Louis’ POV

“She said she doesn’t want them,” one of Olivia’s maids muttered, holding the unopened packages.

I frowned and exchanged glances with my brothers. Lennox and Levi wore the same angry expression. Like me, they were pained by her rejection of our gifts.

Without a word, Lennox led the way, Levi and I following, the maids trailing behind.

We found Olivia’s room unlocked. Lennox pushed it open, and we entered. She sat on the bed, as if waiting—as if she knew we were coming. We said nothing, but I signaled the maids, who placed the boxes near the foot of the bed before quietly slipping out and closing the door.

My brothers and I turned to Olivia, our eyes fixed on her, but she seemed unconcerned.

Lennox spoke first. “Did you reject our gifts?” he asked, his voice calm, his tone at odds with the anger etched on his face. It was as if he didn’t want to annoy her.

Olivia folded her arms and glared. “Since when did you three start showering me with gifts?” she scoffed, one eyebrow arching. “I think you’ve made a mistake. Maybe these were meant for your mistress—Anita, was it? You should take them to her.”

“No… they’re for you,” I said, moving forward.

Olivia stared directly at me. “For me?” she asked, seeming angry. It made me wonder why she was so angry at the idea of us getting her things. I thought she was supposed to be happy.

“Yes, Olivia, it’s you,” Levi responded.

Olivia scoffed and stood. She eyed the presents, then looked back at us. “You three think I’m a fool? That I don’t know why you suddenly sent gifts?” she asked, and I frowned. Did she know our plan?

“What are you talking about?” Lennox asked.

Olivia’s gaze shifted to Lennox. “It’s the full moon soon… you three sent these so you can… fuck me! But guess what—it’s never happening.”

I blinked. “What?” I breathed, stunned. “Olivia—what the hell are you talking about?”

Lennox took a step forward, his jaw clenching. “That’s not what this is.”

She laughed bitterly, as if she didn’t believe a word we said. “Don’t act clueless. I know how your kind works. The full moon heightens everything, doesn’t it? You’re all just hoping I give in to the bond.”

Levi frowned. “The full moon?” He looked between me and Lennox, confused. “That’s still… wait. Is it close?”

Lennox cursed under his breath, realization dawning. “Shit. It’s in a week.”

I blinked again, turning back to Olivia. I hadn’t even checked the calendar. We’d been too consumed with worry, with… her.

“You really think we’d try to manipulate you like that?” I asked, more hurt than I wanted to admit. “You think that’s what the gifts were for?”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, but there was uncertainty in them now, a flicker of hesitation. “Why else would you send them?” she asked, crossing her arms tightly.

“Because we wanted to gift you something nice,” Levi said, his voice low. “Because you are our wife… our mate, and we realized we haven’t gotten you any gifts for years!”

“We just wanted to get you something nice, Olivia,” Lennox added, his tone gentler now. “We don’t care about the full moon. We never thought of it.”

I stepped forward, slowly, hands at my sides. “We didn’t even remember the full moon until you mentioned it. That’s not what this is. We just… we thought maybe you’d like these gifts.”

Olivia’s lips parted slightly, her arms loosening. I could see the confusion in her eyes now, the battle between suspicion and trust.

“You’re lying,” she said, but her voice wasn’t as sharp. “You’re always lying.”

“No, Liv,” I said softly. “Not this time. We sent those gifts because we wanted you to look good. That you are still—”

“Don’t,” she cut in quickly, holding up a hand. Her voice cracked. “Don’t say it.”

Silence stretched as we waited for her to speak. My wolf howled uncomfortably inside me, driving me insane.

Slowly, she turned to the gifts and frowned. “Are you sure these are even my size?”

Before I could open my mouth, Levi stepped forward. “I could never miss your size,” he said without hesitation. “I picked the dress. The shoes. Everything.”

Olivia turned her gaze to him slowly, her brow furrowed. “That was a long time ago, Levi. I’m not the little girl you used to dress up like a doll and twirl around the garden.”

He smiled faintly, but there was pain behind it. “I know you’re not. I know you’ve changed.” His voice dropped to a murmur. “But I haven’t stopped seeing you.”

She blinked, her guard wavering. “You’re making this difficult,” she muttered, more to herself than to us.

Lennox spoke next, his voice calm. “You say you’ve changed, and maybe you have. But you’re still our mate. That doesn’t change. Not to us.”

“We never stopped noticing you,” I added, my voice thick.

She didn’t respond. She just stared at the gifts like they were something dangerous. Like accepting them would open a door she’d tried to nail shut.

And then, slowly, she stepped forward. Her fingers hovered above the box for a moment before her hand reached in, brushing over the soft fabric of the midnight blue dress. She paused, then pulled it out.

It was a sleek, elegant thing—fitted at the waist, flowing just enough at the hem, with sheer sleeves and delicate silver embroidery that shimmered faintly in the light.

She held it up in front of her body, eyeing it critically. Her mouth twitched—almost a smirk. “If this doesn’t fit, I’m burning it.”

“You won’t need to,” Levi said confidently. “It’ll fit.”

She cast him a glance, then turned away, walking toward her bathroom with the dress clutched in her hands. “Don’t get excited,” she tossed over her shoulder. “I just want to prove you wrong.”

We said nothing. None of us dared breathe too loud.