Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 379: His Office

Chapter 379: His Office

Sofia’s POV

For the past thirty minutes, I sat frozen on the edge of my bed, my mind spiraling endlessly, my chest tight with panic. The investigator’s words replayed like a haunting echo. Her last call was to Alpha Damien... they spoke for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes.

I didn’t know what to think. Should I confront Damien? Demand answers? But what if he denied it? What if he realized I was prying behind his back, digging into Rebecca’s death? What if he believed I no longer trusted him? And worse... what if he decided to silence me to protect his secrets? The thought churned my stomach.

My wolf scoffed, her voice sharp inside my head. "Stop it, Sofia. Damien would never hurt you. You know this."

I wanted to believe her. I truly did. But now, staring at the ugly truth pressing in around me, fear twisted everything I thought I knew.

What if the Damien I once loved wasn’t the same Damien who sat across the table from me today? Panic wrapped around me tighter.

I loved him. That truth was undeniable. But now a single question terrified me more than anything else. Had I been loving a man who might have played a role in my best friend’s death? The thought alone nearly broke me.

I forced myself out of the room before I drowned in that storm. My feet carried me downstairs, each step heavy, my wolf whispering warnings and doubts that tangled in my chest.

In the living room, Charlie laughed on the rug as his new nanny rolled a ball back and forth with him. His little face glowed with innocence, so carefree, so untouched by the shadows crushing me.

"Where’s Alpha Damien?" I asked, my voice calm though my pulse raced.

The nanny looked up politely. "He’s out, ma’am."

I nodded and lowered myself beside Charlie. I let him climb into my lap, hugged him close, and played with him, clinging to his laughter as it soothed my restless wolf. Yet my thoughts refused to leave the worry gnawing inside me.

When Charlie’s attention fixed on his toys, I slipped away quietly. My heart pounded as I walked the hall toward Damien’s home office.

locked. Damien never left

lip, questioning what

the code. Back when Damien and I had been together, the numbers were the date we first met. A bitter smile touched my lips at

try anyway. My hand trembled as I pressed the

Beep. Beep. Beep.

a second, silence.

The lock released.

lodged

years, after all

the door softly behind me. My heart pounded as I scanned the office. Quickly, I pulled open the first drawer, searching for... I didn’t even know what. A letter? A file? Anything

as I sifted through documents.

Then—Click.

sound of the door

ice flooding my veins.

"Looking for something?"

Low.

doorway, his tall frame cutting a dark silhouette across the dim light room. His eyes locked onto

gaze swept over the open drawer before pinning

I was investigating him, not when

So I lied.

but I forced the words out. "I came to

together, confusion flickering

money. So I