Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 This Is Not Over

SOPHIA’S POV

I stared at Zade in shock.

He wanted one night with me in exchange for helping Lance.

My wolf didn’t like the idea. She was still bound to Damien by the mate bond even though my heart had finally let him go but what choice did I have? Damien had made it clear he wouldn’t help. Simon was destroying Lance piece by piece. And I was powerless to stop it on my own.

"Just one night?" I heard myself ask.

"Just one night," Zade confirmed. His hand was still on my cheek "I’ll make some calls tonight. By morning, we’ll know exactly where Lance is and I’ll have my people ensuring he gets the best medical care money can buy - pecialists who can try to repair the damage to his hands."

"Try?" The word caught in my throat.

"I won’t lie to you, Sophia. The damage might be permanent but I know surgeons who’ve worked miracles before. If anyone can help him, it’s them." His thumb traced my cheekbone. "But I need an answer. Yes or no?"

I closed my eyes. The mate bond was screaming at me. My wolf was screaming no inside me.

I couldn’t believe Zade wanted to sleep with me in exchange for helping Lance but this was my only hope.

If I agreed, it would destroy whatever was left between Damien and me. But was there anything left to destroy? He’d made his choice. He’d chosen Simon, chosen Tiffany, chosen everyone but me.

"Yes," I whispered.

Zade smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one. It was almost sad. "Come on. I have a suite here."

He led me through the resort to a private wing. His suite was massive—bigger than my entire apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the ocean, and the bedroom was separated by French doors.

I stood in the middle of the living room. My whole body shaking. My wolf was pacing inside me. She felt confused and distressed. This felt wrong. Everything about this felt wrong.

"Sophia." Zade’s voice was gentle. He’d moved to the bar and was pouring two glasses of whiskey. "We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can just talk if you want."

"You said-"

"I said spend the night with me. I didn’t specify what that meant." He handed me a glass. "Drink. You look like you need it."

I took the drink from him and downed the whiskey in one gulp. It burned my throat but I welcomed it.

Zade watched me carefully. "Tell me something. Why are you still fighting for a marriage that’s clearly over?"

"I’m not," I said. "Not anymore. I just filed for divorce papers before I came here."

"Then why does it hurt so much?" He moved closer. "Why can I smell your pain from across the room?"

Because of the mate bond, I wanted to say. Because even though my mind knew it was over, my wolf still recognized Damien as ours. Because breaking a mate bond was like ripping out a piece of your soul.

But I didn’t say any of that. I just shook my head.

"He doesn’t deserve you," Zade said softly. He was right in front of me now. "He never did. You’re brilliant and strong and beautiful, and he treated you like you were nothing."

"You don’t know me."

"I know enough." He stared into my eyes. He raised his hand, using his thumb to touch my lower lip. "I know you’re a doctor who cares about her patients. I know you nearly died giving birth and would have done it again for a man who didn’t appreciate the sacrifice. I know you’ve spent years being treated like a breeding tool instead of a person."

Tears burned in my eyes. "Stop."

"Why? Because it hurts to hear someone actually see you?"

He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was so tired of being invisible, of being nothing, of hurting alone.

When his lips touched mine, my wolf whimpered. I kissed him back.

Zade’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. His kiss was different from Damien’s. It was softer, sweeter, like he actually cared about my response. One hand tangled in my hair while the other held his waist.

I felt myself sinking into his kiss. I was desperate for any kind of comfort, any kind of proof that someone wanted me.

He walked me backwards toward the bedroom with his mouth never leaving mine. My back hit the French doors and he reached around to push them open, guiding me inside.

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