Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Losing Her

SOPHIA’S POV

I was so worried that I left the venue immediately. I didn’t bring my car so I needed to get a ride....fast.

I was standing outside, waiting for a taxi when Damien’s car pulled up. The window rolled down and he looked at me.

"Get in. I’m going home anyway. No point waiting for a taxi."

Tiffany sat in the passenger seat.

"Come on, Sophia. Ashley needs you," Damien said. "Don’t waste time."

He was right. Ashley was sick and waiting for me. I pushed down my pride and opened the back door. I climbed in, keeping as much distance between myself and the front seat as possible.

The drive started in silence, then Tiffany shivered. It was a small movement that was barely noticeable but Damien noticed immediately. His hand moved to the temperature controls without taking his eyes off the road.

"Better?" he asked her softly.

"Mmm. Thank you, darling." Tiffany leaned her head against his shoulder. Damien turned his head slightly and kissed her hair.

My wolf whimpered inside me.

That tenderness. That quiet care. I remembered what it felt like to be on the receiving end of it. Damien showed me care before everything died between us. Damien had been like that once, gentle with me, giving me attention and making sure I was comfortable and warm and safe.

Now that care belonged to someone else.

We reached Stone Villa in fifteen minutes. Damien parked and got out first. He came around to Tiffany’s door and helped her out. She looked up at him with adoring eyes.

I climbed out of the back seat, feeling invisible.

"Go inside. She’s in her room." Damien said.

I walked past him without another word. I walked in and moved toward Ashley’s bedroom. I was still in the red dress with all the glamorous makeup.

I knocked softly on her door. "Ashley? It’s Mommy. Can I come in?"

"Come in," came a weak voice.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Ashley was propped up in bed against a mountain of pillows. Her face was red. She looked like she had a fever. Her hair was messy and damp with sweat. There was a tissue box and a glass of water on her nightstand. She looked up at me and her eyes went wide.

She stared, just stared at me without blinking. Her mouth fell open.

"Ashley? Baby, are you okay?" I moved closer. I was worried the fever was worse than Damien had said. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Mommy?" Her voice was tiny. "Is that... is that really you?"

I realized then how different I looked. I looked like a completely different person from the tired mom she was used to seeing.

"It’s me, sweetheart. I was at an event tonight. I came as soon as Daddy told me you were sick." I sat on the edge of her bed and touched her forehead.

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