Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Chapter 202 Like I Did Not Exist

SOPHIA’S POV

The moment Damien told me to tolerate Tasha, something inside me broke in a way I couldn’t fix. I stood there in the kitchen, staring at him, trying to understand how he could say those words so easily.

The porridge I had made for Ashley was still spread across the floor, slowly cooling, forgotten by everyone except me.

My chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressing against it, and my wolf stirred.

“You want me to tolerate her?” I repeated.

Damien frowned, as if he didn’t understand why I was reacting this way.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “There’s no need to make this bigger than it is.”

That was it. something snapped inside me.

That single sentence shattered whatever control I had left.

“No need?” I shrieked. “No need, Damien? She deliberately ruined the food I made for Ashley, and you’re standing here telling me it’s nothing?”

Tasha stood behind him. Her expression was still pitiful, but I could see the satisfaction hidden deep in her eyes. My wolf growled softly inside me. I felt anger spreading through my body like fire.

“You’re overreacting,” Damien said.

I laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“Of course I am,” I said bitterly. “I’m always the one overreacting, right?”

“Sophia-” he started.

“No,” I cut him off sharply. “Don’t say my name like that.”

The room felt tense. My hands trembled slightly, and before I realized what I was doing, I reached for the spoon on the counter beside me.

“You never listen,” I said. “You never once stop and think about what I’m going through.”

“That’s not true,” he replied.

“It is. It’s always been true.”

The anger inside me rose again. It was fueled by years of silence, years of being overlooked, pushed aside, ignored. My wolf pushed forward, making my emotions even harder to control.

“And today just proves it,” I continued. “Even when it’s about Ashley, you still choose someone else.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” he said 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

“Then what are you doing?” I demanded.

He didn’t answer immediately. That silence was all I needed.

Before I could stop myself, I lifted the spoon in my hand and swung it toward him. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t controlled. It was pure emotion.

The metal hit his forehead hard.

Everything froze.

Damien staggered back slightly. His hand moved to his forehead. A small cut had already formed. A thin line of blood appeared where the spoon had struck him.

I stood there, breathing heavily, staring at what I had just done.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Tasha gasped dramatically, stepping back.

“You hit him!” she said. Her voice was filled with fake shock.

Damien looked at me. His expression turned dark. His eyes were filled with something I couldn’t fully read.

But I didn’t apologize. I couldn’t.

“Good,” I said quietly. “Now maybe you’ll finally feel something.”

He glared at me “Sophia, you’ve gone too far,”

I shook my head slowly. “No. I just finally stopped holding back.”

The room felt suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. I couldn’t stay there anymore.

“There’s nothing left between us,” I said.

Damien’s expression shifted slightly.

“Nothing,” I repeated. “Except Ashley.”

Those words felt final, like a line I had finally drawn.

I turned without waiting for a response and walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back.

Outside, the air felt colder but it helped clear my head just a little. My wolf was still restless, still agitated, but there was also something else now. I felt a sense of distance.

I got into my car and drove away without thinking too much. I didn’t go back to make another porridge. I didn’t have the strength to face that kitchen again.

Instead, I stopped at a small shop along the way and bought ready-made fish porridge. It wasn’t what I wanted to give Ashley, but it was all I could manage.

As I drove to the hospital, my chest felt heavy again.

I didn’t know what I was walking into.

When I entered the ward, Ashley was already awake, sitting up in bed. She looked much better than before, though she still seemed weak.

I felt so relieved.

“Ashley,” I called softly, walking toward her.

She looked at me. Her expression changed a bit.

“I brought you porridge,” I said, holding up the container.

Her eyes moved to it, then back to me.

“I don’t want that,” she said.

I paused.

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