Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Chased

Damien’s POV

The moment Sofia stepped out of my room, the silence hit me like a punch to the chest.

I stood there with my back turned, breathing hard, pretending I didn’t care.

But I cared.

Too much.

I closed my eyes and let out a slow, shaky sigh.

I was angry.

Furious.

Broken.

But gods... I still loved her.

Even after everything... the pain, the doubts, the stabbing... a part of me still wanted to pull her close and tell her everything would be fine.

I dragged a hand down my face and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I need to calm down," I muttered.

My wolf growled in my head, restless, pacing, snapping.

"Mate is hurting," he snarled. "Go to her."

"No," I whispered back. "Not now. I’ll make it worse."

I forced myself to breathe.

Forced myself to stay still.

Forced myself to hold the anger instead of the truth:

I wanted to go after her immediately.

But I told myself—

Give her space.

Give yourself space.

Think first.

Calm down before you talk again.

I leaned back and closed my eyes.

My chest ached.

My wolf whimpered.

Then—

A sound cut through the quiet.

A car engine.

Starting.

Moving.

Driving away.

My eyes snapped open.

"What...?"

I stood quickly and walked toward the window.

A black car was rolling down the driveway...

With her inside.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

"No. No, no, no—what the hell—"

I rushed out of the room. I ran down the staircase so fast I almost slipped. I shoved past two startled guards and burst through the front doors.

But the car was already halfway down the driveway.

"Sofia!" I shouted.

Nothing.

The engine grew louder as it picked up speed.

My wolf roared inside me.

"GO!"

And that was all it took.

I bolted forward, shifting slightly, my wolf pushing my muscles, my speed, my strength.

I sprinted down the driveway, feet hitting the ground with enough force to crack stone.

"Sofia!" I yelled again, breathless, desperate.

The car kept moving.

My chest burned.

My legs pushed harder.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t plan.

I just ran.

Ran like losing her again would kill me.

The driver must have seen me... because the brake lights flickered.

Inside the car, I saw movement.

A head turning.

Her.

She turned.

Her eyes widened through the back window.

And I kept running—

Faster.

Harder.

As if my entire world was trying to leave me behind.

My lungs burned.

My legs felt like fire.

But nothing—nothing—could stop me from chasing that car.

Not when she was inside.

Not when she was leaving me again.

"Sofia!" I shouted, pushing harder.

The car slowed only a little, but not enough.

My wolf growled furiously.

"FASTER!"

I obeyed.

The distance between us closed in sharp, painful seconds.

My breath came out ragged.

My heart slammed so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Finally—

My hand grabbed the back of the car.

The driver gasped and slammed the brakes.

The car jerked to a stop.

I nearly hit the trunk, but I caught myself and rushed to the back window.

Sofia’s face turned toward me, eyes wide, lips trembling.

"Damien..." she whispered, barely audible through the glass.

I didn’t wait.

I ran around the passenger side and pulled the door open.

"Sofia," I said sharply, chest heaving, "what do you think you’re doing?!"

Her eyes filled with tears immediately—fresh ones, scared ones, broken ones.

"I... I have to go," she whispered, hugging her bag.

My jaw tightened. "Why?"

She swallowed hard, her chin trembling. "Because you hate me."

Her voice cracked.

"And you will hate this baby too."

I froze.

My wolf went still, silent, but burning with sudden alertness.

"...baby?" I repeated slowly, my heart pounding now for an entirely different reason.

Sofia’s breath hitched. She looked away, wiping her face, trying and failing to hide the test kit box half-sticking out of her bag.

But I saw it.

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