Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524: Mark Me

Damien’s POV

I didn’t answer with words. I pulled her into my arms, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Then I whispered against her hair, "I want you, Sofia. You. Our son. This baby. Our family."

Her arms wrapped around me slowly... then tightly. She buried her face in my neck and nodded, crying softly.

"I’ll stay," she whispered. "I’ll stay with you."

"I promise."

I held her tighter, closed my eyes, and breathed her in. She was home. My mate. My love. The mother of my children. And this time—I would never let her go.

I held her. Tighter. Closer. My wolf was pacing inside me, desperate to pull her even deeper into my arms, but I forced myself to stay gentle. She had been through enough. We both had.

After a moment, she pulled back slightly, her red eyes meeting mine.

"Damien..." she whispered, voice shaky.

I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes?"

She stared at me for a long second. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.

Soft. Warm. Barely a touch at first—like she was asking permission.

My breath hitched.

Then she kissed me again—harder, fuller—her hands sliding up to my jaw, her body pressing closer like she couldn’t hold back anymore.

I let out a low sound in my chest. A sound that came from both me and my wolf.

I cupped her face and kissed her back deeply, tasting her tears and her need and her apology all at once. She moved on my lap, her hands gripping my shirt as if she wanted to climb into my soul.

"Sofia..." I murmured against her lips, breath uneven.

She kissed me again, desperate, trembling.

I broke the kiss suddenly, pressing my forehead to hers.

She blinked, confused, lips still parted.

"Why did you stop?" she whispered.

I exhaled slowly, struggling to keep control.

"You need to rest," I said quietly, brushing her cheek with my thumb. "You’re pregnant. You cried earlier. Your body is exhausted and—"

"No," she breathed.

Her hands clutched the sides of my face. Then she kissed me again. Deeper. Harder. Like she was pouring everything she had left into me.

"Sofia..." I whispered, but the sound died against her mouth.

She pulled back only enough to speak, her voice shaking.

"I want you," she whispered. "I want you, Damien. Please... don’t push me away again."

Her words hit me straight in the chest.

My wolf growled with approval.

I swallowed hard, staring at her—my mate, crying, begging, trembling in my arms.

"Sofia..." I whispered, voice cracking slightly. "I’m trying to be careful with you."

"I don’t want you to be careful," she whispered back, brushing her lips along my jaw. "I want you."

Her hands slid around my neck. Her lips found mine again.

"I want you to mark me."

Those words hit me harder than any wound, any betrayal, any pain she ever caused.

My wolf pushed so hard against my chest that I had to grit my teeth to keep him from taking over completely.

"Sofia..." I whispered, my voice rough. "Are you sure?"

She nodded—slow, certain, beautiful.

"I want to be yours fully."

She didn’t blink. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t look away.

"I’m sure," she said again, softer this time. "I want you. I want our family. I want this bond."

My heart—my cold, angry, hurting heart—shook inside my chest.

"Say it one more time," I murmured, my voice barely a breath. "So I know you’re not afraid."

Her lips trembled lightly against mine as she whispered, "Mark me, Damien. Please. I want to be yours."

Every last bit of control I had left broke.

I pulled her onto my lap, holding her as if my life depended on it. She gasped softly as her arms wrapped around my neck.

Her scent—sweet, warm, familiar—wrapped around me like a spell.

I pressed my forehead to hers and let my wolf rise, let him breathe through me, let him speak through the growl in my chest.

"You will be mine," I whispered.

"I am already yours," she breathed.

I lowered my lips to her neck—the spot just above her shoulder where the mark belonged. The spot where her scent was strongest. The place my wolf had dreamed of for months.

I kissed it softly.

Once.

Twice.

Her breath shuddered. Her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me closer, whispering my name in a way that made every part of me tremble.

I kissed the spot again—slow and reverent—feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.

Then I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

"Last chance," I whispered, my voice almost shaking. "If I mark you, you are mine forever."

Her eyes glowed with certainty.

"I want forever with you."

That was all I needed.

I lowered my mouth toward her neck—my wolf surging forward, ready to complete what fate started the day we met.

And I marked her.