Through the healer’s incantations, Olivia was forced to sleep. With an aching heart, I watched her peacefully sleeping as the healer turned to us. “She will be asleep for a few hours,” he announced.

My frown deepened, my eyes still on her. “If she wakes up, is there a possibility that she will remember us… remember everything?” I asked with unease.

The healer’s look confirmed my fears; the chances were slim. He shook his head. “Sorry, Alphas, but in most cases, it takes at least a week for the patient to regain her original memories, and in some cases, it lasts longer—months, or even years,” he said, delivering the devastating news.

“This is unbelievable!” Lennox spat, storming out of Olivia’s room in anger. Levi and I exchanged guilty glances. We knew we had messed up; I saw the regret in Levi’s eyes.

“Alphas, I beg to take my leave. I will check tomorrow,” the healer said, bowing and departing.

My eyes returned to Olivia. I felt my wolf howling in pain, urging me closer, but I restrained myself, standing silently in agony.

After a few minutes of silence, Levi moved toward the door. “I need to check on Lennox,” he said quietly.

“I’ll come with you,” I replied, joining him. I cast one last look at Olivia before we left.

The hallway’s quietude amplified the weight of the situation. Reaching Lennox’s room, we heard the sound of breaking glass. Levi and I exchanged glances before he knocked.

No answer. We usually don't knock, but Levi deemed it wise today. He knocked again. “Lennox?”

Still nothing. Levi pushed open the door. Lennox stood near the small bar, an empty whiskey bottle in his hand. The floor was littered with broken glass; another bottle flew past us, shattering against the wall.

“Get out!” Lennox shouted, his eyes red with anger and pain. “I don’t want to see either of you!”

“Lennox, listen—” Levi began, but Lennox interrupted.

“No! You don’t get to talk right now!” he roared. “You were supposed to notice her presence!”

His voice cracked as he pointed at us. “Now look at her! She doesn’t even remember who she is… who we are!”

My heart clenched. I was speechless. He was right.

“You think watching her look at me like I’m a stranger didn’t kill me?” Levi said, his voice shaking with pain and regret. “You think it didn’t break me when she flinched away from me? Like I was some monster?”

“Lennox, we didn’t mean for this to happen,” I began.

“But it did!” he yelled. “Because of you two!”

He turned away, wiping his face. “You better pray,” he said, his voice cold. “Pray to the Moon Goddess or whatever power you believe in, that Olivia gets her memory back.”

He looked at us, his eyes hard. “Because if she doesn’t… I swear I’ll never forgive either of you. Ever.”

Levi and I remained silent, knowing he meant it. Lennox turned away, grabbing another bottle. His hands shook, his shoulders tense, as if he were barely holding himself together.

The silence was suffocating. I glanced at Levi, who looked as broken as I felt, then back at Lennox.

Among us three, Lennox was always the most possessive of Olivia. Not controlling, but protective, fiercely loving. He’d burn the world down to keep her safe.

He was always like that, even when we were younger. I recall an incident when Olivia was twelve. We played in the gardens—she chased me, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. I ran faster, thinking it was just fun.

She didn’t see a stone; she tripped, falling hard, scraping her knees and palms badly. Her laughter turned to a sharp cry; my heart stopped.

I rushed back, panicking. But before I could help, Lennox was there—faster than lightning.

His eyes blazed with rage. “Why the hell did you run that fast, Louis?” he barked. “She’s just a kid!”

“I—I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re older! You should have known better!”

He didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day. Not a single glance.

Only when Olivia, with bandaged knees and trembling lips, limped over and said softly, “Lennox, please don’t be mad at Louis. I asked him to play with me,” did he look at me again.

Even then, he growled, “Next time, I swear, if she even gets a scratch because of you…”

That was Lennox. He hasn't changed. Despite claiming to hate her, that possessive spirit remains.

Seeing Olivia broken and confused must be tearing him apart. Worst of all, this wasn't a game; it was our fault. We should have been more alert, and we failed.

I breathed slowly, trying to compose myself. My gaze fell on Levi, slumped against the wall, his head back, eyes red. His jaw was clenched, but his pain mirrored mine.

We were triplets. Our bond was more than blood—spiritual, emotional. What one felt, the others did too. In this moment, we were drowning in the same sea of guilt.

Lennox didn't look at us. He stood at the window, gripping the bottle as if it were a lifeline.

Suddenly, someone ran in; the door remained open. Lolita, one of Olivia’s maids, rushed in, pale and panicked. Her chest heaved, as if she’d sprinted.

“Alphas,” she gasped, her voice shaking, “Luna Olivia is awake… and she’s— she’s throwing things!”

All three of us stiffened.