flinched at the word. "Daughter" The bond still existed but I was tired. She referred to me as "That woman" earlier tonight.

My mother looked at me.

"She’s our only granddaughter," she said softly. "She’s a kid. You have to be there for your kid."

Mother’s voice shook as she spoke.

"Sophia, do you know how hard it is to love a child you’re not allowed to see? We supported your marriage. We stood by you when things were difficult. We made sacrifices because we believed in your family."

My wolf lowered herself inside me. She felt wounded, ashamed.

"We already love Ashley," My mother continued. "So much. And we barely know her. That hurts more than I can explain."

Father sighed, rubbing his temples. "Time is slipping away, Sophia. Every year that passes, she grows further from you. One day, she’ll believe you abandoned her. That you didn’t care enough to fight."

That was when I looked up.

"I did fight," I said quietly.

Father frowned. "Then why does it look like you gave up?"

The question struck hard. My wolf growled softly. She started to get defensive, but I forced her down. I took a slow breath. "Because every time I tried, I was shut out."

They waited.

"I called," I said. "I asked. I sent messages. I showed up when I was allowed. And every single time, I was reminded that I had no power. No say."

Mother shook her head. "But she’s a child. She needs her mother."

I laughed weakly. "She doesn’t want me."

The room went still.

"What do you mean?"

I closed my eyes. The humiliation burned hotter the longer I held it in.

"Ashley doesn’t want to see me. She prefers her father’s mistress, Tiffany."

Mother gasped softly. "No," she said. "That can’t be true."

"It is," I replied. "She’s said it."

Father looked at me. "Children say hurtful things when they’re confused. That doesn’t mean they mean it."

"It does when it keeps happening," I said. "It does when your own child looks at you like you’re a stranger."

The rejection replayed in my mind - Ashley’s cold eyes, her distance, the way she always said she preferred Tiffany.

Father stepped forward. "Tiffany might be poisoning her against you. You know that, don’t you?"

I flinched.

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