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.

breathed, relief and hesitation tangled in her

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

didn’t need anyone to tell

claimed the boy in an instant—his blood,

wolf had recognized the

gaze stayed fixed on the boy, his eyes filled with a million emotions. Sofia’s grip on the bedsheet tightened, and for a moment,

I stared at Sofia and saw the unease

keep his wolf from pushing forward. He stopped at the edge of the

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

spoke, his voice was low, rough, and

is he,

no sound came out. Her knuckles were

"Damien... this isn’t—"

cut her off, his eyes never leaving

I could feel the tension in the room tighten like a wire about to

if you

mine, filled with panic and something else... shame. She hesitated, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts, before she

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

eyes never leaving the small face before him. His voice came out low,

read. "The healers told me years ago I couldn’t get any woman pregnant. It wasn’t until a few months ago I was told I was healed." His words were sharp,

she couldn’t seem to

had to start again. "I was

worked, but he

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 was afraid you’d try to keep me there, that you’d force me