Olivia's POV
"You have a son?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes, he's two years and six months old," she said with a bright smile.
I returned her smile, but my mind was racing. Did Damien know about this? Did he know Sofia had moved on—with another man—and had a child? I didn't think he did. So, out of curiosity, I asked, "Have you seen Alpha Damien recently?"
Sofia's expression shifted into something more guarded. "Yes… I saw him two days ago."
I nodded but pressed on. "Does he know you've moved on with another man and have a child for him? Because Damien doesn't seem to have moved on."
Sofia's smile faltered at my question. She looked down at her coffee for a moment, her fingers tightening around the cup.
"I'm not sure what Damien knows," she said softly.
I studied her face—how the light left her eyes when his name came up. Her shoulders slumped slightly, as though the weight of his memory still sat heavily on her.