Piss Off, Alpha! You Chapter 105 Thoughtful People

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Thoughtful People

SOPHIA’S POV

After Ashley finally fell back asleep, I sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair staring at my phone. Will’s words kept echoing in my head.

“His afternoon cleared up”

If Damien’s etings were canceled, where had he been all afternoon? Why lie about being too busy to pick up Ashley?

My wolf stirred uneasily, already knowing the answer but not wanting to admit it.

I pulled up my social dia apps, sothing I rarely did anymore. It was too painful to see other people’s perfect lives, their happy families, their loving marriages. But tonight, I needed to know.

I navigated to Tiffany’s profile. She posted constantly - glamorous photos, inspirational quotes, behind-the-scenes glimpses of her performances. Her life looked like sothing out of a magazine.

I scrolled through her recent posts then I found it.

It was a photo posted at 4:47 PM today. Tiffany sitting in what looked like a hotel room or upscale apartnt, holding a massive bouquet of white roses. The caption read: When soone special rembers you’re feeling hosick. Blessed to have such thoughtful people in my life.

My hands started shaking. I zood in on the photo. There was a fruit basket behind the roses. These were expensive imported fruits - the kind Damien always bought for important people.

I scrolled to the next photo. It was a close-up of the roses with a card visible. I couldn’t read all the words, but I could make out the signature: - D

D for Damien.

While I was scrambling to find soone to pick up our daughter, while Ashley was crying at the kindergarten thinking nobody wanted her, Damien had been buying flowers and fruit for his mistress. He’d lied about having important etings so he could visit Tiffany in her hotown and play the devoted boyfriend.

My wolf howled with rage and pain. The mate bond pulled in my chest, confused by the betrayal, trying to make excuses for our mate’s behavior. But I was done making excuses.

I stared at that photo for a long ti, burning every detail into my mory. I morized the way Tiffany’s face glowed with happiness, the way she held those flowers like they were the most precious thing in the world, the casual way she’d posted about it, not even trying to hide who they were from.

Because why would she hide? Everyone knew. The whole pack knew that Damien Stone preferred his mistress over his wife.

My phone buzzed with an incoming video call. Damien’s na flashed on the screen.

I stared at it for three rings before answering. When his face appeared on the screen, I felt nothing. There was no flutter of attraction, no pull of the mate bond, no hope that things could be different.

Just cold anger.

"How’s Ashley?" he asked imdiately. He was in what looked like his office.

"Fine," I said coldly. "They’re keeping her overnight for observation"

"That’s good. I was worried-"

"She’s fine. The nurse is monitoring her vitals. You don’t need to worry."

"Sophia-”

I hung up before he could finish his sentence. I didn’t want to hear anything else.

I turned off my phone completely and set it face-down on the side table. Then I curled up on the uncomfortable hospital sofa, pulling the thin blanket around myself, and closed my eyes.

Sleep ca eventually, though it was restless and filled with dark dreams.

In my dream, I was running through a forest. My wolf form struggled to keep up with sothing just ahead of . Every ti I got close, it slipped away again, always just out of reach. I could sll cedar and rain - Damien’s scent. The scent was mixed with vanilla that wasn’t mine.

Then the dream shifted. I was in Stone Villa, but all my things were gone. Every photo, every piece of clothing, every trace that I’d ever lived there had been erased. I walked through empty rooms calling for Ashley, but she never answered.

In the dream, I started to panic, running faster, my wolf howling-

"Easy, it’s okay. I’ve got you."

Strong arms lifted , and I felt myself being carried. The scent I caught was familiar - cedar and rain and alpha power. My wolf recognized it imdiately and relaxed, even though my mind was still clouded with sleep.

I tried to wake up fully, to ask what was happening, but I was too tired.

When I finally woke, sunlight ca in through a window. It wasn’t the fluorescent lights of the hospital. This was sunlight.

I opened my eyes and my heart stopped.

I was in the master bedroom of Stone Villa. I was in the bed....the bed where Damien slept.....where he brought Tiffany.

And lying beside , still asleep, was Damien himself.

I jerked upright. My wolf was imdiately alert and confused.

What was I doing here? How did I get here? Where was Ashley?

My sudden movent must have woken Damien because his eyes opened. For a mont, we just stared at each other. Then he sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"You’re awake," he said, his voice rough with sleep.

"What-" My voice ca out hoarse. "What am I doing here? Where’s Ashley?"

"Ashley’s in her room. She’s fine. The nurse said she could co ho” Damien watched

carefully. "You fell asleep on the hospital sofa around two a.m. I ca to check on you both, and you were shivering. The hospital was freezing, so I brought you back here."

"You carried ?" The thought of being unconscious while he held

made my skin crawl. "You should have woken

up."

"I tried. You were dead asleep." He reached toward my forehead. "And you’re burning up. You have a fever."

I slapped his hand away before he could touch . "I’m fine."

"You’re not fine" Damien’s expression was concerned, but I didn’t trust it. Not anymore. "You need to rest today. Call the hospital and tell them you can’t co in."

"No." I tried to get out of bed and imdiately regretted it. The room spun, and I had to grip the edge of the mattress to steady myself.

"Sophia-"

"I said no. I have patients depending on . I can’t just not show up because of a little fever." I tried to stand, but my legs were shaky.

"A little fever? You’re sick. You need rest."

"I don’t need anything from you." I snapped.

I tried very hard not to think about how my traitorous heart had skipped a beat when he’d touched , or how my wolf had wanted to stay in his arms despite everything.

Because wanting those things would only break

more.

And I couldn’t afford to break, not yet.

Not when I still had a daughter to protect and a divorce to finalize.

Not when I was this close to finally being free.