Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 382: Talk With Sofia

Olivia’s POV

"Sofia? Is everything okay? You don’t sound okay." Her voice was shaky, threaded with muffled sniffles. My brows furrowed instantly. For a moment, all thoughts of Frederick and his cursed house slipped away—I couldn’t focus on anything but her. "What is it? Where are you?" I pressed, my wolf pricking up with worry.

Her silence stretched, heavy and aching, until finally I felt her broken whisper. "I... I did something, Olivia. Something I shouldn’t have. And now I feel like I’m drowning."

Her pain washed over me through the bond, raw and unguarded. My chest tightened. "Talk to me," I urged softly. "Don’t hold it in. Whatever it is—you can tell me."

Sofia’s voice cracked, barely audible. "I think... I still love him. And it hurts so much, because I know I shouldn’t."

I sighed. I didn’t need her to name him. I already knew who she meant. I closed my eyes, steadying myself, then pushed calmness into the bond. "Sofia, listen, you don’t have to beat yourself up about it."

Her breathing hitched, almost like a sob. "Do you really? Because right now... I feel like I’m going mad."

"You are not going mad, my dear... believe me, you are not. This is love, and there is nothing you can do about it. Think of me as an example... Damien never did what the triplets did to me. Those men hurt me in ways I never imagined to forgive them, but look at us now... I tried, Sofia, I tried to hate them, tried not to forgive them, but I couldn’t... I couldn’t stay away from them because I love them. They are my mates, and there is nothing I could do to stay away from them."

Sofia inhaled deeply over the mind link. "So what should I do, Olivia? I can’t tell him I want us back... and besides, I don’t even think he wants me. His actions... they don’t show it."

I sighed softly, my chest aching for her. "Sofia, listen to me. Men are not always good at showing their feelings. Damien might act cold, distant, but that doesn’t mean he has stopped loving you. I know he still feels something."

Her silence told me she was listening, clinging to my words. I pressed on. "Don’t let fear make your choices. You say you’re scared he doesn’t want you back, but what if he does? What if he’s just as scared as you? You’ll never know unless you open your heart and speak."

Her breathing grew shaky again. "But Olivia... what if he rejects me?"

you’ll know. At least you won’t live the rest of your life drowning in what-ifs. Isn’t the pain

but didn’t say

once. Just... show him a piece of your heart. Let him see you. Let

fragile, but with a

"Good."

Olivia, I have to tell you something else." This time she sounded

"What is it?"

and through the bond I could feel her wolf urging her, pushing her to speak. Finally, Sofia whispered, her words trembling.

straightened, my pulse

They talked for fifteen minutes. And now I don’t know what

I could feel her panic, her doubt, the way her love for Damien warred

me. "Sofia... listen to me. Don’t jump yet. Fifteen minutes doesn’t prove guilt. It only proves they

and I knew she was crying again. "But why hasn’t he told me, Olivia? Why would he hide

her sake. "That’s what you have to find

can’t ask him. What if he hurts me to close

can never hurt you. You of all people should know

things, he may even have a hand in Rebecca’s death, but hurting Sofia

voice trembled. "I’m just

her warmth, the way only sisters could. "Then rest, Sofia. Don’t let fear eat you alive. We’ll figure this

I still felt her doubt lingering. "Thank you,