Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever-Chapter 93 Mommy I Miss You

SOPHIA’S POV

The hospital room was quiet. The only sounds came from the beep of monitors. Lance sat in the bed, looking weak.

Both his hands were wrapped in thick bandages. His face was pale. He had dark circles under his eyes from pain and lack of sleep. But when he saw me walk in, he managed a small smile.

"Sophia," he said. "I heard you flew all the way here."

I pulled a chair up to his bedside, forcing a small smile. The sight of him made my chest ache but I didn’t show it.

“Hey” I said. "How are your hands?"

"Better than expected." He lifted them slightly, wincing. "The breaks were bad, but the surgeons here say I might regain seventy to eighty percent function with extensive therapy. Maybe enough to operate again with assistance."

"That’s good," I said, feeling a bit relieved. "That’s really good."

"Yeah." He looked down at his bandaged hands. "Could’ve been worse. Simon’s guys could’ve destroyed them completely. I think they held back just enough to keep me functional but scared."

My wolf snarled at the mention of Simon’s name. I felt guilty. The guilt I felt was so strong that tears burned my eyes again. This was all my fault.

"Lance, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault-" I sobbed

"Stop." His voice was firm. "We’ve been through this. You didn’t do this to me. Simon did. He made his own choice to be a vindictive bastard."

I took a shaky breath. "Damien came to see me at the resort."

Lance’s expression went dark "Did he hurt you?"

"No. He... he wants something from you."

I explained everything - about Simon’s mother’s stroke, about the complex surgery she needed, about how Lance was apparently one of the only surgeons who could perform it successfully. I told him about Damien’s threats against my family, though I made it clear I’d refused to pressure Lance in any way.

When I finished, Lance was quiet for a long time. His wolf’s scent was filled with anger and something else - maybe sadness.

"I knew this would happen," he finally said.

I was confused "What do you mean?"

"Mrs. Stone - Simon’s mother. She came to see me about six months ago complaining of severe headaches and dizzy spells. I recommended she get immediate brain scans and possible hospitalization for observation. But Simon overruled me. He said I was being dramatic, that his mother just needed rest and stress relief."

"He ignored your medical advice?"

"Worse. He spread rumors that I was trying to scam his family by recommending unnecessary procedures. That’s part of why some people were willing to believe the fraud allegations against me." Lance chuckled bitterly "I told him then that if his mother didn’t get proper care, she’d likely have a major stroke within a year. Looks like I was right."

"So he caused this," I said quietly. "His mother is dying because he ignored your warnings."

"And now he needs me to fix his mistake." Lance shook his head. "The irony is almost funny....almost."

We sat in silence for a moment. The mate bond was pulling at me, making my wolf restless. She could feel Damien’s anxiety even from here, could sense his desperation but I pushed the feeling away.

"Lance," I said carefully. "I need you to know something. Whatever you decide about this surgery, I support you completely. You don’t owe Simon anything. This your choice and yours alone."

He looked at me with those kind eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don’t know," I admitted. "Part of me wants you to refuse but another part of me..." I trailed off.

"Another part of you remembers that you’re a doctor too," Lance finished. "That we took an oath to save lives regardless of who the patient is or what their family has done."

Tears burned in my eyes again and this time, a tear slipped free. "I have no right to ask anything of you after what you’ve been through. But if you do this surgery, it should be because it’s the right thing to do, not because Damien threatened me. Not because you feel obligated. Only if you truly believe it’s what a doctor should do."

Lance was quiet again, studying his bandaged hands. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course. Take all the time you need."

"Sophia?" He looked up at me. "If I do this surgery and something goes wrong, they’ll blame me. You know that, right? They’ll say I sabotaged it on purpose, that I wanted revenge."

The thought made my blood run cold because he was absolutely right. Simon would never accept that his mother’s death might be due to the delay in treatment he’d caused. He’d blame Lance and make his life even worse.

"Then don’t do it," I said firmly. "Your safety is more important than their feelings."

He smiled sadly. "You say that, but I can see it in your eyes. You hope I’ll say yes. Because that’s who you are, Sophia. You want to save everyone, even the people who don’t deserve it."

I left the hospital an hour later. I drove straight back home to Sky Manor. I could feel my anxiety eating at me. Damien’s threats kept echoing in my head. What if he’d already hurt my family?

But when I walked through the door, everything was normal. My father was reading the newspaper. My mother was cooking dinner. Marco was on the phone discussing a business deal, and Klara was doing homework at the dining table.

They were safe - All of them.

The sight of them being okay made me relieved....for now.

I realized Damien was waiting, waiting to see what Lance would decide before he made his next move.

That night, as I was getting ready for bed, my phone rang. Damien’s name flashed on the screen.

I answered but didn’t speak.

"I want you to bring Lance to lunch tomorrow," Damien said in that Alpha voice of his "At the restaurant downtown by noon. We’ll discuss the surgery like civilized people."

I shook my head and chuckled. The audacity of this man.

"No," I said flatly.

"Sophia-"

"You don’t get to snap your fingers and summon us like servants," I said, coldly "You and Simon spent months destroying Lance’s life. Now that you need something from him, suddenly you want to have a civilized lunch? Go to hell, Damien."

"This is serious-"

"It’s always serious when it affects you, isn’t it? But when it was Lance suffering, when it was me begging for help, suddenly nothing was serious enough for you to care."

I hung up before he could respond.

Two minutes later, my phone rang again. This time it was Ashley’s name on the screen. I became worried because it was late. She barely called this late. She was supposed to be asleep.

I answered immediately. "Ashley? Baby, are you okay?"

"Mommy!" Her voice was thick with tears, and my wolf went on alert. "Mommy, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, sweetheart. What’s wrong?"

"I want your blueberry pie," she sobbed. "The one you make with the sugar on top”

My chest ached. "It’s okay, baby. I can make you a pie."

"Really?" she sniffled. "Can you come home and stay with me? Please? I don’t want you to leave anymore."

Tears pricked at my eyes. This was my daughter. My baby. The child I’d nearly died bringing into this world. She was asking for me, wanting me, missing me. I’d do anything for her.

"Of course, I’ll come home," I said softly. "I’ll be there tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Mommy! I love you so much!" Ashley’s crying turned to a squeal. "Daddy says you and I can have a movie night and—oh wait, Tiffany just got back from her trip. I have to go say hi! Bye, Mommy!"

She hung up before I could respond.

I sat there staring at my phone as Ashley’s words kept echoing in my head. Tiffany just got back from her trip.

My daughter had only called me because Tiffany wasn’t available. She’d only wanted me because her preferred mother figure was gone.

The moment Tiffany returned, Ashley had forgotten all about me.

I was just the substitute, the backup, the woman who showed up when the real mother wasn’t around.

My wolf howled in pain, and I buried my face in my hands as the tears finally came.