Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 281: Knowing Sofia

Olivia’s POV

"You have a son?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, he’s two years and six months old," she said with a bright smile.

I returned her smile, but my mind was racing. Did Damien know about this? Did he know Sofia had moved on—with another man—and had a child? I didn’t think he did. So, out of curiosity, I asked, "Have you seen Alpha Damien recently?"

Sofia’s expression shifted into something more guarded. "Yes... I saw him two days ago."

I nodded but pressed on. "Does he know you’ve moved on with another man and have a child for him? Because Damien doesn’t seem to have moved on."

Sofia’s smile faltered at my question. She looked down at her coffee for a moment, her fingers tightening around the cup.

"I’m not sure what Damien knows," she said softly.

I studied her face—how the light left her eyes when his name came up. Her shoulders slumped slightly, as though the weight of his memory still sat heavily on her.

"I never told him," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "About my son... about the man. About... any of it."

My brows furrowed. "Why?"

She let out a quiet breath and looked up at me again. "Because I didn’t want to hurt him more than I already did. And honestly... I wasn’t even sure he wanted to know."

I blinked, confused. "But you said you saw him two days ago?"

She gave a small nod. "Yes. When you were taken by Calvin, I was released to him. Actually, the reason I showed up was because I wanted to meet with Rebecca and find out why she married Damien. But instead, I got the shocking news of my life—that she was dead."

paused and

death was a hard pill for her to

angry and

moment, letting her words sink

still love him," I said

so much in love. He

memory from a box

left this pack for a while. Life here was suffocating—everyone hated me, the whispers never stopped. So I packed my bags and went to stay with an old friend

dragged me to this nightclub in the city.

Her eyes softened.

across the room, he looked... different. That aura, that

laugh and covered her face in embarrassment. "Drunk me had no filter. I walked straight up

widened. "You

He didn’t say a word—just stared at me like I was insane. So I turned to the man beside him

moment Damien stood up. I swear, the

closer, curious. "What did

a word to the others. Just took me out of the club. I thought he was angry, or maybe he just wanted to teach me a lesson—but

to tempt him. I was throwing myself at him. But he wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Said I was drunk and he didn’t want our first time to be something I’d

a little

realized where I was... I was embarrassed," she continued. "I apologized, thanked him, and left without

into my friend’s

I smiled.

name.

that was the beginning," I

Protective. I had never known love before him. I never knew what it felt like to be