Sofia’s POV
It had been two whole days.
Two days of silence.
Two days of waiting.
Two days of checking my phone every five minutes like a fool.
And still—not a single word from Damien.
It was as if he had wiped out of his life.
Like I never existed.
Like we never loved.
Like I never gave him a son.
But what hurt the most was one question that wouldn’t stop echoing in my chest:
Why hasn’t he checked on his son?
Not even one call.
Not even one ssage.
Not even a "How is he?"
"What kind of father does that?" I whispered to myself.
My wolf growled inside .
"A father who is angry."
She sounded annoyed at .
I scoffed loudly. "Angry? He is angry? Really? Why? Because I found out what he did?"
My wolf hissed sharply. "Stop saying that, Sofia. You still don’t have proof."
I rolled my eyes and turned away, hugging a pillow close to my chest.
Proof or not... my heart still hurt.
And the silence from Damien was eating alive.
I didn’t know which feeling was worse:
The fear that he hated ...
Or the fear that I might have truly lost him.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling when a soft knock ca at my door.
I sighed. "Co in."
The door opened, and my mother stepped inside. Her face softened the mont she saw .
"Oh, Sofia..." she whispered, walking closer. "What is wrong with you, my child? You have barely spoken since you ca."
I turned my face to the wall. "I don’t want to talk."
She sat on the edge of my bed. "Keeping things inside will only hurt you more. Talk to . Let help you."
I kept silent.
My mother reached out and touched my shoulder gently. "Sofia... Damien seems like a good man. I know he cares about you. Maybe you should think things through. Maybe you should let go of your bad temper and—"
I snapped around so fast that she flinched.
"Don’t advise ," I spat. "You don’t get to lecture about relationships."
Her eyes widened. "Sofia—"
"No!" I cut her off, the words pouring out like fire. "I am NOT like you! I didn’t sleep with my twin sister’s husband!"
Her face paled instantly.
I didn’t stop.
"You drugged him! You got pregnant by him! That is how I was born!"
"Sofia—!" she tried again, her voice breaking.
"You are the reason I have no father’s family! You are the reason they hate ! You are the reason I grew up like a girl without a father."
Tears filled her eyes.
And for a second—
a tiny second—
I felt the guilt stab .
But I wasn’t done.
"So please," I said coldly, "don’t stand there and pretend you are better than . Don’t tell how to manage my life."
Her lip trembled. "I never pretended to be better than you. I only wanted to help."
"Well, I don’t want your help," I said quietly, staring at the floor. "I want to be alone."
A long silence followed.
My mother slowly stood up, wiping her eyes.
"Sotis," she whispered softly, "we push away the people who love us most. And sotis... we regret it when it is too late."
She turned and walked out of the room before I could respond.
The door closed with a small click.
And then the guilt hit again—sharp and painful.
I buried my face in my hands.
I didn’t an to hurt her.
I didn’t want to bring back her past.
But... I wasn’t in the mood to hear anything from anyone.
Not when Damien’s silence was already killing .
I hugged my knees tightly and whispered to myself:
"What am I going to do...?"
My wolf whispered inside , her voice soft but firm.
"You can start by calling him."
I shook my head instantly. "No. Never. My pride won’t let do it."
But even as I said it, my chest tightened.
My pride was the only thing stopping from breaking completely.
I stayed in my room the whole day, doing nothing—
not eating,
not watching TV,
not even talking to my mother.
I just held my pillow and stared at the wall.
My mind kept drifting back to him.
His silence.
His face when I stabbed him.
His eyes before he walked away.
His steps as he left the room.
The blood.
By evening, the weight on my chest felt too heavy.
My wolf whispered again.
"Just call him."
"No," I whispered back.
"Then you will lose him," she warned.
Sothing inside twisted painfully.
My hand moved before I could stop myself.
I picked up my phone, scrolled to his number, and stared at it for a long ti.
My heart thumped louder and louder.
Finally...
I hit call.
The ringing started.
Once...
Twice...
Three tis...
"Pick up," I whispered.
Four rings...
Five...
I was just about to hang up when soone finally answered.
But neither of us spoke.
There was only silence.
I swallowed. "Damien... you don’t even ask how your son is doing," I said shakily. "What kind of man are you?"
More silence.
Then—
A voice that wasn’t Damien’s.
"Sorry, Sofia. This is not Alpha Damien. This is his secretary."
My whole body froze.
The secretary.
The sa woman he once claid drugged him?
The sa woman whose scent I slled on him?
I clenched the phone harder. "Where is he?" I asked sharply.
I couldn’t believe I was calling him that.
"I’m sorry," she said calmly. "Alpha Damien is very busy. He cannot take calls right now. He said he will call you when he is done."
Then she ended the call.
Just like that.
I stared at the screen, my heart breaking more and more with every breath.
My wolf growled painfully.
"He is with her."
I felt jealousy so strong it made my stomach twist.
Anger hit .
Pain hit harder.
My eyes burned.
"So that’s why he hasn’t called," I whispered. "He has moved on. He threw away that easily."
I covered my mouth as a sob escaped.
He replaced .
Just like that.
And with her of all people.
My chest hurt so much it felt like soone was squeezing my heart.
Then—
My phone vibrated again.
At first I ignored it. I thought it was so random ssage or alert.
But sothing made look.
It wasn’t a ssage.
It was an email.
From a strange, unknown address.
My hands shook as I clicked it open.
The first line made my breath stop completely.
"Dear Sofia...
This is Rebecca."
I froze.
My mind went blank.
My heart stopped beating for a full second.
Rebecca?
No.
No, this had to be a joke.
A mistake.
Soone ssing with .
But the email was still there...
The words still staring at ...
Dear Sofia...
This is Rebecca. If you received this mail, that ans I am dead already.
My whole world tilted.
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