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

Rebecca’s death was

realizing everything Damien did with you, I got angry

quiet for a moment, letting her words sink

still love him," I said

so much in love.

away, like she was pulling a memory from

ago... I had just left this pack for a while. Life here was suffocating—everyone hated me, the whispers never stopped.

a soft smile playing on her lips. "One night, my friend dragged me to this nightclub in the city. I was drunk—like, really drunk. And then... I

Her eyes softened.

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

walked straight up to him, looked him dead in the eyes, and

widened. "You

I did," she laughed, nodding. "I was bold. Stupid, really. He didn’t say a word—just stared at me like I was insane. So I turned to the man

up. I swear, the possessiveness that flashed in

curious. "What did

just wanted to teach me a lesson—but instead... he took me to his house. Gave me water. Put me to bed. Stayed on the couch the whole night. He didn’t touch me,

now. "I tried 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

warmed a little

I was embarrassed," she continued. "I apologized, thanked him, and left without even asking his

my friend’s house—and there he was, sitting in the living room waiting

I smiled.

his name. Damien. Alpha

was the beginning," I

was the beginning. He courted me after that. Took 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