Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 117: Angry Lennox

Louis's POV

Through the healer's incantations, Olivia was forced to sleep. With an aching heart, I watched her peacefully sleeping while the healer turned to us. "She will be asleep for a few hours," he announced.

My frown deepened, my eyes still on her. "If she wakes up, is there a possibility that she will remember us… remember everything?" I asked with unease.

The healer gave us a look that already told me the chances were slim.

Finally, He shook his head. "Sorry, Alphas, but in most cases, it takes at least a week for the patient to regain her original memories, and in some cases, it lasts longer, like months or even years," he said, dropping the bombshell that sank into my heart.

"This is unbelievable!" Lennox spat, and in anger, he stormed out of Olivia's room. Levi and I exchanged guilty glances. We knew we had messed up; in fact, I could see the regret in his eyes.

"Alphas, I beg to take my leave. I will come to check tomorrow," the healer said before bowing and walking away.

My eyes settled back on Olivia, and I could feel my wolf howling in pain, urging me to get closer to her, but I held myself back and stood silently there in agony.

After a few more minutes of silence, Levi walked toward the door. "I need to check on Lennox," he said quietly.

"I'll come with you," I replied, moving over to the door. I looked at Olivia one more time before we left the room.

The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. When we reached Lennox's room, we could already hear the sound of glass breaking inside. Levi and I glanced at each other before he knocked.

No answer.

We usually don't knock on each other's doors, but today Levi thought it wise to do so.

He knocked again. "Lennox?"

Still nothing.

door open. Inside, Lennox was standing near the small bar, an empty bottle of whiskey in his

eyes red with anger and pain. "I don't want to

listen—" Levi tried, but Lennox

to talk right now!" he

voice cracked as he pointed at us. "Now look at her! She doesn't even remember who she is…

I had no words.

I'm a stranger didn't kill me?" Levi said, his voice shaking with pain and regret. "You think it

mean for this

he yelled. "Because

second, wiping his face. "You better pray," he said, his voice cold now. "Pray to the Moon Goddess or whatever power you believe in,

"Because if she doesn't…

just stood there, knowing Lennox meant

his back on us and grabbed another bottle from the bar. His hands were shaking, his shoulders tense like he was barely

between

at Levi, who looked as broken as I felt, and then back

it was always Lennox who was the most possessive over Olivia. Not in a controlling way, but in a protective, almost fierce kind of love. Like

younger, he was always

one time when Olivia was just twelve. We were playing in the gardens—she was chasing me around, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. I thought we were just having

see the

hard, and scraped her knees and palms so badly that blood started trickling down. Her laughter turned into a

panicking. But before I could even help her up, Lennox

the hell did you run that

"I-I didn't mean to—"