Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 470: It Didn’t Happen

Sofia’s POV

My wolf whimpered in my chest, her pain mirroring mine. I wanted to scream, to tear at something, but instead, I stood still, cold and numb, refusing to let him see how much it hurt.

"Fine," I said quietly, forcing my voice not to shake. "You’re fucking other women, then I guess I can too."

His head snapped up at that, his eyes flashing with something dark, but instead of the rage I expected, he only scoffed.

"I never stopped you," he said flatly. "Do whatever you want."

Those words shattered me. Completely.

The Damien I knew, the man who once couldn’t stand another man even looking at me, was gone. The Damien who used to pull me close, mark me, whisper that I was his and no one else’s—he wasn’t standing here anymore. This version of him was cold, distant, and unrecognizable.

I swallowed hard, my throat burning. "Right," I whispered. "Do whatever I want."

I turned away before the tears could fall, before I humiliated myself any further. My legs felt weak as I walked out of the room, but I didn’t stop until I reached my own. I closed the door quietly behind me and leaned against it, my breath shaking.

The moment I was alone, I crumbled.

I curled up on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest as silent sobs tore through me. I hated myself—for still loving him, for still wanting him even after everything. For caring when I should’ve stopped a long time ago.

And

couldn’t anymore, until exhaustion numbed the ache in my chest. My eyes were swollen, my throat raw, but finally, I drifted into a half-sleep, my mind too tired to fight

heard it—the sound of keys

a beat. Instantly, I knew it

and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. My breaths

The air shifted with

a while, just watching me. I could feel it, the

me wanted to sit up, to scream at him, to ask why. But I couldn’t. I stayed still, silent,

around me in a way that made my chest tighten. I

stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Then his voice came, low and rough, carrying that familiar edge that always seemed

know you’re awake,

back was still to him, my hands gripping the blanket

try to hide when you’re

still, to keep pretending. I didn’t trust myself to look at him—because if I did, all the anger I had

shifted slightly, his voice quiet, almost hesitant now. "I wasn’t with

swallowed hard, my heart hammering. Don’t

trying to convince both of us. "She—my secretary—she drugged me

tightened around the

offered me a drink. I didn’t think anything of it." He exhaled shakily. "But then everything started to blur. My

letting the words hang