Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 327: Involving Damien

Olivia’s POV

I found myself standing in the middle of Damien’s office, my heart pounding. I didn’t even know how I’d gotten here—all I had done was think about him, and the next moment, I’d teleported.

He was mid-sentence with someone, a stack of papers in his hand, when he froze. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Olivia?" he said slowly, as though unsure if I was real. "How the hell—"

"There’s no time for questions," I cut in, my tone sharp. "Sofia needs your help. Now."

His brows knitted together, confusion flashing across his face. "Sofia? What happened?"

I shook my head. "I can’t explain here. Just trust me and come."

He hesitated, still looking like he was trying to process my sudden appearance.

"Olivia—"

"Damien!" I snapped, my voice raising with impatience. "This isn’t a request."

Something in my tone must have convinced him, because he set the papers aside and moved toward me without another word. I reached for his arm, the power thrumming in my veins again, and the next second, we were gone.

We appeared in the hallway outside the children’s ward, and Damien’s head snapped toward the sudden sounds of nurses moving, quiet beeps from heart monitors.

I led him forward without a word, my steps fast and panicked. The moment we entered Sofia’s room, she looked up from the bedside, her face pale and drawn.

and hesitation tangled

eyes, the kind that came from deep, old ties. But then... his attention dropped to the small figure lying in the bed.

need anyone to

had claimed the boy in

wolf had recognized the

and his hands curled into fists at his sides. His gaze stayed fixed on the boy, his eyes filled with a million emotions. Sofia’s grip

little boy, his eyes fixed on him. I stared at

if each movement was controlled to keep his wolf from pushing forward. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his shadow falling

stirred faintly, his lashes fluttering before settling again. Damien’s gaze traced his features—the curve of his cheek, every line that seemed

was low, rough, and dangerous

is

Her knuckles were white

"Damien... this isn’t—"

he cut her off, his eyes never

could feel the tension in the room tighten like a

stepped closer to Sofia, my voice calm but firm. "You’ll lose him if you don’t

her chest rising and falling

for permission beyond that. He moved closer, lowering himself into the chair beside the bed. His large hand hovered above the boy’s small one for a long moment, as though afraid to touch. Then, gently, his fingers closed around

leaving the small face before him. His voice came out low, thick with

couldn’t get any woman pregnant. It wasn’t until a few months ago I was

For a moment, she couldn’t seem to speak, her eyes darting from Damien’s face to the

cracked, and she had to start again. "I was a few weeks pregnant

worked, but

in her fist. "I found out the truth about us—about our bloodlines. That we were... related, even if distant. And with the enmity between our families... I panicked." Her eyes glistened, guilt thick in every word. "I thought if I stayed, it would destroy both of us. So I left. And I couldn’t tell you about the pregnancy... I