Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 122

Chapter 122: In Four Days

Levi's POV

"What the hell!" Louis barked in anger as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey from my hand. I growled and glared at him, hating that he had to take the bottle from me.

"If you keep this up, you'll drink yourself into the grave!" he snapped before storming off.

Where I sat on the couch, I felt miserable.

No—miserable was an understatement.

I felt like the gods themselves were laughing at me. Like every time I tried to fix my mess, life found a new way to tear it apart.

The warmth of the whiskey still lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitter, but it did nothing to dull the ache inside me.

I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

Just when I was about to chase Olivia back—this had to happen.

Just when I made up my damn mind to stop running, to stop hiding behind pain and regrets, to fix what I broke between us… she was gone. Trapped by a false memory. And now, she's acting like she doesn't remember a damn thing about me.

How the hell did everything spiral out of control so fast?

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, staring blankly at the floor.

I clenched my jaw, the muscles twitching. I should've chased her earlier. Should've never hurt her like I did.

Now she doesn't even look at me like I exist.

"Damn it!" I roared, slamming my fist against the coffee table hard enough to crack the wood.

"Levi!" Louis yelled back at me. "If you and Lennox keep this up, there won't be a single damn piece of furniture left in this mansion! Get a grip!" He yelled at me, but I only eyed him and looked away.

My eyes landed on Lennox, who had been silently staring outside the window, his back turned against me.

"What if she never gets back her memory?" Lennox suddenly asked.

"Don't say that!" Louis cut in from where he leaned against the wall. "She will. Maybe even tomorrow morning, who knows?" He was trying to sound hopeful—for us and for himself—but I heard the fear laced in his voice.

Lennox scoffed. "And what if she doesn't? What if she refuses to remember us? What then do we do about it?"

Before Louis or I could respond, a knock came on the door, and by the smell, we knew it was our mother. We weren't in the mood to see anyone, but we knew our mother—She wouldn't leave without seeing us.

"The door is unlocked," I called out, loud enough for her to hear.

Mother pushed the door open and stepped in, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She didn't speak at first—just stood there, taking in the sight of her three broken sons. If she had any hope of seeing us even slightly composed, it died the moment she saw Lennox staring emptily out the window, Louis pacing like a caged wolf, and me slumped on the couch like the weight of the world was crushing my chest.

she spoke, her voice

just came from Olivia's

of us look up

was a stranger… and when I said her name,

silence swept over the room like a storm

remember anything," Mother whispered, stepping farther

his fist against the wall. Lennox remained still, a

you tried calling her mom?" she asked, looking between

it hit us all at

in the chaos, the guilt, the confusion… we hadn't even reached out

up sharply. "Shit," I growled and immediately opened the mind

through the bond. "It's Alpha Levi. It's about

connection opened almost instantly, her voice tight with

happened to my

her panic rising already. "She's safe," I said aloud, hoping my brothers and mother could hear. "But there's

A long pause.

broke. "What do you mean she

false memory in her head, and she thinks Alpha Gabriel is her mate. She doesn't

Don't let her out of your

before I could even

looked up at

Maybe seeing

how much longer I can keep

Neither did I.

gently beside me, her eyes flickering between the three of us—her sons, all barely holding it together. But there was something else in

talk about Olivia's memory," she said quietly, folding her hands in her lap. "There's something else we

finally peeled his eyes away from the

looked directly at

is in four

I frowned, worried. "Fuck!"

go into heat," she said gently. "It's

words felt like a

bitterly,

when the full moon rises, her

the armrest of a nearby chair, rubbing his hands

understand what's happening," I

this…

off, my voice cold, rising.

need to. The image

man

inside me, pacing and snarling at the

asked, his voice tight. "We can't force her. We can't just lock

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