Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 516

Chapter 516: His Reaction

Sofia’s POV

While my heart beat like a drum, I stared at Damien, who was bleeding profusely, the knife still pierced in his chest. For a moment, time stood still. Everything around me disappeared. There were no walls, no table, no air... just me staring at Damien, and Damien staring at the knife that was killing him.

My wolf whined loudly inside me, the sound echoing in my head. It hurt. It really hurt. A deep ache sat in the center of my chest, like something heavy had been dropped on my heart. For a tiny second... I regretted it.

Just a tiny second.

But then the truth came back—Rebecca.

The baby.

The betrayal.

The lies.

The murder.

And just like that, the regret faded.

Slowly, painfully, Damien wrapped his fingers around the knife handle. His hand shook. He gritted his teeth. And then he pulled the knife out of his chest.

He let the knife fall from his hand. It hit the floor with a sharp clink, bouncing once before lying still. More blood spilled down his shirt, dripping onto the floor and forming a small dark puddle.

A few guards and maids rushed into the hall after hearing the noise. They gasped loudly when they saw the blood, the shattered plate, and Damien standing there with an open wound. Some covered their mouths. Some trembled. But none of them dared to move closer.

Nobody wanted to get between an Alpha and his mate.

Not even now.

Damien lifted his eyes finally—slowly, like it took strength just to look up. His gaze met mine.

I expected anger.

I expected a roar.

I expected him to shout, to yell, to threaten, to punish, to grab me—

But he did none of those things.

He didn’t move to hit me.

He didn’t scream at me.

He didn’t ask why.

He didn’t even look surprised anymore.

Instead... he just stared at me for a long, silent second.

A second that felt like a whole lifetime.

His eyes—those dark eyes I used to find safety in—looked empty. Not furious. Not hateful. Just tired. Like something inside him had broken.

And then... he turned around.

No words.

No reaction.

No fight.

He simply walked away.

His steps were slow at first, like each one hurt his chest. Then he grew steadier, but the blood kept dripping behind him, marking the floor with dark red stains as he moved down the hallway.

I just stood there, frozen, numb, and shaking.

My legs felt weak as I watched Damien disappear down the hallway, leaving a long line of blood behind him like a red ribbon. The whole house stayed silent, everyone too afraid to speak. My own breath felt loud in my ears.

The guards didn’t follow.

The maids didn’t speak.

Nobody moved.

They all stared at the trail of blood that Damien left behind... and I stared at his back as it disappeared around the corner.

The world felt too quiet.

Too heavy.

Too wrong.

And in that terrifying silence... I realized something.

I might be in big trouble.

I swallowed hard and slowly turned away. My hands were shaking. My heart felt like it was twisting itself into tiny painful knots.

I walked back to my room. My steps felt slow, heavy, like my feet didn’t want to move. When I finally reached my door, I closed it and leaned against it, breathing fast. My chest hurt. My head hurt. Everything inside me felt wrong.

I sat on my bed, hugging my arms around my body.

I knew Damien would live.

He had the best healers.

He was strong.

A knife wouldn’t kill him.

But that didn’t stop the fear.

Because now he knew.

He knew someone told me the truth.

He knew I didn’t trust him.

He knew I knew he killed Rebecca.

What would he do to me now?

I lay down, staring at the ceiling. But my eyes refused to close. Every time I tried to rest, another thought jumped into my head. Another fear. Another memory.

That man’s voice on the phone.

Rebecca’s smile.

The scarf.

The body exchange.

Damien walking away with blood dripping on the floor.

My wolf finally spoke inside me, her voice soft and serious.

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