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.

of us came rushing back—the laughter, the moments together, the promises. And now, all that was left

numbed the ache in my chest. My eyes were swollen, my throat raw,

I heard it—the sound of keys turning softly

Instantly, I knew

wiped my face and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. My breaths came slow and steady

deliberate. The air shifted with his scent—warm, musky, achingly

just watching me. I could feel it, the weight

him, to ask why. But I couldn’t. I stayed still, silent, my heart pounding painfully

closer, the mattress dipped slightly as Damien sat down beside me, his scent wrapping around me in a way that made my chest tighten. I

moment, he didn’t move. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Then his voice came, low and rough, carrying that familiar edge that always seemed to

you’re

but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My back

"You always try to hide when you’re

still, to keep pretending. I didn’t trust myself to look at

almost hesitant now.

swallowed hard, my heart hammering.

his tone sharper now, like he was trying to convince both of us. "She—my secretary—she drugged me

fingers tightened around

on, his voice low but urgent. "She came into my office after a meeting, said she wanted to discuss something important. She offered me a drink. I didn’t

paused, letting the words