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."

sucked the air

"What?" Damon barked.

repeat himself. He simply looked my way—the anger in his eyes obvious. "Come with me," he

he turned and

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

whatever he had to say. So I stood to

the long hallway in silence. The only sounds were our footsteps echoing off the walls and my own nervous heartbeat.

open. The door creaked

behind him—and instantly

The bed was neatly made, but the room lacked warmth. No personal items.

around.

as he leaned against the wall. "It's mine," he said flatly. "This is my room… for

at him, surprised. "Oh." I remember cleaning every corner of this mansion but was asked never

one swift motion, he pulled them open, letting the morning sunlight pour into the room. It lit up the dust particles dancing

deeply, feeling nervous. I waited for him to turn around and speak—but he didn't. Instead, his eyes moved slowly around the room, as if he were remembering something… or

His jaw tightened.

pain. The kind of pain

in this room for years," he finally said,

closely. He didn't look at me. His eyes were still on the

was her room too… sometimes," he added

Her.

Sofia.

That name again.

had been

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