Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 470

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.

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

were swollen, my throat raw, but finally, I drifted

it—the sound of

beat. Instantly,

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

deliberate. The air shifted

a while, just watching me. I could feel

to ask why. But I

made my chest tighten. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing even, pretending to be asleep. I couldn’t face him. Not

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

you’re awake,

My back

softly. "You always try to hide when

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

almost

swallowed hard, my heart hammering. Don’t

was trying to convince both of us.

fingers tightened around the

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 tightening audibly.

letting the words hang

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