Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: His Daughter

Olivia’s POV

The next day, Adrian’s men came for me.

I got into the car without hesitation, settling into the back seat as the doors closed softly behind me. The convoy pulled away smoothly, heading toward his territory. It was a long drive—almost two hours. I could have teleported there in seconds, but I didn’t.

This was my first time visiting him.

I wanted to do this the normal way.

The road stretched on, trees blurring past the windows. My thoughts kept drifting back to her. I was nervous about what I was going to do... how I was going to help her.

When we finally arrived, the black SUV rolled through tall gates and into a vast estate.

Adrian’s pack house.

As the car slowed to a stop, I noticed him immediately.

Adrian was already waiting outside.

He wasn’t dressed like an Alpha King today. No formal coat. No symbols of power. Just black jeans and a fitted black shirt, his sleeves pushed up casually. He looked... human.

Almost nervous.

The door opened, and I stepped out.

He moved toward me at once. "Olivia," he said warmly. "Thank you for coming."

I nodded. "I said I would."

His shoulders relaxed, and a soft smile crossed his face. "She’s in her room," he said gently. "Would you like to see her now?"

"Yes," I replied without hesitation.

He led me inside.

The pack house was quiet. Peaceful. Too quiet for a place meant to hold a child.

We stopped in front of a white door.

Adrian hesitated, then knocked lightly. "Sweetheart?"

The door opened.

And there she was.

The moment her eyes landed on me... she smiled.

A real smile.

Small, but bright.

My breath caught.

Even Adrian froze beside me, clearly shocked.

"She..." he whispered, unable to finish the sentence.

The little girl didn’t speak. Instead, she stepped aside and tapped the empty space beside her bed, looking straight at me.

It was an invitation for me to sit.

I swallowed and walked in slowly, sitting where she pointed.

She climbed up beside me, then reached for her iPad. Her small fingers moved carefully as she typed something out.

She turned the screen toward me.

My name is Elara.

My chest tightened.

"That’s a beautiful name," I said softly. "I’m Olivia."

Her lips curved into a bigger smile. She typed again, faster this time.

I like you.

I felt my eyes burn.

Before I could respond, she added more words.

Can you be my new mommy?

The room went completely still.

Adrian sucked in a sharp breath behind us.

My heart shattered.

I didn’t answer right away. I turned fully toward her, meeting her eyes.

"No, my dear."

Her smile faded just a little.

"But," I continued softly, "I can be your friend. I can sit with you. Talk to you. Be here when you need someone."

She stared at me for a long moment.

Then she nodded.

My eyes drifted to the paper beside her bed.

She had been drawing.

I leaned closer without touching it at first, afraid to startle her.

It was beautiful.

"You drew this?" I asked softly.

Elara nodded.

A slow, careful nod.

"You’re very talented," I said honestly. "This is really beautiful."

Her shoulders lifted just a little, like she was proud but shy about it.

I smiled at her. "Would you like to try something with me?"

She tilted her head, curious.

"You don’t have to," I added quickly. "Only if you want to."

She thought for a moment... then nodded again.

"Okay," I said gently. "Can we try using your voice? Just small words. Simple ones. Like yes or no."

Her fingers tightened slightly around the iPad.

I waited.

"I’ll ask you something very easy," I said. "And you can answer any way you like. With your voice... or with your head. Either is fine."

She looked at me closely.

Then she nodded.

"Do you like drawing?" I asked softly.

Her lips parted.

Nothing came out at first.

She swallowed.

Her brows pulled together like she was fighting something inside her.

I didn’t rush her.

Didn’t look at Adrian.

Didn’t breathe too loud.

Then—very softly—barely louder than a breath—"Y"... yes."

The sound was shaky. Broken. But it was there.

A word.

My eyes burned instantly.

"That’s perfect," I whispered. "You did so well."

Elara’s eyes widened, like she couldn’t believe she had done it.

Behind me, I heard Adrian choke back a sob.

She looked at him, then back at me, and smiled boldly.

Behind me, I felt it.

Adrian.

He had turned away.

His shoulders were shaking.

He didn’t make a sound, but I could feel his pain and his relief crashing into each other.

Elara looked past me, her eyes landing on her father.

She tilted her head.

"There was an attack," he went on. "A rival pack. We thought the borders were secure. We were wrong." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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