Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 266: How It Happened (Damien’s)

Louis’s POV

The moment we stepped into the living room, Lennox barked, his voice sharp and filled with anger.

"Mother! Father! Damien!" he roared, loud enough to shake the walls. "Get in here—NOW!"

His chest was heaving, his fists clenched, and his eyes were glowing with rage.

Levi and I stood beside him, silent, but equally seething. We knew exactly what this was about.

We needed answers.

And this time, no one was leaving this room until every secret was dragged out into the light.

Footsteps echoed on the stairs. Damien appeared first. I didn’t waste a second—I attacked him and smashed my fist into his face.

Our parents, who had just entered, froze in shock, but before Damien could even stumble back from the blow, I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward, and snarled right into his face.

"How dare you!" I spat in rage. My wolf growled angrily inside me.

"You changed Olivia’s face with Rebecca’s and made us believe she was dead! You bastard!" I spat with pain and anger. It hurt so much that our favorite uncle could stab us this way. "You knew who Olivia was all this while, didn’t you? Speak! Fucking speak!" I yelled.

But Damien didn’t flinch; he didn’t even look startled—like he’d been waiting for this confrontation all along.

Damien pulled my hand away from his collar and arranged his shirt before darting his eyes between me and my brothers. "I’ll go straight to the point without cutting corners," he said casually.

My glare deepened. My wolf howled, rattling my bones, but I forced myself to stand still and listen.

"I didn’t know who Olivia was when I first saw her at that auction. I bought her because she looked so much like Sofia—I couldn’t stand the thought of some bastard having her. The plan was simple at first: keep her as bait, use her to draw Sofia out. But then I found out she was your mate. And that’s when everything changed. I realized I could use her for my own revenge on you three..." He paused to drag in a breath. "I thought you three betrayed me—told Sofia I couldn’t father a child—so I swore I’d make you feel my pain. I’d make Olivia abandon you so you’d know what betrayal felt like."

Lennox scoffed in anger. "I believe now you know we didn’t do it."

Damien nodded once. "I know. I’m sorry for that."

Levi groaned. "Keep your fucking sorry to yourself and keep talking."

A moment of silence hung in the air before he continued. "It was after Olivia left to stay with Gabriel that your father... my brother, told me who Olivia really was."

My brothers and I turned and glared at our father. His turn was coming.

looked back at

me realize we were related to Olivia, and he thinks she is the special

almost as if he was

said her name softly. "She’s the daughter of the family we

My chest tightened.

Of course.

all made twisted, painful

"wasn’t what concerned me. What mattered more was the fact that our relatives wanted her dead. And I..." He hesitated. "I

stared at him,

slightly. "That was when Gabriel

he

his eyes. "He told me the truth... or at least, his version of it. That Olivia’s real mother—" he paused, "—was the one who murdered

My eyes widened slightly.

day, he’d kill the daughter of the woman who destroyed their family.

shiver ran

"he’s got her locked in his cell. He says he’s

eyes blazing with anger. "He doesn’t want to

We blinked.

fallen in love

blood turned to ice. My

his sister and satisfy the pack that still cries for revenge. But keeping her

mine again, conflicted and heavy. "So he asked me:

finally fitting into place. My voice came out

"So... you killed Rebecca?"

he shook his head. "I didn’t.

his eyes before he turned away and looked back at us. "While I was still with Gabriel, my men reached out to me and informed me a dead body was seen at my pack territory. And they said the

her voice raw with disbelief, as she rushed at Damien. She grabbed him by the collar, her hands trembling. "Tell me you’re lying... Tell me

fear and pain, and her lips trembled as if the words themselves were hurting her. "She can’t

at her—his expression tight with guilt, pain flickering in

he said

onto the floor,

pain

his hair and exhaled,

go. That I’d return.

we could have raged war on them and

"I could have done that... but her