Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 166: Turn Back Time

Olivia’s POV

Lennox had this pitiful look on his face—one that might have softened me once. But now? Now it only made my anger boil hotter.

"Olivia... can we talk?" he asked quietly, taking a small step closer.

I nodded, arms folded. "Go ahead. I’m listening."

He opened his mouth, then shut it again. His lips pressed into a tight line, like he didn’t know how to begin. That was strange—Lennox was never the type to struggle with words. If anything, he always knew just what to say.

"Alpha Lennox," I said, my voice harsh, "if you have nothing to say, I’ll be on my way."

I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.

I froze. The touch sent a shiver through me, not from affection—but from everything that had happened. I took a deep breath, turned slowly, and yanked my hand free.

"Don’t touch me," I said quietly, but firmly.

"Olivia..." Lennox stepped back a little, guilt heavy in his voice. "I know... I know what we did can’t be undone. My brothers and I... we don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not now. Maybe not ever. But please... just give us a chance. A chance to fix what we broke."

He paused, his voice cracking a little.

"We’re not asking you to forget. You can hate us. You can be angry. But just let us try. Let us make it up to you—whatever it takes, however long it takes."

My heart thudded in my chest. I didn’t reply. I just stared at him, waiting. He wasn’t done.

"We’ve reported Damien to the Council of Werewolves," he continued, more firmly now. "The first hearing is next week."

That caught my attention.

My brows pulled together. "Why?"

"Because he’s overstepped," Lennox said, his jaw clenched. "He knows you’re mated to us. He’s our uncle, and he crossed a line. We had to act. The Council agreed to hear it."

I folded my arms again. "And what does this have to do with me?"

He looked down for a second, then back up at me.

"They’re going to give you a choice," he said quietly. "At the hearing, they’ll ask if you want to stay with us or reject the bond completely. You’ll be free to choose."

The words hit me hard.

"And I believe you already know what I would choose."

Lennox’s eyes widened with fear. "Olivia... please don’t."

He took another step closer, voice trembling slightly now.

"Please choose us. Please choose to stay. We’ll prove to you that we can be better. That we will be better. We’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you if that’s what it takes. Just give us the chance. That’s all we’re asking for."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I stared Lennox right in the face. "You want a chance?"

He nodded, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, Olivia. Please. We know we were wrong. But those letters... they broke us. They turned us into people we weren’t. Olivia, you know the truth. Think about the past. You know we loved you. We cherished you. You were our life. And getting those letters—thinking they came from you—it destroyed us. It changed everything."

His voice cracked with emotion, but I just stared, my expression unreadable.

"Do you even realize how badly you three hurt me?" I asked, my voice low, trembling with restrained rage. "Do you even know what you three did to me?"

"Yes," he whispered, pain flickering in his eyes. "I know. I do. And we’re sorry. So sorry."

Lennox dropped to his

there in the garden. The Alpha of the Full Moon Pack, on

eyes widened at the sight, unsure if they were

Just time. Time to make it up to you. To prove we’re not

at him, my jaw

I said, my

nodded slowly. "Yes.

"Then turn back time."

He froze.

my voice sharp. "Take me back to the moment before you all accused me, punished me like a criminal, made me kneel under the

shoulders dropped, guilt written

all back," I continued. "The insults, the neglect. The way you looked at me like I was nothing. The days you let Anita

shaking now—but with anger, not

right in front of me. Knowing it would tear me apart. Knowing what that would do to your mate. And

on the word mate, and I hated that it did. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady the tremble in my hands. I wouldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not in

inside me, and right away, a new wave of pain hit me. It felt like my chest was breaking all

it. I wiped it away quickly, hating that even now... even after everything... my body still remembered

lips trembled, but he

with your children. Do that, Lennox. Erase every wound, every scar you and your

arms again,

my voice low, "then I’ll consider giving

was heavy. You could hear the wind. The sound of birds. Even

But Lennox said nothing.

he couldn’t

we both knew

The silence stretched.

But I didn’t feel sorry for

can you?" I said finally, my voice hollow. "You can’t

his head slowly, the pain in his eyes raw and tears stood in them,

then I can’t give you and

could say more. My steps were quick, my heart

the weight crushing my chest. I didn’t notice the sharp piece of glass hidden

stumbling slightly as the jagged edge sliced into the arch

as blood stained the stone below. I pressed my fingers to the cut, wincing. Of course. Of all the damn times

leaned back against the bench,

no one. "I just want to be free of

words left my

cut was closing, the skin knitting itself back together like it had

I blinked.

vanished.

a second, I forgot how

scar.

whispered, breath

me, her voice low,

"Gift of healing?"

through my bloodline.

how the hell could I have the

inside me. I stood up, testing my foot. The

Not even a limp.

Not even a sting.

I needed answers. Now.

the pack house, my thoughts spinning. I didn’t stop until I reached the

door to my room, I found Lolita and Nora inside, arranging fresh linens on my bed and putting away folded