Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Knowing Sofia

Olivia’s POV

"You have a son?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, he’s two years and six months old," she said with a bright smile.

I returned her smile, but my mind was racing. Did Damien know about this? Did he know Sofia had moved on—with another man—and had a child? I didn’t think he did. So, out of curiosity, I asked, "Have you seen Alpha Damien recently?"

Sofia’s expression shifted into something more guarded. "Yes... I saw him two days ago."

I nodded but pressed on. "Does he know you’ve moved on with another man and have a child for him? Because Damien doesn’t seem to have moved on."

Sofia’s smile faltered at my question. She looked down at her coffee for a moment, her fingers tightening around the cup.

"I’m not sure what Damien knows," she said softly.

I studied her face—how the light left her eyes when his name came up. Her shoulders slumped slightly, as though the weight of his memory still sat heavily on her.

"I never told him," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "About my son... about the man. About... any of it."

My brows furrowed. "Why?"

She let out a quiet breath and looked up at me again. "Because I didn’t want to hurt him more than I already did. And honestly... I wasn’t even sure he wanted to know."

I blinked, confused. "But you said you saw him two days ago?"

She gave a small nod. "Yes. When you were taken by Calvin, I was released to him. Actually, the reason I showed up was because I wanted to meet with Rebecca and find out why she married Damien. But instead, I got the shocking news of my life—that she was dead."

She paused and inhaled deeply.

I felt for her... Rebecca’s death was a hard pill for her to swallow.

"After realizing everything Damien did with you, I got angry and told him never to come near me again..."

I was quiet for a moment, letting her words sink in.

"You still love him," I said gently.

Sofia didn’t deny it. She smiled sadly. "Damien and I... we were so much in love. He obviously loved me. I’ll always love him. He was my first love... my only love."

Sofia chuckled softly, looking away, like she was pulling a memory from a box she’d kept hidden deep inside her heart.

"I still remember the night I met Damien," she said, her voice low. "It was five years ago... I had just left this pack for a while. Life here was suffocating—everyone hated me, the whispers never stopped. So I packed my bags and went to stay with an old friend in her pack."

She glanced at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. "One night, my friend dragged me to this nightclub in the city. I was drunk—like, really drunk. And then... I saw him."

Her eyes softened.

"He was sitting in the VIP section with a few other men. Even from across the room, he looked... different. That aura, that power, that calm control—he didn’t even have to speak, and I was already drawn in."

She let out a small laugh and covered her face in embarrassment. "Drunk me had no filter. I walked straight up to him, looked him dead in the eyes, and asked if he could take me home and fuck me."

My eyes widened. "You didn’t."

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