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.

she breathed, relief and hesitation tangled

gaze locking on her. Worry flared in his eyes, the kind that came from deep, old ties. But then... his attention dropped to the small figure lying in the bed. His pupils

need anyone to

claimed the boy in an instant—his blood,

wolf had recognized

boy, his eyes filled with a million emotions. Sofia’s grip on the bedsheet tightened, and

the little boy, his eyes fixed on him. I stared at Sofia and saw the unease in her... she was

his wolf from pushing forward. He stopped

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

voice was low, rough,

is

but no sound came out. Her knuckles were

"Damien... this isn’t—"

off, his eyes never

breathing hitched, and I could feel the tension in the room

Sofia, my voice calm but firm. "You’ll lose him if you don’t let Damien help. Whatever your fears are—they won’t

panic and something else... shame. She hesitated, her chest rising and falling

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 the

the small face before him. His voice

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,

to speak, her eyes darting from Damien’s face

had to start again.

worked, but

every word. "I thought if I stayed, it would destroy both of us. So I left. And I couldn’t