Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever-Chapter 83 Ungrateful Woman

SOPHIA’S POV

Helen’s face turned an ugly shade of red. Her hands shook at her sides, and I could see the rage building in her eyes.

"You ungrateful bitch!" she spat. "After everything this family has done for you! We took you in when you were nothing, gave you a name, a home, a daughter-"

"A daughter I almost died giving birth to," I cut in "A daughter you’ve helped turn against me."

Helen’s hand flew up, and for a moment I thought she might slap me again but I didn’t flinch. I was done flinching.

"You think you can just walk away?" she hissed. "You think Damien will let you take anything from this family? I’ll make sure you leave with nothing. Nothing! You’ll be back on the streets where you belong, begging for scraps-"

"Are you finished?" I asked. My tone was flat and unbothered. My wolf was silent inside me. We were both tired of the drama.

Her mouth opened and closed, like she wasn’t expecting my reaction.

"Because I have somewhere to be," I continued, pulling my car keys from my purse. "And honestly, Helen, your threats don’t scare me anymore. Do your worst. I’m done caring what you or your precious son think of me."

I turned and walked toward my car. Behind me, I could hear Helen shouting something about ungrateful women and family loyalty, but her words faded behind me I didn’t look back, not once.

My hands shook slightly as I started the engine, but it wasn’t from fear. It was adrenaline and freedom. For the first time in years, I’d stood up to that woman without apologizing, without backing down, without swallowing my pride and my pain just to keep the peace.

I drove away from Stone Manor feeling lighter than I had in months.

Bianca and I agreed to link up somewhere earlier in the day. Luckily, I was right on time. We agreed to meet up at a nice restaurant.

The restaurant where I was meeting Bianca was across town, and the drive gave me time to calm down. My phone buzzed with what I assumed were angry messages from Helen or maybe even Damien, but I didn’t check. Whatever they had to say could wait.

Bianca had called me three days ago. Her voice was bright and hopeful in a way I hadn’t heard since before Marcel started hitting her. She’d said she wanted to celebrate something special, and stupidly, hopefully, I’d thought maybe she’d finally left him.

I should have known better.

When I walked into the restaurant, I spotted Bianca immediately. She was wearing a new dress. Her make up was flawless but I knew it was carefully applied to hide the fading bruises I knew were still there. And sitting across from her, grinning like he owned the world, was Marcel.

My stomach dropped. Even my wolf went still.

What the hell was that bastard doing here?

Bianca waved me over. Her smile was a little too bright, a little too forced. "Sophia! Over here!"

I wanted to turn around and leave. I was boiling with anger at the sight of him. My wolf was growling inside me. She badly wanted to slash him across the face with her claws and I almost let her out.

But Bianca was my friend, and she was looking at me with such desperate hope that I couldn’t do it. So I walked over and slid into the booth beside her, as far from Marcel as I could get.

"Hey," I said quietly, squeezing her hand under the table.

"Isn’t this great?" Bianca said excitedly. "I thought it would be nice if we all had dinner together. You know, bury the hatchet and everything."

I looked at Marcel. He was leaning back in his seat, looking smug and self-satisfied. There was a fresh scratch on his neck that I knew Bianca hadn’t put there.

"Sure," I said coldly. "Great."

The waiter came and took our orders. Bianca spoke nervously. She kept talking about her work and some new recipe she’d tried. Marcel barely looked at her. He kept checking his phone, smirking at messages I couldn’t see.

My body kept shaking with anger. I couldn’t help it.

“I need to use the restroom” I said after sitting there about twenty minutes. I couldn’t sit there anymore, watching Bianca try so hard to make this work, watching Marcel treat her like she was invisible.

The hallway to the restrooms was quiet. I leaned against the wall for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying to calm the anger inside me. I was there for a while, trying to calm the anger I felt and my wolf as well.

That’s when I heard his voice.

"Come on, baby, don’t be like that. Give me your number and I’ll make it worth your while."

I looked around the corner and my blood turned to ice.

Marcel was leaning against the wall. His body was angled toward a young woman in a tight red dress. His hand was on her waist, fingers playing with the fabric. She was giggling, twirling her hair, completely oblivious to the fact that this man’s girlfriend was sitting twenty feet away.

"My boyfriend wouldn’t like that," the woman said, but she was smiling, enjoying the attention.

"What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him," Marcel purred, pulling out his phone. "Come on. Let’s have just one drink. That’s all I’m asking."

The woman bit her lip, considering. Then she pulled out her own phone.

I watched as they exchanged numbers, watched as Marcel’s hand slid lower on her waist, watched as he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh and blush.

I’d seen enough.

I stepped out into the hallway. Marcel’s head snapped up, and for just a second, I saw panic flash in his eyes.

Then that smug smile returned.

"Sophia," he said smoothly, dropping his hand from the woman’s waist. "Didn’t see you there."

The woman looked between us, finally sensing something was wrong. She mumbled an excuse and hurried away.

"Does Bianca know what kind of man you really are?" I asked.

Marcel pushed off from the wall and walked toward me. "Bianca knows I’m a man with needs - needs she can’t always meet."

I felt sick. Oh goddes....

"You’re disgusting," I said.

He laughed. He actually laughed. "Says the woman whose husband parades his mistress around like a trophy. At least I’m discreet about it. Damien doesn’t even pretend to care about you anymore."

The words hit me like a slap, but I didn’t let him see it hurt.

"Stay away from Bianca," I said.

"Or what?" Marcel took another step closer. "You’ll tell her? Go ahead. She won’t believe you. She never does. She loves me too much." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He was right in front of me now. He was close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath. His eyes traveled down my body in a way that made my skin crawl.

"You know, Sophia," he said, his voice dropping low, "you’re wasted on Damien. A woman like you needs someone who appreciates her. Someone who knows how to-"

His hand reached for my waist.

I stepped back, but he followed, backing me against the wall. My heart was pounding now.

"Get away from me," I hissed.

"Come on, don’t be cold," Marcel said, leaning in. "One kiss. That’s all. Just to se-"

"The lady said no."

The voice was cold and familiar.

Marcel froze. I looked past him and my heart stopped.

Damien stood in the hallway with Simon right behind him.

What?