Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: The Man

Sofia’s POV

The car finally stopped right in front of Damien’s pack house.

My heart jumped inside me.

I had left this place only a few days ago, but it felt like I had been gone for years. Everything looked the same, but today it felt different. Today it felt cold.

I stepped out slowly.

I didn’t bring our son.

I didn’t want him near Damien until I knew how Damien would react to seeing me.

Or if he even wanted to see me at all.

My legs shook as I climbed down from the car.

Two guards opened the doors automatically... but their eyes widened when they saw me.

"L–Lady Sofia?" one whispered.

I forced a smile. "Where is Alpha Damien?"

They shared a look—an uneasy one—and did not answer.

My chest tightened.

Fear started crawling inside me again.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

As I stepped into the main hall, a few maids stopped walking. One girl almost dropped the plates in her hand. Everyone... everyone looked shocked.

They whispered softly among themselves.

"She came back..."

I pretended not to hear.

Then suddenly—a loud scream tore through the air.

A man’s scream.

A scream filled with pain.

"AHHHHHHHHH—!!!"

I flinched hard, my hand going to my chest.

"What... what was that?" I asked one of the maids.

She froze, eyes wide, and shook her head. "I-I don’t know..."

But I knew she was lying.

They all knew what was happening.

And they were terrified.

Another scream followed, louder this time.

My whole body turned cold.

"Where is Damien?" I demanded.

No one answered.

But the screams...

They were coming from below.

From deep inside the mansion.

From the basement.

My feet moved on their own.

Past the maids.

Past the guards.

Past the long hallway.

The screams guided me like a rope.

I opened the heavy door that led to the underground hall.

Another scream echoed through the walls.

I stepped down the stairs slowly... one step... then the next... until I reached the basement door.

The screaming stopped.

The silence was worse.

I pushed the door open.

And what I saw made my breath break into sharp pieces.

There—

in the middle of the room—

was a man tied to a chair.

He was shaking.

His shirt was torn.

His skin was burned.

Sweat and tears mixed on his face.

And Damien...

Damien stood in front of him.

Holding a burning coal rod in his hand.

He was sweating.

His shirt was stained with blood.

The wound I gave him was hidden beneath the fabric, but I could see the pain on his face.

He looked tired.

He looked angry.

He looked dangerous.

He looked like an Alpha who had lost control.

I froze.

"Damien..." I whispered.

He turned.

His eyes widened for half a second—

half a second—like he didn’t know whether to be shocked... or furious... or hurt.

Then...

His expression went blank.

Completely blank.

He looked right at me.

Right into my eyes.

And then...

He looked away.

He didn’t say my name.

He didn’t ask why I was here.

He didn’t ask where our son was.

He didn’t even ask if I was okay.

He just... looked past me.

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