Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 She Has An Allergy

SOPHIA’S POV

Dinner at my parents’ house always smelled like home.

My father sat at the head of the table with my mother beside him. My brother, Marco, and his wife, Patricia, were there too. She had their daughter, Klara bouncing excitedly on her lap.

I hadn’t been surrounded by this much warmth in years. It felt almost too good.

The laughter around the table made me smile.

We ate slowly, talking over each other like we always did.

My wolf lay curled peacefully inside me, something she’d never been able to do at the pack house or even at Damien’s private villa.

Here, she didn’t have to brace for Damien’s alpha aura or Helen’s harsh voice. Here, she could breathe.

Halfway through the meal, while sipping hot broth, I realized I couldn’t hold it in anymore. They deserved to know the truth. And I needed to say it out loud, to finally claim my freedom.

I set my spoon down. "I have something to tell you."

Every head lifted. My father’s brows furrowed.

"Sophia? You’re pale. Did something happen?"

I inhaled deeply. "I’m divorcing Damien."

Forks froze mid-air. Even the old wall clock seemed to stop ticking. Everyone was silent. They stared at me in shock for a while.

Patricia blinked hard. "Wait, what? You’re serious?"

Marco leaned forward. "You’re leaving the Royal family? For real?"

My mother covered her mouth with her hand. "Sophia..."

I nodded. "Yes. I can’t do it anymore. The insults, the pressure, the expectations... they don’t see me. They never did. And I’m giving up custody of Ashley"

My father’s chair scraped loudly as he stood. "You’re giving up custody?"

His voice wasn’t angry, just shocked.

I looked down at my hands. "Ashley doesn’t want me. She’s made that clear for a long time. And they’ll never allow me to raise her outside the estate. She’ll be happier with them."

The silence that followed felt heavy, but not suffocating. It was just full of disbelief.

Then Patricia exhaled loudly and slapped her hand on the table. "Finally!"

I looked at her in shock. "Huh?"

She grinned. "Sophia, we’ve all been waiting for the day you’d come to your senses. That family drained you dry! You used to glow, now you look like an old soul stuck in a twenty-something-year-old’s body."

She nudged Marco. "Tell her."

Marco raised his cup. "Honestly? I thought you’d keep suffering forever. I’m glad you’re done."

My mother blinked tears away but she smiled. "Sweetheart, we just want you happy. If this is your choice, we stand with you."

My father nodded slowly. "You were never meant to be a servant, Sophia. Not even to an Alpha."

And just like that, the heaviness I’d been carrying cracked open. Laughter followed. They cheered me up with their words. They even made jokes about how I should find a nice local wolf, maybe even someone who actually used the word please.

Klara wrapped her tiny arms around my shoulders and shouted, "Auntie is free!"

I couldn’t stop laughing. For the first time in years, my heart felt light. My wolf even wagged her tail.

Just as I reached for another piece of grilled fish, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, expecting maybe Laurel to be the one calling but the caller ID froze my blood.

Damien.

A chill slid down my spine. He never called me unless something was wrong. My wolf lifted her head instantly.

I stepped away from the table and answered.

"Hello?"

His voice came harshly. "Where the hell are you?"

I frowned. "Why? What happened?"

"It’s Ashley." His breathing was uneven, frantic in a way I’d never heard from him since Ashley was a baby. "She ate mango at the mall. She’s in the hospital. Allergic reaction."

My heart raced "What? She’s allergic to that. How severe?"

"She couldn’t breathe," he snapped. "Get to the hospital. Now."

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