Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Chased

Damien’s POV

The moment Sofia stepped out of my room, the silence hit me like a punch to the chest.

I stood there with my back turned, breathing hard, pretending I didn’t care.

But I cared.

Too much.

I closed my eyes and let out a slow, shaky sigh.

I was angry.

Furious.

Broken.

But gods... I still loved her.

Even after everything... the pain, the doubts, the stabbing... a part of me still wanted to pull her close and tell her everything would be fine.

I dragged a hand down my face and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I need to calm down," I muttered.

My wolf growled in my head, restless, pacing, snapping.

"Mate is hurting," he snarled. "Go to her."

"No," I whispered back. "Not now. I’ll make it worse."

I forced myself to breathe.

Forced myself to stay still.

Forced myself to hold the anger instead of the truth:

I wanted to go after her immediately.

But I told myself—

Give her space.

Give yourself space.

Think first.

Calm down before you talk again.

I leaned back and closed my eyes.

My chest ached.

My wolf whimpered.

Then—

A sound cut through the quiet.

A car engine.

Starting.

Moving.

Driving away.

My eyes snapped open.

"What...?"

I stood quickly and walked toward the window.

A black car was rolling down the driveway...

With her inside.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

"No. No, no, no—what the hell—"

I rushed out of the room. I ran down the staircase so fast I almost slipped. I shoved past two startled guards and burst through the front doors.

But the car was already halfway down the driveway.

"Sofia!" I shouted.

Nothing.

The engine grew louder as it picked up speed.

My wolf roared inside me.

"GO!"

And that was all it took.

I bolted forward, shifting slightly, my wolf pushing my muscles, my speed, my strength.

I sprinted down the driveway, feet hitting the ground with enough force to crack stone.

"Sofia!" I yelled again, breathless, desperate.

The car kept moving.

My chest burned.

My legs pushed harder.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t plan.

I just ran.

Ran like losing her again would kill me.

The driver must have seen me... because the brake lights flickered.

Inside the car, I saw movement.

A head turning.

Her.

She turned.

Her eyes widened through the back window.

And I kept running—

Faster.

Harder.

As if my entire world was trying to leave me behind.

My lungs burned.

My legs felt like fire.

But nothing—nothing—could stop me from chasing that car.

Not when she was inside.

Not when she was leaving me again.

"Sofia!" I shouted, pushing harder.

The car slowed only a little, but not enough.

My wolf growled furiously.

"FASTER!"

I obeyed.

The distance between us closed in sharp, painful seconds.

My breath came out ragged.

My heart slammed so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Finally—

My hand grabbed the back of the car.

The driver gasped and slammed the brakes.

The car jerked to a stop.

I nearly hit the trunk, but I caught myself and rushed to the back window.

Sofia’s face turned toward me, eyes wide, lips trembling.

"Damien..." she whispered, barely audible through the glass.

I didn’t wait.

I ran around the passenger side and pulled the door open.

"Sofia," I said sharply, chest heaving, "what do you think you’re doing?!"

Her eyes filled with tears immediately—fresh ones, scared ones, broken ones.

"I... I have to go," she whispered, hugging her bag.

My jaw tightened. "Why?"

She swallowed hard, her chin trembling. "Because you hate me."

Her voice cracked.

"And you will hate this baby too."

I froze.

My wolf went still, silent, but burning with sudden alertness.

"...baby?" I repeated slowly, my heart pounding now for an entirely different reason.

Sofia’s breath hitched. She looked away, wiping her face, trying and failing to hide the test kit box half-sticking out of her bag.

But I saw it.

Her breath shuddered.

"But I’d prefer you don’t run at all."

The driver scrambled out of the car the moment I pulled Sofia into my arms.

"Alpha—I’m sorry! I didn’t know—she just said—your orders were—"

I didn’t even look at him.

"Shut up," I said flatly.

He froze immediately, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched the ground.

But I didn’t waste another second on him.

I turned to Sofia, her face pale and streaked with dried tears, her small hands clutching my shirt like she was scared I might disappear.

"Sofia," I said softly, "let’s go home."

Her breath hitched. For a moment she looked like she might faint again.

Then she whispered, "Okay."

I didn’t enter the car.

I didn’t let her walk.

Instead—I lifted her off the ground, one arm under her knees, the other around her back.

She gasped. "D-Damien—"

"Quiet," I murmured. "You’re mine. And you’re pregnant. I’m not letting you walk."

She sniffed and hid her face in my chest.

And I held her tighter.

My wolf purred so loudly inside me I felt it in my bones.

I started walking toward the mansion.

The staff at the front door froze.

Their eyes widened. Some covered their mouths. Some bowed instantly. Some whispered her name in shock.

"Sofia..." "She came back..." "The Alpha is carrying her..." "Oh Goddess..."

I ignored them all.

I carried her through the hall, up the stairs, and straight into my room. The room I kicked her out of minutes ago. The room she cried outside of. The room I told her to leave.

Now—I placed her gently on my bed.

She looked so small there. So fragile. So scared.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for me.

"Damien..." she whispered, "I’m... I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t—"

I sat beside her and touched her cheek, wiping a tear that escaped.

"I forgive you."

She froze.

Her lips parted.

She stared at me like she couldn’t understand the words.

But I repeated slowly,

"I forgive you, Sofia."

A sob escaped her. She covered her mouth, tears rolling again.

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers.

"You made a mistake," I whispered. "A terrible one. But so did I. I should have protected Rebecca. I should have looked deeper. I should have trusted you enough to explain everything before it got this far."

She shook her head. "No... no, Damien... it was my fault. All of it."

"Enough," I said gently.

I reached down and placed my palm on her stomach.

Soft. Warm. Carrying my child.

"Our son..." I said slowly, "and this baby..."

Her breath caught. She placed her hand over mine, shaking.

"...they are our family."

Her tears fell harder.

I lifted her chin so she would look at me.

"Sofia," I said gently but firmly, "come with me. Stay with me. Let’s raise our children together. No more running. No more lies. No more fear."

Her lips trembled. "Damien... do you really want me?"