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.

laughter, the moments together, the promises. And now, all that was left was this

chest. My eyes were swollen, my throat raw, but finally, I drifted into a half-sleep,

I heard it—the sound of keys turning

skipped a beat. Instantly,

pretending to be asleep. My breaths came slow and steady as I listened to the door creak

Slow, deliberate. The air shifted with

me. I could feel it, the weight of his

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

dipped slightly as Damien sat down beside me, his scent wrapping around me in a way that made

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

know you’re

My back was still to him, my

softly. "You always try to hide when

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

almost hesitant now. "I wasn’t

hard, my heart hammering.

trying to convince both of us. "She—my

tightened

into my office after a meeting, said she wanted to discuss something important. She offered me a drink. I didn’t think anything of it." He exhaled shakily. "But then everything started to blur. My body wasn’t responding right. She tried to—" He stopped, his jaw

the words hang