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?"

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

sniffled but didn’t

"You don’t have to pour it all out at once. Just... show him a piece of your heart. Let him see you. Let him feel you again. And trust that if the bond between you is

whisper came soft, fragile, but with a spark of courage. "I’ll...

"Good."

have to tell you something else." This time she

"What is it?"

wolf urging her, pushing her to speak. Finally, Sofia whispered, her words trembling. "My investigator... the one I hired to look into Rebecca’s death—he

straightened, my

talked for fifteen minutes. And now I

I could feel her panic, her doubt, the way her love for Damien warred against the horror of what she’d just

Don’t jump yet. Fifteen minutes doesn’t

again. "But why hasn’t he told

my eyes, fighting to stay calm for her sake. "That’s what you have to find out. Not from investigators. Not from

him. What if he

Sofia... Damien can never hurt you. You of all people should know

many things, he may even have a hand in

trembled. "I’m just

warmth, the way only sisters could. "Then rest, Sofia. Don’t

though I still felt her doubt lingering. "Thank