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

Damien did with you, I got angry and told him never to come

quiet for a moment, letting her words sink

still love him," I said

were so much in love. He obviously loved me. I’ll always love him. He was my first love... my

she was pulling a memory from

voice low. "It was five years ago... I had just left this pack for a while. Life here was suffocating—everyone

"One night, my friend dragged me

Her eyes softened.

with a few other men. Even from across the room, he looked... different. That aura, that power, that calm

walked straight

eyes widened. "You

really. He didn’t say a word—just stared at me like I was insane. So

I swear, the possessiveness that flashed in his

leaned closer, curious. "What did he

thought he was angry, or maybe he just wanted to teach me a lesson—but instead... he took me to his house. Gave me water. Put me

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 forget

a

was embarrassed,"

next day, I walked into my friend’s house—and there he was, sitting in the living

I smiled.

his name. Damien. Alpha of the Pack. I couldn’t believe

was the beginning," I

his time. He was patient. Gentle. Protective. I had never known love before him. I never knew what it felt like to be wanted, cherished. Damien gave me