Piss Off, Alpha! You Chapter 28 I Don-t Want You As My Mom Anymore

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 I Don-t Want You As My Mom Anymore

SOPHIA’S POV

I pulled Ashley into the upstairs bedroom and closed the door firmly behind us. The sound echoed louder than I expected.

My heart was already pounding. My wolf was restless under my skin. It was funny how it sensed danger where I should feel safety.

Ashley pulled her arm free and spun around. Her face twisted with rage.

“I hate this house!” she scread. “I hate being here! I don’t want to stay!”

Her voice was loud enough that I knew everyone downstairs could hear. Sha burned my chest, but I swallowed it down. I forced my tone to stay calm even as my wolf growled inside . She was wounded and hurt by Ashley’s behavior as well.

I took in a deep breath. I had no idea how to deal with Ashley’s tantrums but I decided to handle it like an adult.

“Lower your voice,” I said carefully. “Sit down.”

“No!” She began pacing the room, her small feet stomping hard against the floor. “You embarrassed

downstairs! Everyone was staring because of you!”

“Ashley, stop,” I said. “Look at .”

She stopped suddenly and glared at . Her eyes were cold in a way that made my breath catch.

“I don’t want you as my mom anymore,” she scread. “I don’t recognize you!”

My wolf went completely still.

“What did you say?” My voice was so weak. It was barely holding together. “Ashley, what do you an?”

She crossed her arms tightly. “Tiffany understands

better than you ever will.”

My chest hurt. Physically hurt.

“I am your mother,” I said. “I carried you. I raised you. I love you.”

“Tiffany is better,” she shot back without hesitation. “She’s prettier. She’s kinder. She’s richer. She never disappoints

like you do.”

Every comparison hurt

even deeper.

“Who taught you to talk like this?” I asked. “Who told you these things?”

“Nobody taught

unlike you.” she shouted. “You always tell

what to do! You’re embarrassing!”

My chest tightened. “I am not embarrassing you. I’m your mother.”

She spun toward . Her eyes burned with so much hatred that I flinched. “I said I don’t want you as my mom anymore, so stop saying you’re my mom!”

“Ashley, you don’t an that.”

“Yes, I do!” she scread. “You’re weak! Everyone laughs at you!”

My heart sank.

“But no one laughs at Tiffany. And Tiffany,” Ashley sniffed then continued loudly, “she understands . She listens. She buys

things. She doesn’t cry all the ti like you.”

“I don’t cry all the ti.”

“Yes, you do!” she yelled. “It makes you ugly. Tiffany is prettier than you. She slls better than you. She wears nice clothes. Everyone likes her.”

Each word felt like claws digging into my chest.

“She’s way better,” Ashley went on. “She’s kinder. She never disappoints . You always do.”

“I have always been here for you.”

“No, you haven’t!”

“But I have.” I said desperately. “I love you.”

Ashley scoffed the folded her little arms. “I don’t love you.”

I stumbled back, dazed. First she didn’t want

as her mother, second she preferred Tiffany to , third she didn’t love .

I didn’t know which one hurt more.

My voice cracked. “Ashley. Words hurt. You can’t speak like this.”

She clapped her hands over her ears. “I don’t care! Stop talking!”

Then she scread louder. My wolf whimpered. She felt overwheld by the pain pouring off both of us.

My strength left

all at once and I sank onto the edge of the bed.

At first, tears fell down my cheeks and I cried silently. The room went quiet. After a long mont, I felt her eyes on .

“Can we go ho?” She asked.

I wiped my face. I didn’t argue. I didn’t explain. I just nodded.

“Yes,” I said. “We’ll go.”

We left Sky Manor without speaking to anyone. The drive was silent and heavy. I focused on the road, forcing myself not to cry again.

When we reached Damien’s villa, Ashley opened the door and ran inside. Her voice echoed imdiately. “Tiffany! Can I bathe with your perfu today?”

I stepped inside slowly and froze.

Damien and Tiffany stood together in matching pajamas, looking so close....so intimate and so happy.

My eyes caught on a clear lipstick mark on Damien’s neck. Tiffany’s lipstick. Sothing inside

collapsed completely.

Ashley ran straight to Tiffany and hugged her.

“Of course you can use my perfus and scented wash,” Tiffany said sweetly, stroking her hair.

I stood there. Damien noticed my stare but said nothing. That was it.

I straightened my back and lifted my chin.

My voice was calm when I spoke, even though I was in pain.

“Damien,” I said, “I want a divorce.”