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

the garden. The Alpha of the Full Moon

few staff members passing by stopped, stunned. Their eyes widened at

Just time. Time to make it up to you. To prove we’re not those same men anymore. Let us try.

my jaw clenched so

time?" I said,

nodded slowly.

"Then turn back time."

He froze.

sharp. "Take me back to the moment before you all accused me, punished me like

guilt written all

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

shaking now—but with anger,

front of me. Knowing it would tear me apart. Knowing what that

voice cracked on the word mate, and I hated that it did. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady the tremble in my

a new wave of pain hit me. It felt like my chest was breaking all over

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

lips trembled, but

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

arms again, my

can do that," I said, my voice low, "then I’ll consider giving you a second

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

But Lennox said nothing.

he couldn’t

both

The silence stretched.

him, still on his knees, his head bowed in shame. But I didn’t feel sorry for him. They never felt sorry

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

his eyes raw and tears

it. Any of it... then I can’t

could say more. My steps were quick, my heart

needing space, air—something to drown out the weight crushing my chest. I didn’t notice the

slightly as the jagged edge sliced into the arch of my

a nearby bench, pain blooming in my foot as blood stained the stone below. I pressed my fingers to the cut, wincing. Of course. Of all the damn times for something else to

back against the bench, closing my

want one thing," I whispered to no one. "I just want to be free of

really. But even as the words left my mouth, I felt it—a soft warmth spreading over the

cut was closing, the skin knitting itself back together like it had never

I blinked.

pain vanished. Just like

I forgot

completely healed. No scar. No trace of the pain

whispered, breath catching

restlessly inside me, her voice

"Gift of healing?"

something passed through my bloodline. None of my parents had it. None of my ancestors. We were warriors—none was a

hell could I have the gift of

heart pounded. Confusion twisted inside me. I stood up, testing my

Not even a limp.

Not even a sting.

I needed answers. Now.

my thoughts spinning. I didn’t stop until I reached the hallway

Lolita and Nora inside, arranging fresh linens on my bed