Piss Off, Alpha! You Chapter 106 Quit My Career

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 Quit My Career

SOPHIA’S POV

I made it exactly three steps before I swayed. I grabbed for the doorfra but missed.

"Sophia!" Damien was there instantly. His hands caught

by the shoulders to steady .

"I’m fine," I said, even though I clearly wasn’t. The fever was making everything feel blurry.

"You’re not fine." He supported more of my weight. "Just let

help you-”

I tried to push him away, but my coordination was off. My hand landed on his chest for balance, and at the exact sa mont, his hand slipped from my shoulder.

His palm brushed against my breast.

We both froze.

It was barely a touch. It was over in less than a second. But the electricity that shot through

at the contact was undeniable. My wolf howled with sudden need, recognizing our mate’s touch.

I jerked back like I’d been burned. "Don’t touch !"

Damien’s face had gone bright red. "I didn’t - it was an accident-"

"You’re shaless!" I shrieked "Absolutely shaless! Your mistress’s perfu is still on your clothes and you’re- you’re-"

I couldn’t even finish the sentence. My face was burning, and not just from fever.

"I wasn’t trying to-"

"Get out!" I pointed at the door. "Just get out!"

Damien practically fled from the room.

I stood there breathing hard. My whole body trembled. My wolf was whining in confusion, wanting our mate to co back, wanting more of his touch. But my human side was angry and so, so tired of feeling anything at all for a man who’d chosen soone else.

I heard Damien’s footsteps heading down the hall, then his voice, "Ashley? Are you awake, sweetheart? How are you feeling?"

That gentle tone - the one he never used with

anymore - made my chest ache.

Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed in clean clothes I’d found in the guest room closet and heading downstairs. I could hear Damien’s voice coming from the kitchen.

"Yes, I’ve already called ahead to set it up. The masseuse will be there at two, and the nutritionist at four."

I stopped in the hallway. My wolf’s hearing picked up every word clearly.

"I know you’re stressed. Just try to relax and let them take care of you. You deserve to be pampered after everything you’ve been through."

The gentleness in his voice made sothing twist painfully in my chest.

"I miss you too," he continued. "I’ll try to co visit again this weekend. Maybe we can have that dinner you wanted."

Tiffany. He was talking to Tiffany.

I walked into the kitchen and saw him leaning against the counter.

He saw

and his expression imdiately shifted. "I have to go. Yes, I’ll call you later. Take care of yourself."

He hung up.

"Planning another visit?" I asked.

"Tiffany needed help arranging so wellness treatnts. She’s been stressed."

"Of course. Can’t have her stressed." I rolled my eyes as I moved to the coffee maker, rolling my eyes. "Ashley gets stressed to the point of physical illness and that’s just Tuesday but Tiffany needs a massage and nutritionist imdiately."

"Sophia-”

I poured coffee then turned to face him. "Speaking of Ashley, when you bring her ho from the hospital, she needs to follow a strict diet for the next few days. The doctor gave

a list."

"Fine. I’ll tell Franca-"

"And she needs to be in bed by eight p.m." I pulled out my phone and brought up my notes. "Her sleep schedule has been terrible lately, and lack of rest makes the stomach issues worse."

"Tiffany has been helping keep Ashley occupied in the evenings-"

"By letting her stay up until eleven on school nights? By feeding her candy and chips when she knows Ashley has digestive problems?. That’s not helping."

"Tiffany cares about Ashley-”

"I don’t care what Tiffany does or doesn’t do. I care about our daughter’s health. Ashley needs a good routine, and proper nutrition, not late nights and junk food."

"She likes spending ti with Tiffany-"

"Because Tiffany doesn’t set any boundaries! She’s the fun one who lets Ashley do whatever she wants while I’m the bad guy who enforces rules. But I’m her mother, and I actually care about her wellbeing more than being liked."

Damien’s eyes flashed gold. "You think I don’t care about Ashley’s wellbeing?"

"I think you care more about keeping Tiffany happy than keeping Ashley healthy."

"That’s ridiculous-"

"Is it?”

Damien crossed his arms. "Maybe if you were around more, you could enforce these rules yourself. But you’re always at the hospital”

"Don’t you dare." I walked closer to him "Don’t you dare bla

for working to support this family while you pay more attention to your mistress than your daughter."

"I’m not suggesting bla. I’m suggesting a solution." Damien’s voice was hard now. "Quit your job. Stay ho full-ti and take care of Ashley properly."

I stared at him in disbelief "Excuse ?"

"You heard . If you’re so concerned about Ashley’s schedule and diet and wellbeing, then stay ho and manage it yourself instead of expecting everyone else to read your mind about what she needs."

"You want

to quit my career? Stay ho like a 1950s housewife while you - what, continue your affair openly? Visit Tiffany whenever you want while I sit at ho raising our daughter alone?"

"I’m trying to find a solution that works for everyone-”

"No, you’re trying to find a solution that keeps

out of your way so you can pursue your relationship with Tiffany guilt-free." I laughed bitterly

"That’s not what I said-"

"It’s what you ant!" I was shouting now.

"Mr. Stone! Mrs. Stone!" Franca burst into the kitchen. Her face was filled with panic. "Ashley is crying! She says her stomach hurts again!"

All the fight went out of

instantly. I was running before Franca finished speaking. Damien was right behind .

Ashley’s room door was open. I could hear her crying before I even reached it.

"Baby!" I rushed to her bedside. "What hurts? Where?"

"My tummy," Ashley sobbed, clutching her stomach.

I reached for her, but she pushed my hands away violently.

"No! Don’t touch !" Her face was twisted with pain and sothing else - anger? Resentnt? "I want Tiffany!"

The words froze

in place. What?

"Ashley, sweetheart-" Damien moved to her other side.

"Where’s Tiffany?" Ashley cried harder. Her body curled into a ball. "Why isn’t she here? I want Tiffany!”

My wolf howled in agony. Our pup was rejecting us, pushing us away, calling for soone else.

"Ashley, please-" I tried again to touch her but she moved away from .

"Go away! I want Tiffany!" Ashley’s sobs were getting worse. Her pain was clearly intensifying. "Mommy just makes everything worse! She yells and makes Daddy upset and I hate it!”

I stepped back like I’d been physically hit "Ashley-"

The room went silent except for Ashley’s sobs.

I stood there, frozen, unable to breathe. My daughter had just told

she wanted soone else.

And looking at her face - at the genuine pain and anger there - I realized she ant it.

This wasn’t just a tantrum. This wasn’t just the stress talking. This was how my daughter really felt about .

My wolf curled up inside . she was wounded beyond anything I’d ever felt. The mate bond pulled weakly at my chest, but I couldn’t even feel it through the agony of my child’s rejection.

This....this was the final straw.