Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 176

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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.

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the three of us in silence, surrounded by our shame, our regret, and the heavy truth we could no longer escape.

An awkward silence hung in the air as neither I nor my brothers said a word to each other.

My legs couldn’t hold me for long—I was far from fully healed. I sank onto the couch nearby and buried my face in my hands.

What the hell were we thinking?

What were we thinking when we did all those horrible things to Olivia?

I once cherished that girl. No... I worshipped her. And now I could barely face the reflection of the man I had become. The pain in her eyes—how could I have caused that?

I lifted my gaze and looked at my brothers. They sat in silence too, each lost in his thoughts. Levi looked particularly troubled, while Louis stared blankly at the wall like he was trying to disappear into it.

I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "Are we sure..." I paused, unsure how to phrase it. "Are we sure we weren’t under some kind of spell?"

Louis blinked and turned to me slowly. "What?"

I rubbed my face, frustration and confusion knotting my gut. "I’m serious. Think about it. The letters. The way we started acting. The coldness. The decisions we made... It wasn’t normal. That wasn’t us."

Levi straightened slightly, frowning. "You think someone used magic on us?"

I nodded. "Maybe not directly. But something’s off. What if the letters had a spell or enchantment? What if we were manipulated somehow?"

Louis’s eyes narrowed as he thought it through. "That... would make sense. There were moments I’d act and then wonder why I even said or did something. Like I was detached, watching myself screw everything up."

"I felt it too," Levi muttered, jaw tight. "I kept blaming it on anger or hate, but now... now it feels like something else was controlling our emotions."

There was a moment of shared realization between us.

Levi closed his eyes briefly. "I’m making a mind-link to the Seer."

We all sat in tense silence as his eyes glazed over, clearly tapping into the pack link. A few seconds passed before he nodded slowly, his voice firm.

"She’s on her way."

A strange mixture of hope and dread settled over us. If we had been under a spell... maybe there was still a way to make things right. Maybe we weren’t just monsters.