Sofia's POV

It had been two whole days.

Two days of silence.

Two days of waiting.

Two days of checking my phone every five minutes like a fool.

And still—not a single word from Damien.

It was as if he had wiped me out of his life.

Like I never existed.

Like we never loved.

Like I never gave him a son.

But what hurt the most was one question that wouldn't stop echoing in my chest:

Why hasn't he checked on his son?

Not even one call.

Not even one message.

Not even a "How is he?"

"What kind of father does that?" I whispered to myself.

My wolf growled inside me.

"A father who is angry."

She sounded annoyed at me.

I scoffed loudly. "Angry? He is angry? Really? Why? Because I found out what he did?"

My wolf hissed sharply. "Stop saying that, Sofia. You still don't have proof."

I rolled my eyes and turned away, hugging a pillow close to my chest.

Proof or not… my heart still hurt.

And the silence from Damien was eating me alive.

I didn't know which feeling was worse:

The fear that he hated me…

Or the fear that I might have truly lost him.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling when a soft knock came at my door.

I sighed. "Come in."

The door opened, and my mother stepped inside. Her face softened the moment she saw me.

"Oh, Sofia…" she whispered, walking closer. "What is wrong with you, my child? You have barely spoken since you came."

I turned my face to the wall. "I don't want to talk."

She sat on the edge of my bed. "Keeping things inside will only hurt you more. Talk to me. Let me help you."

I kept silent.

My mother reached out and touched my shoulder gently. "Sofia… Damien seems like a good man. I know he cares about you. Maybe you should think things through. Maybe you should let go of your bad temper and—"

I snapped around so fast that she flinched.

"Don't advise me," I spat. "You don't get to lecture me about relationships."

Her eyes widened. "Sofia—"

"No!" I cut her off, the words pouring out like fire. "I am NOT like you! I didn't sleep with my twin sister's husband!"

Her face paled instantly.

I didn't stop.

"You drugged him! You got pregnant by him! That is how I was born!"

"Sofia—!" she tried again, her voice breaking.

"You are the reason I have no father's family! You are the reason they hate me! You are the reason I grew up like a girl without a father."

Tears filled her eyes.

And for a second—

a tiny second—

I felt the guilt stab me.

But I wasn't done.

"So please," I said coldly, "don't stand there and pretend you are better than me. Don't tell me how to manage my life."

Her lip trembled. "I never pretended to be better than you. I only wanted to help."

"Well, I don't want your help," I said quietly, staring at the floor. "I want to be alone."

A long silence followed.

My mother slowly stood up, wiping her eyes.

"Sometimes," she whispered softly, "we push away the people who love us most. And sometimes… we regret it when it is too late."

She turned and walked out of the room before I could respond.

The door closed with a small click.

And then the guilt hit me again—sharp and painful.

I buried my face in my hands.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

I didn't want to bring back her past.

But… I wasn't in the mood to hear anything from anyone.

Not when Damien's silence was already killing me.

I hugged my knees tightly and whispered to myself:

"What am I going to do…?"

My wolf whispered inside me, her voice soft but firm.

"You can start by calling him."

I shook my head instantly. "No. Never. My pride won't let me do it."

But even as I said it, my chest tightened.

My pride was the only thing stopping me from breaking completely.

I stayed in my room the whole day, doing nothing—

not eating,

not watching TV,

not even talking to my mother.

I just held my pillow and stared at the wall.

My mind kept drifting back to him.

His silence.

His face when I stabbed him.

His eyes before he walked away.

His steps as he left the room.

The blood.

By evening, the weight on my chest felt too heavy.

My wolf whispered again.

"Just call him."

"No," I whispered back.

"Then you will lose him," she warned.

Something inside me twisted painfully.

My hand moved before I could stop myself.

I picked up my phone, scrolled to his number, and stared at it for a long time.

My heart thumped louder and louder.

Finally…

I hit call.

The ringing started.

Once…

Twice…

Three times…

"Pick up," I whispered.

Four rings…

Five…

I was just about to hang up when someone finally answered.

But neither of us spoke.

There was only silence.

I swallowed. "Damien… you don't even ask how your son is doing," I said shakily. "What kind of man are you?"

More silence.

Then—

A voice that wasn't Damien's.

"Sorry, Sofia. This is not Alpha Damien. This is his secretary."

My whole body froze.

The secretary.

The same woman he once claimed drugged him?

The same woman whose scent I smelled on him?

I clenched the phone harder. "Where is he?" I asked sharply.

I couldn't believe I was calling him that.

"I'm sorry," she said calmly. "Alpha Damien is very busy. He cannot take calls right now. He said he will call you when he is done."

Then she ended the call.

Just like that.

I stared at the screen, my heart breaking more and more with every breath.

My wolf growled painfully.

"He is with her."

I felt jealousy so strong it made my stomach twist.

Anger hit me.

Pain hit me harder.

My eyes burned.

"So that's why he hasn't called," I whispered. "He has moved on. He threw me away that easily."

I covered my mouth as a sob escaped.

He replaced me.

Just like that.

And with her of all people.

My chest hurt so much it felt like someone was squeezing my heart.

Then—

My phone vibrated again.

At first I ignored it. I thought it was some random message or alert.

But something made me look.

It wasn't a message.

It was an email.

From a strange, unknown address.

My hands shook as I clicked it open.

The first line made my breath stop completely.

"Dear Sofia…

This is Rebecca."

I froze.

My mind went blank.

My heart stopped beating for a full second.

Rebecca?

No.

No, this had to be a joke.

A mistake.

Someone messing with me.

But the email was still there…

The words still staring at me…

Dear Sofia…

This is Rebecca. If you received this mail, that means I am dead already.

My whole world tilted.