Olivia’s POV
The moment we left Levi’s room, I quickly pulled away from Alpha Damien’s arms. He gave me a look that clearly showed his displeasure, but I didn’t care. I stepped aside and looked away.
Sir Damon led us toward his chambers. Reaching the door, he turned to me. “Olivia, you’ll have to stay out here and wait for us…”
“There will be no need for that,” Alpha Damien interjected immediately. “She’s coming in,” he stated firmly.
I swallowed hard, but felt a wave of relief—at least I’d be able to hear their discussion.
Sir Damon frowned, clearly unhappy, but nodded and opened the door to his chambers.
Alpha Damien stepped aside, allowing me to enter. I glanced at him before stepping inside, followed by him, who then shut the door.
The moment the door closed, the room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Alpha Damien stood beside me, calm and confident, while Sir Damon walked to the center of the room with heavy steps.
“Have a seat, Olivia,” Sir Damon said, pointing to a cushioned chair near the fire.
I hesitated, glancing at Damien, who gave me a subtle nod. I walked over and sat down, keeping my back straight and my eyes low, trying to remain inconspicuous.
Sir Damon remained standing. He turned to his brother, his eyes sharp, his voice low. “Damien… what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Damien didn’t flinch. He simply shrugged. “What I believe is right, brother… they no longer have any claim over her. Olivia is mine now,” he declared possessively.
I frowned, wanting to speak—to tell him I wasn’t an object to be owned—but I held my tongue, eager to hear more.
Sir Damon seemed unhappy. “What do you mean she is yours now? Can you even listen to yourself? That woman is your nephews’ mate and wife…”
“I don’t fucking care,” Alpha Damien retorted rudely, his anger and impatience evident. “I brought her…and according to the rules of the slave market, Olivia is now mine…”
Sir Damon interrupted. “Is this about the money? We will triple it…”
Alpha Damien chuckled, a sound more of anger than amusement. “You think everything is about money, brother. That’s how everything works for you—and you’ve passed that same twisted mindset onto those boys.”
Sir Damon frowned. “Mind your words, Damien. I’m still your older brother…”
Damien, looking nonchalant, nodded. “I will never forget that.”
A tense silence hung in the air. I looked at both brothers, waiting for someone to speak, anxious to understand the situation and Alpha Damien’s plan.
As if reading my thoughts, Sir Damon asked, “So what is your deal? What is your plan with her?”
Alpha Damien looked at me, and I held his gaze. His blank expression gave nothing away. He glanced at me with that unsettling blank look before turning to his brother. “It’s none of anyone’s business. Olivia and I will talk about it.”
My brow furrowed. Was he seriously pursuing his insane idea of wanting me to bear him an heir? No, that can’t be possible… I’m his nephew’s wife…
My wolf stirred. “I have a bad feeling about this,” she murmured.
I swallowed hard. I felt the same, but remained quiet, needing to hear everything first.
Sir Damon moved closer, his anger evident. “You know my sons won’t take this lightly. They love this woman deeply,” he said with conviction.
I swallowed hard at his words. The thought of the triplets loving me still felt strange and unfamiliar.
“They will declare war on you, Damien…”
Alpha Damien groaned. “I don’t fucking care…”
Sir Damon’s voice rose, his frustration unveiled. “There are plenty of girls, Damien! Dozens of willing females who would kill for a chance to bear your heir. Why her?” He pointed at me. “Why Olivia? You’re playing a dangerous game, and you know it.”
A chill ran down my spine. So Sir Damon knew about this too?
I shifted slightly, but Alpha Damien didn’t look at me—his gaze remained locked on his brother’s, burning with cold fire.
“She’s the one I chose,” Damien said through gritted teeth. “And I don’t have to explain myself to anyone.”
My frown deepened. Does that mean he was still planning on me bearing him an heir?
Sir Damon stepped closer, his voice low but sharp. “Put yourself in their shoes, Damien. Imagine if someone tried to take Sofia from you. Imagine if a man declared she was his and said he would use her to bear his child.”
The room fell into a stunned, suffocating silence. Even I froze.
That name… Sofia.
The moment it was spoken, Damien’s demeanor shifted. His jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists, a vein throbbed in his neck.
He remained silent for several seconds, shaking slightly from suppressed rage. Then his voice, low, cold, and seething with rage, came out.
“Don’t. Ever. Say her name.”
Sir Damon’s face softened with regret, but he didn’t back down. “I had to. Because that’s the only way you’ll understand. You loved Sofia. And if someone had tried to take her from you, to claim her like this, you would’ve torn the whole damn kingdom apart.”