Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Grandpa Birthday III

SOPHIA’S POV

Dinner was ready an hour later.

Everyone sat down around the long dining table. George sat at the head of the table. Damien sat across from us with Tiffany next to him. Helen and several other family members filled the remaining seats. Declan sat near the other end, still looking annoyed about the limited menu.

"This smells amazing, Sophia." George said with a smile. He inhaled deeply. "Just like I remember. You’re too good to us."

"It’s my pleasure." I served him first, making sure he got the best pieces. "Happy birthday, sir."

"Best birthday gift I could ask for." He smiled at me then he looked at Damien. "Some people don’t appreciate what they have until it’s gone."

Damien’s jaw tightened but he didn’t respond. Tiffany reached under the table and squeezed his hand. Everyone noticed what she did.

We started eating. George made happy sounds with each bite, clearly enjoying the food.

Declan pushed his food around his plate. He took a few bites. His expression was sour and disgusted but I ignored him. Finally, he set his fork down with more force than necessary.

"Is something wrong with your meal, Declan?" Helen asked.

"It’s just not what I was expecting." He looked at me directly. "No offense, Sophia, but this is pretty basic. You used to make incredible spreads with lots of courses and desserts. This is just... pot roast. For Grandfather’s eightieth birthday? Come on now.”

"The pot roast is delicious," George said. "And it’s exactly what I wanted."

"But it’s not about just you, is it?" Declan spoke again. "There are twenty people here. We all drove from different places. We were expecting something more... special with more effort." He pointed at the simple table setting. "This feels lazy honestly, like you couldn’t be bothered."

I squeezed the napkin on my lap, trying my best to control myself. My wolf growled low in my chest. I’d been holding back all evening, swallowing comments and letting things slide. But something about Declan’s entitled tone pushed me past my limit.

"Lazy?" I looked at him. "I worked a twelve-hour shift at the hospital today, Declan. Then I came here and cooked George’s favorite meal from scratch. And you call that lazy.”

"You used to do more-"

"I used to do more when I lived here, when I was part of this family." I snapped. "When I had a husband who appreciated what I did instead of replacing me the moment I left. Things change, Declan. My priorities have changed. If you have a problem with that, maybe you should talk to your brother about why."

The place was silent. Everyone stopped eating. Damien’s expression was unreadable, but I saw his hands clench into fists on the table.

Declan’s face flushed red. "That’s not fair. I was just saying-"

"You were being disrespectful." I didn’t let him finish. "You were implying I owe you something, that I owe this family some grand performance. I don’t owe anyone here anything except basic courtesy. Which is more than you’ve shown me tonight."

"Sophia-" Declan started again.

"ENOUGH!" George raised his voice. His cane hit the floor hard. The sound echoed through the dining room. Everyone jumped. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

George’s face was red with anger. He glared at Declan.

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