Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 176: What If

Chapter 176: What If

Lennox’s POV

I managed to force myself out of bed. My whole body ached and throbbed, but I pushed through the pain and approached Olivia.

My heart was breaking—not just because she made out with someone else, but because of what my brothers and I made her go through. Right now, I would do anything... anything to turn back the hands of time and make things right. But that was just a wish.

Getting closer to Olivia, I perceived the smell of the wolf on her, and immediately I knew it was Gabriel. My weakened wolf howled possessively inside me, but I shoved the feelings down.

"Olivia..." I reached for her hand, but she yanked it away and frowned even deeper.

"Don’t touch me!" she spat.

I nodded and let my hand drop to my side.

"We’re sorry, Olivia... we’re so sorry," I said, apologizing from the depths of my heart. I wished she could see it—my heart, the hearts of my brothers. We were truly sorry. Sorry for all the miserable things we did. But deep down, I knew that being sorry would never be enough.

Olivia’s frown deepened, clearly not moved by my apology.

"I don’t fucking need your apology. It’s too late for that. All that’s left is the meeting. Once we get there, I’ll tell the council I no longer want the bond. I’ll tell them what the three of you did to me. And once I’m set free, I will leave you three and this godforsaken pack," she spat, so much hate and anger for us in her eyes.

My heart ached at her words, and my wolf whimpered inside me. I couldn’t speak. So Levi stepped forward.

"Liv... you once loved us, didn’t you?" he asked, struggling to leave the bed as he approached us.

Olivia’s gaze snapped to him, her jaw clenched tight. "Don’t," she warned coldly.

"You don’t get to bring that up," she hissed, her voice trembling—not with fear, but anger. "You three killed that love. You destroyed it with your own hands."

Then her shoulders slumped slightly. "You think saying sorry will fix this?" she asked, her voice softer but filled with pain. "You think one apology erases what you did?"

"No," I said quietly. "We know it doesn’t. But we’ll keep saying it anyway."

Levi stepped closer, ignoring the ache in his limbs. "We don’t want to lose you, Liv. Not like this. Not because we were fools."

She stared at him for a long, heavy moment, then shook her head.

"You already lost me," she whispered.

walked away, leaving the three of us in silence, surrounded by our shame, our regret, and the heavy truth

hung in the air as neither I nor my brothers said a

long—I was far from fully healed. I sank onto the couch nearby and buried my

hell

were we thinking when we did all those horrible

worshipped her. And now I could barely face the reflection of the man I had become. The pain in her eyes—how

thoughts. Levi looked particularly troubled, while Louis stared blankly at the wall like he was trying

to find my voice. "Are we sure..." I paused, unsure how to phrase it. "Are we sure we

turned to me

Think about it. The letters. The way we started acting. The coldness.

"You think someone used magic

the letters had a spell or enchantment? What if we

thought it through. "That... would make sense. There were moments I’d act and then wonder why I even said or

anger or hate, but now... now it

of shared realization

closed his eyes briefly. "I’m

tense silence as his eyes glazed over, clearly tapping into

"She’s on her way."

a spell... maybe there was still a way to make things right. Maybe we

we weren’t under a

we were exactly what Olivia believed

that truth might be

later, a knock came at

it was. The familiar

in. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside, balancing a tray of herbal tea. Her expression was calm, but I could see the worry in

healer said this will help you regain your strength," she said gently, making her

When she got to me, I took it with a quiet "thank you" and gave her a

sharp scent of mint and bitter roots hit my nose. The taste followed just as quickly—earthy, with a burning tingle at the back of my throat. It wasn’t pleasant, but I didn’t complain. I knew

down across from us, her hands folding in

asked softly, her voice warm

and Louis nodded in agreement, though none of us really

she wanted to say more—her eyes gave her away. I beat her

please. Not now," I muttered.

But she didn’t stop.

falling toward the door