Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 379: His Office

Sofia’s POV

For the past thirty minutes, I sat frozen on the edge of my bed, my mind spiraling endlessly, my chest tight with panic. The investigator’s words replayed like a haunting echo. Her last call was to Alpha Damien... they spoke for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes.

I didn’t know what to think. Should I confront Damien? Demand answers? But what if he denied it? What if he realized I was prying behind his back, digging into Rebecca’s death? What if he believed I no longer trusted him? And worse... what if he decided to silence to protect his secrets? The thought churned my stomach.

My wolf scoffed, her voice sharp inside my head. "Stop it, Sofia. Damien would never hurt you. You know this."

I wanted to believe her. I truly did. But now, staring at the ugly truth pressing in around , fear twisted everything I thought I knew.

What if the Damien I once loved wasn’t the sa Damien who sat across the table from today? Panic wrapped around tighter.

I loved him. That truth was undeniable. But now a single question terrified more than anything else. Had I been loving a man who might have played a role in my best friend’s death? The thought alone nearly broke .

I forced myself out of the room before I drowned in that storm. My feet carried downstairs, each step heavy, my wolf whispering warnings and doubts that tangled in my chest.

In the living room, Charlie laughed on the rug as his new nanny rolled a ball back and forth with him. His little face glowed with innocence, so carefree, so untouched by the shadows crushing .

"Where’s Alpha Damien?" I asked, my voice calm though my pulse raced.

The nanny looked up politely. "He’s out, ma’am."

I nodded and lowered myself beside Charlie. I let him climb into my lap, hugged him close, and played with him, clinging to his laughter as it soothed my restless wolf. Yet my thoughts refused to leave the worry gnawing inside .

When Charlie’s attention fixed on his toys, I slipped away quietly. My heart pounded as I walked the hall toward Damien’s ho office.

At the door, I already knew it was locked. Damien never left his office unlocked when he was gone.

I stood there chewing my lip, questioning what I was even doing.

Still, my fingers reached for the keypad. I wondered if I still knew the code. Back when Damien and I had been together, the numbers were the date we first t. A bitter smile touched my lips at the mory. Surely he must have changed it by now. Why wouldn’t he?

But sothing inside urged to try anyway. My hand trembled as I pressed the digits.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

For a second, silence. Then—Click.

The lock released.

My breath lodged in my throat.

He hadn’t changed it. After all these years, after all that stood between us, the code was still the sa.

I slipped inside, closing the door softly behind . My heart pounded as I scanned the office. Quickly, I pulled open the first drawer, searching for... I didn’t even know what. A letter? A file? Anything to explain why Rebecca’s last call had been to him.

My hands shook as I sifted through docunts. Contracts. Reports. Nothing.

Then—Click.

The sound of the door unlocking.

I froze, ice flooding my veins.

"Looking for sothing?"

That voice. Low. Calm. Commanding.

Slowly, I turned. Damien filled the doorway, his tall fra cutting a dark silhouette across the dim light room. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and heavy, and my breath stilled.

He stepped inside, shutting the door with a slow, deliberate snap. "Tell , Sofia..." His gaze swept over the open drawer before pinning again. "What are you doing in my office?"

Panic surged through . I couldn’t admit the truth. I couldn’t tell him I was investigating him, not when I didn’t even know what he was hiding.

So I lied.

"I..." My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. "I ca to steal money."

His brows drew together, confusion flickering in his eyes.

I lowered my gaze, swallowing hard. "Things have been... hard for . And I needed money. So I thought... maybe..." My voice faltered, shaky, my wolf growling at for spinning such a pathetic excuse.

Silence pressed between us, heavy and suffocating. His expression was unreadable, impossible to decipher.

His eyes narrowed, sharp and searching, as if stripping away every layer of my lie. Then, to my surprise, his tone softened.

"I don’t keep cash here anymore," he said. "It’s in my room. Third drawer. If you needed money, Sofia, you should have just asked ."

The words almost sounded reasonable. But instead of relief, they twisted inside like a blade.

I lifted my chin, forcing a bitter laugh. "Asked you? You and I are enemies, Damien. We hardly even speak. Don’t pretend otherwise."

I turned to leave, but his voice stopped like a command.

"How much?"

I froze.

Slowly, I looked back at him. His gaze pinned , still unreadable. My lips parted before I could stop them. "Thirty thousand."

He nodded once, as if the number ant nothing. "I can give you that." He stepped closer, his presence thick and suffocating, his voice dropping lower. "But since you didn’t ask, you’ll give sothing in return."

My breath hitched. "What... what do you an?"

His hand lifted, fingers brushing across my lips, slow and deliberate. My heart hamred as his eyes darkened, trapping in place. I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. In truth, heat tingled across my skin, betraying .

"Nothing you can’t handle," he murmured. His thumb traced the corner of my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. "Suck ."

My eyes widened, breath catching.

"I’ve missed this mouth, Sofia," he whispered, his gaze fixed on my lips, thick with hunger. "And now I want you to remind just how good you are."