Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358: Scared

Sofia’s POV

"Olivia... please, I need your help," I said, panic spilling out of me. She was the only one I could think of in that moment, the only person I trusted enough to call.

"Where are you?" she asked immediately, her voice sharp with urgency.

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling too fast. "I’m in Damien’s mansion," I answered quickly, almost stumbling over my words.

I heard movement on her end, a shuffle like she was already on her feet. "I’ll be there in a minute." Her voice was steady, but I could feel the edge of worry behind it.

The link cut, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My hands trembled as I pressed them to my knees. My heart wouldn’t slow down—it pounded harder and harder, echoing in my ears. My wolf whispered inside me, urging me to breathe, to stay calm... but I couldn’t. I was terrified. Too many thoughts were running through my mind, dark and heavy.

I sat on the couch, fingers twisting together, and every second felt like an hour.

Then—light flared in front of me. A sharp ripple in the air.

Olivia appeared, her form solidifying right before my eyes. She stood tall, her eyes already searching me, sharp and full of concern.

The moment Olivia appeared, the tears I had been holding back broke free. I shot up from the couch, clutching her arms before she could even speak.

"Olivia..." My voice shook, filled with panic. "Since I woke up this morning, I haven’t seen Damien or our son. It’s already past four... and they’re still not back."

Her brows furrowed instantly, but I rushed on before she could calm me.

"I’ve called him. Over and over." My hands trembled as I gripped her tighter, my breath hitching. "He isn’t answering. Not once. I don’t know where they are. I don’t know what’s happening." My chest tightened, a sob slipping out. "What if he’s taken him away from me? What if Damien decided—"

The words cut off in my throat, strangled by fear. My knees weakened, and I collapsed back onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My wolf whimpered inside me, unsettled by the hollow ache where my son’s presence should have been near.

"I’m scared, Olivia," I whispered through my tears. "So scared."

Olivia sat beside me and rubbed her hand gently against my back, her presence comforting me, but my chest still felt tight.

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