Chapter 117: Angry Lennox

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Chapter 117: Angry Lennox Louis's POV Through the healer's incantations, Olivia was forced to sleep. With an aching heart, I watched her peacefully sleeping while 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 gave us a look that already told me the chances were slim. Finally, 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, like months or even years," he said, dropping the bombshell that sank into my heart. "This is unbelievable!" Lennox spat, and in anger, he stormed out of Olivia's room. Levi and I exchanged guilty glances. We knew we had messed up; in fact, I could see the regret in his eyes. "Alphas, I beg to take my leave. I will come to check tomorrow," the healer said before bowing and walking away. My eyes settled back on Olivia, and I could feel my wolf howling in pain, urging me to get closer to her, but I held myself back and stood silently there in agony. After a few more minutes of silence, Levi walked toward the door. "I need to check on Lennox," he said quietly. "I'll come with you," I replied, moving over to the door. I looked at Olivia one more time before we left the room. The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. When we reached Lennox's room, we could already hear the sound of glass breaking inside. Levi and I glanced at each other before he knocked. No answer. We usually don't knock on each other's doors, but today Levi thought it wise to do so. He knocked again. "Lennox?" Still nothing. So Levi pushed the door open. Inside, Lennox was standing near the small bar, an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. The floor was littered with broken glass, and another bottle flew past us, smashing 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 tried, but Lennox cut him off. Searᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "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 had no words. 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 started. "But it did!" he yelled. "Because of you two!" He turned away for a second, wiping his face. "You better pray," he said, his voice cold now. "Pray to the Moon Goddess or whatever power you believe in, that Olivia gets her memory back." He looked at us again, his eyes hard. "Because if she doesn't… I swear I'll never forgive either of you. Ever." Levi didn't say anything. Neither did I. We just stood there, knowing Lennox meant what he said. Lennox turned his back on us and grabbed another bottle from the bar. His hands were shaking, his shoulders tense like he was barely holding himself together. The silence between us was suffocating. I glanced at Levi, who looked as broken as I felt, and then back at Lennox. Among the three of us, it was always Lennox who was the most possessive over Olivia. Not in a controlling way, but in a protective, almost fierce kind of love. Like he was willing to burn the world down if it meant keeping her safe. Even when we were younger, he was always like that. I remember one time when Olivia was just twelve. We were playing in the gardens—she was chasing me around, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. I thought we were just having fun, so I ran a little faster. She didn't see the stone in her path. She tripped, fell hard, and scraped her knees and palms so badly that blood started trickling down. Her laughter turned into a sharp cry, and my heart stopped. I rushed back to her, panicking. But before I could even help her up, Lennox was already there—faster than lightning. His eyes were filled with rage. "Why the hell did you run that fast, Louis?" he barked at me. "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 even a single glance. It wasn't until Olivia, with her bandaged knees and trembling lips, limped over to him and said softly, "Lennox, please don't be mad at Louis. I asked him to play with me." That's the only reason he finally looked at me again. Even then, he growled under his breath, "Next time, I swear, if she even gets a scratch because of you…" That's who Lennox was. That's still who he is. He hasn't changed, even though he claims he hates her, that possessive spirit in him never left. Seeing Olivia in that bed now, broken and confused, must be tearing him apart in ways I couldn't even imagine. And worst of all—this time, we weren't just playing around. This time, it was our fault. We were supposed to be alert, and we failed. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold myself together. My eyes drifted toward Levi, who had slumped against the wall, his head tilted back and eyes red. His jaw clenched tightly, but the pain in his expression mirrored mine. We were triplets. Our bond was more than blood—it was spiritual. Emotional. What one of us felt, the others did too. And in this moment, I knew they were both drowning in the same sea of guilt that was threatening to swallow me whole. Lennox didn't even look at us anymore. He just stood at the window, still gripping that bottle like it was the only thing keeping him upright. Suddenly, someone ran into the room. The door was left open. Lolita, one of Olivia's personal maids, rushed in, her face pale and panicked. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, as if she had sprinted all the way to us. "Alphas," she gasped, her voice shaking, "Luna Olivia is awake… and she's—she's throwing things!" All three of us stiffened.

Chapter 117: Angry Lennox

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