Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 266: How It Happened (Damien’s)

Louis’s POV

The moment we stepped into the living room, Lennox barked, his voice sharp and filled with anger.

"Mother! Father! Damien!" he roared, loud enough to shake the walls. "Get in here—NOW!"

His chest was heaving, his fists clenched, and his eyes were glowing with rage.

Levi and I stood beside him, silent, but equally seething. We knew exactly what this was about.

We needed answers.

And this time, no one was leaving this room until every secret was dragged out into the light.

Footsteps echoed on the stairs. Damien appeared first. I didn’t waste a second—I attacked him and smashed my fist into his face.

Our parents, who had just entered, froze in shock, but before Damien could even stumble back from the blow, I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him forward, and snarled right into his face.

"How dare you!" I spat in rage. My wolf growled angrily inside me.

"You changed Olivia’s face with Rebecca’s and made us believe she was dead! You bastard!" I spat with pain and anger. It hurt so much that our favorite uncle could stab us this way. "You knew who Olivia was all this while, didn’t you? Speak! Fucking speak!" I yelled.

But Damien didn’t flinch; he didn’t even look startled—like he’d been waiting for this confrontation all along.

Damien pulled my hand away from his collar and arranged his shirt before darting his eyes between me and my brothers. "I’ll go straight to the point without cutting corners," he said casually.

My glare deepened. My wolf howled, rattling my bones, but I forced myself to stand still and listen.

"I didn’t know who Olivia was when I first saw her at that auction. I bought her because she looked so much like Sofia—I couldn’t stand the thought of some bastard having her. The plan was simple at first: keep her as bait, use her to draw Sofia out. But then I found out she was your mate. And that’s when everything changed. I realized I could use her for my own revenge on you three..." He paused to drag in a breath. "I thought you three betrayed me—told Sofia I couldn’t father a child—so I swore I’d make you feel my pain. I’d make Olivia abandon you so you’d know what betrayal felt like."

Lennox scoffed in anger. "I believe now you know we didn’t do it."

Damien nodded once. "I know. I’m sorry for that."

Levi groaned. "Keep your fucking sorry to yourself and keep talking."

A moment of silence hung in the air before he continued. "It was after Olivia left to stay with Gabriel that your father... my brother, told me who Olivia really was."

My brothers and I turned and glared at our father. His turn was coming.

We looked back at Damien.

He continued. "Through what your father said, he made me realize we were related to Olivia, and he thinks she is the special one." Damien shifted slightly, then exhaled—his voice calm. "After your father told me who she really was," he said, "everything changed."

He looked at each of us slowly, almost as if he was weighing our reactions.

"Olivia..." he said her name softly. "She’s the daughter of the family we were sworn enemies with. The very bloodline our kind was taught to despise."

My chest tightened.

Of course.

It all made twisted, painful sense now.

"But that," he went on, "wasn’t what concerned me. What mattered more was the fact that our relatives wanted her dead. And I..." He hesitated. "I couldn’t let that happen."

We stared at him, frowning.

His jaw clenched slightly. "That was when Gabriel reached out to me."

"What did he want?" Lennox growled.

Damien met his eyes. "He told me the truth... or at least, his version of it. That Olivia’s real mother—" he paused, "—was the one who murdered his mother."

My eyes widened slightly.

"He told me he made a vow on her grave. That one day, he’d kill the daughter of the woman who destroyed their family. Which is Olivia."

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"And now," Damien continued slowly, "he’s got her locked in his cell. He says he’s finally going to fulfill that promise. But..."

"But?" Levi snapped, his eyes blazing with anger. "He doesn’t want to kill her anymore."

We blinked.

"He’s fallen in love with her."

My blood turned to ice. My wolf growled with jealousy.

"He’s confused. He’s tormented, stuck between love and loyalty," Damien added. "He knows killing her would honor his sister and satisfy the pack that still cries for revenge. But keeping her alive... would betray them all."

His eyes met mine again, conflicted and heavy. "So he asked me: What do I do?"

I stared at him, the pieces finally fitting into place. My voice came out low, sharp. noveldrama

"So... you killed Rebecca?"

Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but he shook his head. "I didn’t. Someone else did."

Just then our eyes fell on Sofia, who had been silently stunned. Her eyes were wide open. Damien looked at her with concern flashing in his eyes before he turned away and looked back at us. "While I was still with Gabriel, my men reached out to me and informed me a dead body was seen at my pack territory. And they said the body looked like Rebecca... Lady Sofia’s friend."

"No!" Sofia cried out, her voice raw with disbelief, as she rushed at Damien. She grabbed him by the collar, her hands trembling. "Tell me you’re lying... Tell me Rebecca isn’t dead!"

Her eyes were wild, filled with fear and pain, and her lips trembled as if the words themselves were hurting her. "She can’t be dead... She can’t..."

Damien didn’t move. He just looked at her—his expression tight with guilt, pain flickering in his eyes. Slowly, gently, he took her hands and pulled them off his shirt.

"I’m sorry," he said softly.

Sofia collapsed onto the floor, sobbing loudly.

None of us moved. The pain in the room was thick.

Damien ran a hand through his hair and exhaled, his voice cracking slightly now.

"After Gabriel told me everything," he continued, "I told him I needed to go. That I’d return. I warned him not to touch Olivia. Not to make a single move until I came back."

Lennox growled at him. "You could have informed us... we could have raged war on them and easily saved Olivia, but you didn’t."

Damien nodded. "I could have done that... but her enemies were too much."

I shot him a glare that could have killed him where he stood. He looked down, then straightened, meeting our eyes again.

"When I got to my pack... they had already brought the body in."

He paused, his voice tight. "It was really Rebecca."

My heart sank.

"Her neck had been sliced clean through. A knife. No bite. No mark. Just a blade." He looked away. "I didn’t know what to feel. I hadn’t seen her in years. She vanished, and now she was just... gone."

He swallowed hard. "Rebecca was like a sister to me."

There was a brief silence—one that carried both sorrow and anger.

"That’s when the thought came to me," Damien said at last. "If Olivia stayed with Gabriel, she’d die. His sister’s demand for her head wouldn’t disappear just because he fell in love. The pack still wanted revenge."

He looked at us sharply.

"So I made a choice."

My brows furrowed. "What choice?"

He inhaled deeply, as if finding the courage to say what he did. "I used the body. I had one of my witches—one of the most powerful illusionists—perform a spell. A trade of appearance. We made Rebecca look like Olivia."

"Fuck you..."

"I told Gabriel the plan," Damien cut in firmly. "Told him I’d bring him a dead body—that looks just like Olivia. That it would be enough to satisfy his sister’s rage. Enough to calm the cries of the pack."

"And he agreed?" Lennox snapped.

Damien nodded. "He did. He was torn. But he agreed."

He drew in a long breath. "So I returned to Gabriel’s pack. Took Olivia from the cell, and Gabriel placed Rebecca’s dead body there... made it look like Olivia had taken her own life by slitting her throat."

My wolf growled.

"Gabriel’s sister was furious. She demanded the dead body’s head still be chopped. She wanted you three to see her in a miserable state."

"So... Rebecca’s head," I said, piecing the puzzle together.

Damien nodded grimly.

"They cut it off. Thinking it was Olivia’s dead body. And then... Gabriel had it delivered to your border for you three to find."