Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 329: My Decision

Damien’s POV

My hands trembled, not from weakness, but from the force it took to stop myself from putting a hole through the wall. I had just walked out of an operating room, given a part of myself for my son, and instead of relief, all I could taste was the bitterness of the years I’d lost. I stared at Sofia, every breath like a growl I had to choke back. She stood there, clutching herself like she could hide from the truth, from . My wolf clawed against my skin, furious and wild.

"You don’t understand what you’ve done," I said, my voice low but vibrating with barely restrained fury. "You stole monts I can never get back. His first steps. His first words. The first ti he called for his father—" My voice caught, and I hated myself for it. I swallowed hard, shoving the weakness down. "Those are mine, Sofia. They were mine, and you threw them away."

Her tears fell harder, her lips trembling, but it didn’t soothe . If anything, it fueled my anger.

"I thought—" she began, but I cut her off with a sharp, bitter laugh.

"You thought you knew better than ? You thought you had the right to decide I didn’t exist in his life?" I stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to et my gaze. "I am his father. And if you think for one damn second I’m going to step aside and let you keep him from again, you’re out of your mind."

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t move away this ti. She stood there, rooted, as if my words pinned her in place.

I leaned down slightly, my voice dropping to sothing cold, sothing that made her shiver. "You can hate . You can fight . But you will never—never—take him away from again. If I have to burn down the world to make sure of that, I will."

For a long mont, the room was nothing but the sound of her unsteady breathing and the pounding of my own pulse. My wolf settled slightly, satisfied with the truth laid bare, but my rage was far from gone.

I straightened, my jaw locked. "From this mont on," I said slowly and deliberately, "he’s with . I don’t care about your excuses, your fears, or our family’s damn feud. He’s mine. And I will be in his life—every day, every second—whether you like it or not."

Her eyes widened as the realization dawned on her that this wasn’t a negotiation. "I’m taking him back ho with and it’s left for you to decide if you want to co with us or not," I spat.

But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a damn lie.

I wanted her with . Hell, I’d wanted her with every day since the mont she left, since the mont I realized she’d taken not just my son but a part of I could never get back. And despite the fury boiling in my veins, despite the sting of betrayal and the poison of our families’ history, my feelings for her had never changed.

The truth was, they’d only gotten worse. More consuming.

I watched her, the way her hands trembled against her skirt, the way her lashes clung together from tears. My wolf howled in my chest, wanting—needing—to close the space between us, to wipe those tears, to pull her against and bury my face in her hair until the scent of her was burned into again.

But I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

Because if I let myself go there—if I let myself be the man who loved her instead of the man she’d betrayed—then every decision I’d already made would shatter. I needed her to understand the weight of what she’d done. I needed to keep the upper hand, to make sure she knew I wasn’t asking anymore, that I was taking.

And yet, holding myself back felt like trying to stop myself from breathing. My chest burned with it, my jaw ached from clenching too hard. Every shaky breath she took chipped away at the wall I’d built, and I hated how badly I wanted to destroy it myself.

Her eyes lifted to mine, and for one heartbeat too long, I let her see it—the truth I was trying to hide. The love. The longing. The part of that had never stopped wanting her, even when I should have.

I tore my gaze away before she could read it all. Before she could use it to get to .

"The decision is yours to make... it’s whether you co with us back to my ho or you co visit him whenever you want," I said, my voice a low growl ant to mask everything else inside . Then I turned my back to her, because if I didn’t, I knew I’d break my own damn rules.

I left the room, and outside I saw Olivia waiting. The mont I saw her, I released a deep sigh and approached her. "Thank you for your help," I said sincerely.

She nodded but didn’t say a word, but I knew I had a lot to say to her. "I’m sorry for all the things I did to you... I know apologizing will not change the fact that I did terrible things to you, but I just want you to know that I am sorry. I was just a man in love, which resulted in doing stupid things," I apologized sincerely.

Yet Olivia didn’t respond. She just stood there, her eyes steady on mine, as if she was deciding whether my words were worth accepting. Then, finally, she spoke.

"Damien..." her voice was calm but carried a weight that made pause, "don’t be too harsh on her."

I stared at her, my brows knitting. "She kept my son from —"

"And she has a good reason for that," Olivia interrupted softly. "You can rage all you want, but you can’t deny the fact that most won would have done what she did."

Her words struck deeper than I wanted to admit. My jaw tightened, but I didn’t argue. She was right, damn it.

Before I could reply, the door to the room behind us opened. Footsteps approached, and when I turned, there she was—my Sofia.

She looked pale, eyes still red from crying, but there was a steadiness in her that hadn’t been there before. Her gaze flicked briefly to Olivia, then landed on .

"I’ll co with you," she said, her voice low but unwavering.

For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. "What?"

She swallowed hard, her chin lifting just slightly. "I can’t stay away from him, Damien. I can’t... I won’t. He’s my son. If you’re taking him ho, I’m coming too."

Sothing in my chest shifted. There was still anger there, but it tangled with sothing softer. My wolf surged, almost triumphant, and it took everything in not to show just how much her words ant to .

I gave a curt nod, forcing my voice to stay even. "Good. Then pack whatever you need. We leave as soon as the healers clear him for travel."

She nodded once, then glanced down at the floor, as if gathering herself, before brushing past to return to our son’s bedside.

I watched her go, every muscle in my body tense with the effort it took to stay where I was instead of following her in.