Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517: Sent Away

Sofia’s POV

I packed slowly, my hands shaking the whole time. Every shirt I folded felt heavy. Every drawer I closed sounded too loud. The maid stood quietly by the door, waiting for me, her head down. She did not look at me—maybe because she already knew what had happened last night.

My little boy sat on the bed, sleepy and rubbing his eyes.

"Mama... where we going?" he asked softly.

I forced a smile and kissed his forehead. "We’re going to visit Grandma," I said quietly.

He nodded and reached for his small backpack. He was only two and a half, but he understood when something felt strange. His eyes watched me the whole time, confused and worried.

When I finished packing, I took one deep breath and walked out of the room. My legs felt weak, like they didn’t want to move. The maid followed behind me with the bags.

Downstairs, two guards were already waiting.

I cleared my throat. "Where is Alpha Damien?"

One guard bowed his head. "Alpha Damien left early this morning, my lady."

My heart dropped. "Left? Where?"

"We do not know," the guard answered. "But he left orders. We are to take you and the young master safely to the private jet. He said no one must trouble you."

No one must trouble you.

The words hit me like a punch. Was that his final message? Was he done with me? Did he hate me now? Or... was he planning to hurt me.

I didn’t know.

I picked up my son, holding him close, and walked outside. The air felt cold. Too cold. My chest felt tight, like something inside me was shrinking.

The guards walked behind me as we approached the car. It wasn’t the usual big pack Jeep. This one was smaller, quiet, and clean—almost like he didn’t want attention.

The door was opened for me.

"Careful, my lady," the maid whispered before stepping back.

I climbed inside with my son on my lap. The guards closed the door, got into the front, and soon, the car started moving.

My son looked around with big, curious eyes.

"Mama... where father?"

I froze. My throat closed.

"He... he had to go somewhere," I whispered.

He frowned in that cute little way he always did. "Dada come back?"

I looked out the window so he wouldn’t see the pain in my eyes.

"I don’t know," I whispered softly.

The drive to the private airstrip felt long. Too long. My heart kept pounding. Every turn of the car made me more nervous. My mind kept screaming:

What if this is a trick?

What if he is angry?

What if he plans to kill me?

But nothing happened. No guards grabbed me. No threats came. No messages. No anger.

Just silence.

And that silence hurt more than a thousand screams.

When we reached the airstrip, the jet was already waiting. The stairs were down. The pilot stood near the entrance and bowed when he saw me.

"Welcome, Luna," he said quietly. "We will leave as soon as you are ready."

Luna.

It felt wrong hearing that word now—like the title didn’t belong to me anymore.

I held my son’s hand tightly and walked up the stairs. He hopped beside me, his little backpack bouncing on his shoulder.

Inside, the jet smelled like clean leather and cold air. The seats were soft. The lights were low.

"Wow..." my son whispered. "Plane!"

"Yes," I said softly. "Plane."

The guards handed my bags to the attendants and bowed before leaving.

The door closed.

The engines started.

And before I knew it, we were in the air.

I sat by the window, watching the clouds outside. My son leaned on my arm, playing with his little toy car.

But I didn’t feel anything. Not joy. Not fear. Not relief.

Just emptiness.

I rested my forehead on the cold window and closed my eyes. My heart felt too heavy. My mind wouldn’t stop racing.

Last night replayed over and over:

Damien pulling the knife from his chest...

Damien walking away...

The blood on the floor...

His empty eyes...

His silence...

Him sending me away without a word...

My wolf whispered softly inside me:

"He didn’t punish you.

He didn’t lock you away.

He didn’t shout.

He didn’t even ask who told you."

I swallowed hard.

"Maybe he hates me now," I whispered.

"No," my wolf answered. "If he hated you... you wouldn’t be on this plane."

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