Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever

DAMIEN’S POV

The conference room remained busy throughout the entire night.

Executives argued. Investors complained. Lawyers reviewed contracts.

Everyone talked at once yet I heard almost none of it.

Every time the conversation paused, my thoughts immediately returned to Sophia.

Was she awake? Had she eaten? Were her injuries healing?

Was she crying when nobody was looking?

My wolf became increasingly agitated. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now.

Several times I nearly stood up and left. Several times.

But every time I reached my limit, another crisis came up that demanded my attention.

The board room was on fire. Everyone was panicking. People were scared to lose their jobs, money and investments. It was my job to handle everything.

Hours passed in a blur yet we hadn’t reached a resolution.

Before I realized it, it was morning. The sky outside gradually brightened.

My eyes burned from exhaustion. The coffee in front of me had long gone cold.

Finally, the last document was signed and the final agreement was approved.

The project was secured.

Everyone sighed with relief. Most of them cheered happily.

I didn’t celebrate.

I immediately grabbed my coat "I’m leaving."

Several executives looked surprised.

"President Stone-"

"I said I’m leaving."

Nobody dared stop me.

The moment I stepped outside, I headed straight for my car.

My wolf immediately became alert.

“Hospital, now.”

I drove faster than usual through the morning traffic.

The city had already begun waking up.

People filled the sidewalks. Shops opened their doors. Life moved normally.

Meanwhile, my chest felt heavier with every passing minute.

The closer I got to the hospital, the worse the feeling became.

Something was wrong. I couldn’t explain it but I felt it.

The hospital finally came into view. I parked quickly and headed inside.

Quickly, I moved to Sophia’s room. when I got there, I stopped.

The door was open and when I moved inside, the room was empty.

For several seconds, I simply stared in shock.

The bed had been cleaned. The sheets were replaced. There was no sign Sophia had ever been there.

My stomach dropped.

A nurse walked past and I immediately stopped her.

"Where is Sophia Stone?" I asked.

The nurse blinked a few times "Oh."

My chest tightened "What?"

The nurse looked confused by my tone.

"She was discharged this morning."

For a moment, the world seemed to go silent.

She was discharged.....gone.

My wolf froze.

"What do you mean gone?" I asked.

The nurse frowned "Her friend completed the paperwork early. They left several hours ago."

Several hours?

I’d been sitting in meetings while Sophia left the hospital. I’d been discussing contracts, reviewing documents and signing papers while she walked out of here alone.

The guilt hit me so hard that I couldn’t breathe for the few seconds.

I slowly stepped back and looked into Sophia’s room again.

The empty room felt like a punishment. It reminded me of every moment I had failed her.

My eyes moved toward the hospital bed. Sophia had suffered here. she had bled here and cried here. And I wasn’t there, not once.

My wolf released a low, painful growl.

I finally understood something. The distance between us hadn’t appeared overnight. I had created it piece by piece.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Sophia’s number.

The ringing seemed endless. It rang over and over again.

Then finally, the call connected.

I felt relieved when it did.

"Sophia-" I started then I stopped speaking.

Because the voice that answered wasn’t hers.

"Well." A familiar male voice laughed softly. "What a surprise."

My entire body went rigid.

Zade.

I frowned "Why do you have Sophia’s phone?"

Zade chuckled. The sound alone made me want to smash something.

"Wrong question."

My jaw tightened "Put Sophia on the phone."

"No."

My grip tightened around the phone "What game are you playing?"

Zade laughed again. "No game. Sophia is with me."

My chest tightened painfully. Every instinct inside me hated those words.

My wolf began snarling violently.

I could practically imagine Zade sitting beside her looking at her, comforting her, doing everything I should have done.

The thought made me feel worse.

"Let me speak to her." I said.

"No."

"Zade."

"Where were you when she needed you, Damien?"

I froze.

The question hit harder than any punch.

Zade continued "Where were you when she was bleeding? Where were you when she was beaten?"

I couldn’t answer. I had been absent every single time.

Zade laughed bitterly "You don’t deserve her."

After that, the line went dead. Just like that, he hung up.

I stared at the phone.

My wolf roared inside me. We had so many emotions – rage, jealousy, guilt. Everything mixed together.

For the first time in years, I felt completely powerless.

The hospital hallway suddenly felt suffocating.

I couldn’t stay there. Without thinking, I turned around and left.

The drive back home felt endless.

My mind replayed Zade’s words repeatedly.

You don’t deserve her.

Every time I heard them, my chest tightened.

Because deep down... I feared he was right.

By the time I arrived at the Villa, the afternoon sun had already appeared.

I walked inside slowly.

The servants greeted me but I barely acknowledged them.

Everything looked familiar yet now all I saw were memories.

When I looked in the kitchen, I remembered Sophia standing there preparing breakfast.

When I looked at the doorway, I thought of Sophia waiting for me after work.

I remembered Sophia carrying Ashley through the living room.

I thought of her smile, her laugh and the way she loved me.

My chest hurt.

I moved deeper into the house. Eventually, I reached our old bedroom.

My hand paused on the door before I pushed it open.

The room was spotless but it no longer felt alive. Sophia’s scent had faded. Her belongings were gone.

I remembered how she would always wait for me, even when I returned home late, even when I ignored her, even when I treated her coldly.

She always waited.

My wolf released a low whine. The sound surprised even me.

She loved me and what had I done? Taken it for granted.

I lowered my head.

For the first time in years, the villa felt unbearably lonely.

It wasn’t just because Sophia was physically gone. But because I finally realized how much of this home had been her.

Ashley might still live here. The servants might still work here. The furniture might still fill every room.

But without Sophia... everything felt hollow.

I stared at the empty room for a very long time.

And for the first time, I understood that regret was far more painful than anger.

Because anger eventually faded but...regret stayed.

And no matter how badly I wanted to change the past...

I couldn’t.