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

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 widened, locking on the boy’s face as though the rest of

didn’t need anyone to tell

the boy in an instant—his blood, his

had recognized the little

into fists at his sides. His gaze stayed fixed on the boy, his eyes filled with a million emotions. Sofia’s grip on the bedsheet tightened, and for a moment, no one

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

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

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

spoke, his voice was low, rough,

old is he,

but no sound came out. Her knuckles were white where

"Damien... this isn’t—"

eyes never leaving the boy.

I could feel the tension in the room tighten like a

Sofia, my voice calm but firm. "You’ll lose him if you don’t let Damien help.

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

permission beyond that. He moved closer, lowering himself into the chair beside the bed. His large hand hovered above the boy’s

eyes never leaving the small face before

finally turned toward Sofia, the storm in his gaze impossible to 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

seem to speak, her eyes darting from Damien’s face

she had to start again. "I was a few weeks

worked, but he

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 to choose between my safety and..." Her voice trailed off, trembling.