327 Involving Damien

    327 Involving Damien

    The boy stirred faintly, hisshes fluttering before settling again. Damien’s bgaze /bbtraced /bhis features–the curve of his cheek, every line that seemed achingly familiarb. /b

    “And after this is over, Sofia… you will answer to me.

    “How old is he, Sofia?”

    “Damien…” she breathed, relief and hesitation tangled in her voice.

    I led him forward without a word, my steps fast and panicked. The moment we entered Sofia’s room, she looked up from the bedside, her face pale and drawn.

    Damien’s jaw flexed, and I saw his nostrils re again as he drew in a long, slow breath, like he was forcing himself to keep hisposure. His thumb brushed the boy’s hand onest time before he let go.

    When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough, and dangerous in its restraint.

    Without a word, he straightened to his full height, his Dominating presence suddenly filling the small room.

    His wolf had recognized the little boy.

    His wolf had imed the boy in an instant–his blood, his kin.

    “Don’t,” he cut her off, his eyes never leaving the boy. “Don’t lie to me.”

    “He… he needs a bone marrow transnt. The doctors say he won’tst much longer without it. They… they believe you are his match.”

    Slowly, Damien approached the little boy, his eyes fixed on him. I stared at Sofia and saw the unease in her… she was so terrified.

    He didn’t need anyone to tell him.

    “Damien… this isn’t-

    Sofia’s eyes darted to mine, filled with panic and something else… shame. She hesitated, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts, before she gave the smallest, trembling nod.

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    Her breathing hitched, and I could feel the tension in the room tighten blike /ba bwire /babout to snap.

    b“/bOlivia?” he said slowly, as though unsure if I was real. “How the hell-”

    We appeared in the hallway outside the children’s ward, and Damien’s head bsnapped /btoward the sudden sounds of nurses moving, quiet beeps from heart monitors.

    Damien’s nostrils red as he took in her confession, his gaze flicking back to the bboy/bb. /bHis hand remained on the child’s, but his grip had softened, his thumb brushing blightly /bover the small fingers.

    She twisted the bedsheet in her fist. “I found out the truth about us–about our bloodlines. That we were… rted, even if distant. And with the enmity between our families… I panicked.” Her eyes glistened, guilt thick in every word. “I thought if bI /bstayed, it would destroy both of us. So I left. And I couldn’t tell you about the pregnancy… I was afraid you’d try to keep me there, that you’d force me to choose between my safety and…” Her voice trailed off, trembling. “…and him.”

    I found myself standing in the middle of Damien’s office, my heart pounding. I didn’t even know how I’d gotten here–all I had done was think about him, and the next moment, I’d teleported.

    “How… how is this possible?” He finally turned toward Sofia, the storm in his gaze impossible to read. “The healers told me years ago I couldn’t get any woman pregnant. It wasn’t until a few months ago I was told I was healed.” His words were sharp, like each one scraped against him as it left his mouth. “So tell me, Sofia–how?”

    Damien’s jaw clenched, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. His gaze stayed fixed on the boy, his eyes filled with a million emotions. Sofia’s grip on the bedsheet tightened, and for a moment, no one moved or spoke. D

    The beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence again.

    Damien’s steps were slow, almost predatory, as if each movement was controlled to keep his wolf from pushing forward. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his shadow falling over the small, fragile body.

    I noticed Alpha Damien inhaled deeply before he asked, “What is wrong with him?”

    I shook my head. “I can’t exin here. Just trust me ande.”

    b327 /bbInvolving /bbDamien /b

    He bturned /btoward the door, but paused, ncing bback /bat bSofia/b. bHis /bvoice dropped to low bgrowl/b.

    “You should have told me,” he said finally, his voice quieter but heavier, as if it bcarried /bthe weight of years lost.

    “Olivia-

    Sofia’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her knuckles were white where she clutched the nket.

    Something in my tone must have convinced him, because he set the papers aside band /bmoved toward me without another word. I reached for his arm, the power thrumming in my veins again, and the next second, we were gone.

    “I’m going to see the doctor,” he said, his tone clipped and cold, every syble brimming withmand. “We’re getting this operation done immediately.”

    Sofia’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. For a moment, she couldn’t seem to speak, her eyes darting from Damien’s face to the little boy lying between them.

    Damien’s jaw worked, but he didn’t interrupt.

    Sofia’s breath hitched, and I saw the faintest tremor in her hands. She knew exactly what Damien’s fury meant, and that there would be no escaping it once their son was safe.

    Damien didn’t wait for permission beyond that. He moved closer, lowering himself into the chair beside the bed. Hisrge hand hovered above the boy’s small one for a long moment, as though afraid to touch. Then, gently, his fingers closed around the child’s.

    Olivia’s POV

    Damien’s hand tightened around the boy’s, his eyes never leaving the small face before him. His voice came out low, thick with disbelief.

    He hesitated, still looking like he was trying to process my sudden appearance.

    His brows knitted together, confusion shing across his face. “Sofia? What happened?”

    He froze for half a heartbeat, his gaze locking on her. Worry red in his eyes, the kind that came from deep, old ties. But then… his attention dropped to the small figure

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    lying in the bed. His pupils widened, locking on the bboy’s /bface as bthough /bbthe /bbrest /bbof /bthe room had vanished.

    Sofia’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I know.”

    “There’s no time for questions,” I cut in, my tone sharp. “Sofia needs your help. Now

    Sofia swallowed hard, her voice small but steady enough to answer.

    “Damien!” I snapped, my voice raising with impatience. “This isn’t a request.”

    The threat wasn’t shouted–it didn’t have to be. It was a promise, one she clearly understood.

    “I…” Her voice cracked, and she had to start again. “I was a few weeks pregnant when I left.”

    I stepped closer to Sofia, my voice calm but firm. “You’ll lose him if you don’t let Damien help. Whatever your fears are–they won’t matter if he’s gone.”

    He was mid–sentence with someone, a stack of papers in his hand, when he froze. His

    widened in disbelief. eyes

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