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 Full Moon Pack, on his knees

passing by stopped, stunned. Their eyes widened at

if pleading for mercy. "All we want is a chance... Just time. Time to make it up to you. To prove we’re not those same men anymore. Let us try. That’s

him, my jaw clenched so tight it

I said,

slowly. "Yes.

"Then turn back time."

He froze.

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

shoulders dropped, guilt written

"The insults, the neglect. The way you looked at me like I was nothing. The days you let Anita mock me, while you said nothing. The days you chose her

stepped closer, my voice shaking now—but with anger, not

I whispered. "When you fucked her right in front of me. Knowing it would tear me apart.

sides, trying to

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

it away quickly, hating that

trembled, but

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

arms again, my frown

said, my voice low, "then I’ll consider giving

the wind. The sound of birds. Even the shifting of shocked feet

But Lennox said nothing.

couldn’t

we both knew

The silence stretched.

bowed in shame. But I didn’t feel sorry for him. They never felt sorry

finally, my

his eyes raw and tears stood in them, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t let it move

Any of it... then I can’t give you and your

more. My steps were quick,

out the weight crushing my chest. I didn’t notice the

I hissed, stumbling slightly as the jagged edge

a nearby bench, pain blooming in my foot as blood stained the stone below. I

the bench,

just want one thing," I whispered to no

didn’t mean the foot. Not really. But even as the words left my mouth, I felt it—a soft warmth spreading over the wound. I looked

was closing, the skin knitting itself back

I blinked.

pain vanished. Just

a second, I forgot how to

foot, completely healed. No scar. No trace of the pain from

I whispered, breath catching in

me,

"Gift of healing?"

head slowly, still staring in disbelief. No. No, it’s not possible. Healing wasn’t something passed through my bloodline. None of my parents had it. None of my ancestors. We were warriors—none was

I have the

Confusion twisted inside me. I stood up, testing

Not even a limp.

Not even a sting.

I needed answers. Now.

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

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