Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 159: Staying

Olivia's POV

Alpha Damien grunted as he glared at his brother. "Enough, brother… that's enough. No more talk about Sofia," he spat.

From where I sat, I cast a curious glance at him—and it was clear the mention of Sofia had drastically shifted his mood. Just moments ago, he had been calm, almost nonchalant. Now, he looked furious—so furious it was frightening.

Who was Sofia? Was she his mate? If so… where the hell is she?

But Sir Damon didn't back down. His voice remained firm. "I'll keep talking about her, Damien. Maybe that way, you'll finally see reason. Perhaps you'll remember what it feels like to love someone—and lose them."

Alpha Damien growled deeply. "They never wanted her—so I'm taking her."

I clenched my fists in my lap. Why was he talking about me like I was a prize to be claimed? Like I was some commodity to be passed around. Why was he so possessive of a woman he knew belonged to his nephews?

Sir Damon's anger intensified. He moved closer, and before I could even blink, he grabbed Damien by the collar. I gasped.

But Damien didn't even flinch. He just stared back at his brother, his frown deepening.

"Stop this madness, Damien. Stop it!" sir Damon spat, his voice trembling with rage.

Damien's voice was low, rough. "I won't… I won't."

The tension between them was like a storm ready to break. Their bodies were rigid. Their breathing heavy. I was sure a fight was about to happen. I could already imagine fists flying.

But just when it looked like they were about to explode, Alpha Damien yanked himself out of Damon's grip.

"I'm staying here," he said coldly. "For a few days."

the

"What?" Damon barked.

looked my way—the anger in his eyes obvious. "Come

he turned

My heart pounded. A part of me wanted to stay put—to refuse. Even my wolf growled softly in agreement, "Don't go

say. So I stood to my

the walls and my own nervous heartbeat. Finally, Damien stopped in front of a room

handle and pushed it open. The door creaked slightly as it swung

behind him—and

of wood and something aged. The bed was neatly made, but the room lacked warmth. No personal items. No sign

looking around. "No one uses

door, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall. "It's mine," he said flatly. "This is my

him, surprised. "Oh." I remember cleaning every corner of this mansion but was

curtains. In one swift motion, he pulled them open, letting the morning sunlight pour into the room. It lit up the dust particles dancing in the air, casting soft, golden rays across

he didn't. Instead, his eyes moved slowly around the room, as if he were remembering something… or

His jaw tightened.

see the weight in his expression now—less anger, more pain. The kind of pain

for years," he finally said, his

at me. His eyes were still on the space around him, like the walls themselves were whispering memories

too… sometimes," he added after

Her.

Sofia.

That name again.

this had