The moment we left Levi's room, I quickly pulled away from Alpha Damien's arms. He gave me a look that clearly said he didn't like what I'd just done—but I didn't care. I simply stepped aside and looked away.
Sir Damon led us toward his chambers, and when we reached 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 cut in immediately. "She's coming in," he said firmly.
I swallowed hard but felt a wave of relief—at least I'd be able to hear whatever they were going to discuss.
Sir Damon frowned, clearly not happy about it, but he nodded and pushed the door to his chambers open.
Alpha Damien stepped aside for me to walk in. I gave him a glance before walking in. I stepped in, and he did too before shutting the door.
The moment the door shut behind us, the room went completely silent. The air felt tense—thick with tension.
Alpha Damien moved to stand beside me, calm and confident as always, while Sir Damon walked to the center of the room with heavy steps.
"Have a seat, Olivia," Sir Damon said, pointing to one of the cushioned chairs near the fire.
I hesitated, glancing quickly at Damien, but he gave me a subtle nod. So I walked over and sat down, keeping my back straight and my eyes low, trying to stay invisible.
Sir Damon didn't sit. He turned to face his brother, eyes sharp and 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 some object to be owned—but I held my tongue, eager to hear more of this conversation.
Sir Damon didn't seem happy with Alpha Damien's words. "What do you mean she is yours now? Can you even listen to yourself? That woman is the mate and wife of your nephews…"
"I don't fucking care," Alpha Damien cut off rudely. Now he was sounding angry, more like he was losing his patience. "I brought her…and according to the rule of the slave market, Olivia is now mine…"
Sir Damon cut in. "Is this about the money? We will triple it…"
Alpha Damien chuckled, but it wasn't the sound of amusement—rather, it was more like anger. "You think everything is about money, brother. That's how everything works for you—and you've passed that same twisted mindset on those boys."
Sir Damon frowned at the words of his brother. "Mind your words, Damien. I'm still your older brother…"
Damien, looking nonchalant, nodded. "I will never forget that."
A moment of tense silence hung in the air. The two brothers didn't say a word. Rather, they stayed silent. I looked at both of them, waiting for one of them to speak. I wanted to know the way forward. What was this all about? What exactly was Alpha Damien planning?
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 eyes were blank, so I couldn't really tell what he was thinking. He glanced at me with that blank look that was unsettling before he turned to his brother. "It's none of anyone's business. Olivia and I will talk about it."
My brow furrowed. What was this man planning? Was he seriously going through with that insane idea of wanting me to give him an heir? No, that can't be possible… I'm the wife of his nephews… he surely can't still be thinking of wanting me to give him an heir.
My wolf stirred inside me. "I have a bad feeling about this," she murmured.
I swallowed hard. I had the same feeling. But I stayed quiet—I needed to hear everything first.
Sir Damon moved closer to his brother, his eyes filled with anger. "You know my sons won't take this lightly. They love this woman deeply," he said with conviction.
I swallowed hard at his words. My thoughts drifted to the triplets, and the idea that they loved me—it was still such a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
"They will declare war on you, Damien…"
Alpha Damien groaned. "I don't fucking care…"
Sir Damon's voice rose, his frustration no longer hidden. "There are plenty of girls, Damien! Dozens of willing females who would kill for a chance to bear your heir. Why her?" He pointed a finger in my direction. "Why Olivia? You're playing a dangerous game, and you know it."
The moment those words left his mouth, a chill ran down my spine.
So… Sir Damon knew about this too?
I shifted slightly in my seat, but Alpha Damien didn't look at me—his gaze remained locked with 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 going with the plan of wanting me to bear him an heir?
Sir Damon stepped closer, his voice low, but sharp like a blade. "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.
The moment it was spoken, Damien's entire demeanor shifted. His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His hands curled into fists by his sides, and a vein throbbed in his neck.
He didn't say a word for several seconds. Just stood there, shaking slightly from suppressed rage.
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"Don't. Ever. Say her name."
Sir Damon's face softened with a hint of 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 , you would've torn the whole damn kingdom apart."