Chapter 122: In Four Days

Chapter 122: In Four Days Levi's POV "What the hell!" Louis barked in anger as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey from my hand. I growled and glared at him, hating that he had to take the bottle from me. "If you keep this up, you'll drink yourself into the grave!" he snapped before storming off. Where I sat on the couch, I felt miserable. No—miserable was an understatement. I felt like the gods themselves were laughing at me. Like every time I tried to fix my mess, life found a new way to tear it apart. The warmth of the whiskey still lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitter, but it did nothing to dull the ache inside me. I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. Just when I was about to chase Olivia back—this had to happen. Just when I made up my damn mind to stop running, to stop hiding behind pain and regrets, to fix what I broke between us… she was gone. Trapped by a false memory. And now, she's acting like she doesn't remember a damn thing about me. How the hell did everything spiral out of control so fast? I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, staring blankly at the floor. I clenched my jaw, the muscles twitching. I should've chased her earlier. Should've never hurt her like I did. Now she doesn't even look at me like I exist. "Damn it!" I roared, slamming my fist against the coffee table hard enough to crack the wood. "Levi!" Louis yelled back at me. "If you and Lennox keep this up, there won't be a single damn piece of furniture left in this mansion! Get a grip!" He yelled at me, but I only eyed him and looked away. My eyes landed on Lennox, who had been silently staring outside the window, his back turned against me. "What if she never gets back her memory?" Lennox suddenly asked. "Don't say that!" Louis cut in from where he leaned against the wall. "She will. Maybe even tomorrow morning, who knows?" He was trying to sound hopeful—for us and for himself—but I heard the fear laced in his voice. Lennox scoffed. "And what if she doesn't? What if she refuses to remember us? What then do we do about it?" Before Louis or I could respond, a knock came on the door, and by the smell, we knew it was our mother. We weren't in the mood to see anyone, but we knew our mother—She wouldn't leave without seeing us. "The door is unlocked," I called out, loud enough for her to hear. Mother pushed the door open and stepped in, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She didn't speak at first—just stood there, taking in the sight of her three broken sons. If she had any hope of seeing us even slightly composed, it died the moment she saw Lennox staring emptily out the window, Louis pacing like a caged wolf, and me slumped on the couch like the weight of the world was crushing my chest. Finally, she spoke, her voice tight with worry. "I just came from Olivia's room." That made all three of us look up instantly. "She doesn't remember me either," she said, her voice faltering slightly. "She looked at me like I was a stranger… and when I said her name, she flinched. Like I was intruding in her head." A tense silence swept over the room like a storm cloud. "She doesn't remember anything," Mother whispered, stepping farther into the room. Louis cursed under his breath and slammed his fist against the wall. Lennox remained still, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "Have you tried calling her mom?" she asked, looking between us. That's when it hit us all at once—we hadn't. We'd been so caught up in the chaos, the guilt, the confusion… we hadn't even reached out to the one person who might be able to help Olivia remember. I sat up sharply. "Shit," I growled and immediately opened the mind link to her mother. "Mrs. Parks," I called urgently through the bond. "It's Alpha Levi. It's about Olivia." The connection opened almost instantly, her voice tight with concern. "What's wrong? What happened to my daughter?" I could feel her panic rising already. "She's safe," I said aloud, hoping my brothers and mother could hear. "But there's a problem. She… she doesn't remember anything. She doesn't recognize anyone." A long pause. "What?" Her voice broke. "What do you mean she doesn't recognize anyone?" "She's lost her memories. Not just that—she now has a false memory in her head, and she thinks Alpha Gabriel is her mate. She doesn't even know who we are, not even our names—" "I'm coming back tonight!" she cried, cutting me off. "Tell her I'm on my way. Don't let her out of your sight. Don't let anyone else confuse her more than she already is." The link snapped off before I could even respond. I exhaled deeply and looked up at my family. "She's coming tonight." Mother nodded, visibly relieved. "Good. Maybe seeing her mother will help." Lennox muttered, "It better. Because I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending I'm okay." Neither did I. Mother sat down gently beside me, her eyes flickering between the three of us—her sons, all barely holding it together. But there was something else in her gaze now. A seriousness. A tension that hadn't been there before. "I didn't just come here to talk about Olivia's memory," she said quietly, folding her hands in her lap. "There's something else we need to work on." Louis turned from the wall, and Lennox finally peeled his eyes away from the window. Mother looked directly at me. "The full moon is in four days." I frowned, worried. "Fuck!" "She'll go into heat," she said gently. "It's her first heat." The words felt like a punch to the gut. "Perfect timing!" I muttered bitterly, my heart starting to race. "She just turned of age recently. And when the full moon rises, her body will respond." Lennox swore under his breath. Louis sat down heavily on the armrest of a nearby chair, rubbing his hands over his face. "She won't understand what's happening," I whispered. Mother nodded. "Exactly. And if she believes this… Alpha Gabriel is her mate, she might—" "Don't." I cut her off, my voice cold, rising. "Don't even finish that sentence." But she didn't need to. The image was already burning in my mind. Olivia. In heat… and running to the wrong man because she didn't remember who she truly belonged to. My wolf growled furiously inside me, pacing and snarling at the very thought. "What do we do?" Louis asked, his voice tight. "We can't force her. We can't just lock her up." "Two choices are laid out… it's either you sit back and let her go into heat—her first—and make her go through pain while wanting Gabriel… remember, she is not mentally well. Such situations may worsen her condition…" Mother paused, letting her words sink before she continued, "or you do your responsibilities as her mates," she said and let her final words hang in the air. We all understood what Mother meant. She was telling us we have to make love to Olivia to ease her heat—regardless of whether she remembered us or not. Personally, I have no problem with that! Hell! It was a dream come true, but I don't know about my brothers. "I have no problem performing my duty as her mate," I said out loud. Louis and Lennox stared at me with furrowed brows, but I ignored them. I said what I said—and I wasn't taking it back. An awkward silence hung in the air before suddenly Louis spoke. "I will do it…" he said it in a whisper, like he didn't want us to hear. I raised a brow at him and smirked slightly, the tension in my chest loosening just a little. Louis met my gaze but quickly looked away, his jaw clenched. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Not for me," he muttered. "For her." I scoffed. He was still lying to himself. Lennox still hadn't said a word. He was staring again out the window, arms folded tight, his whole body taut with conflict. I could hear his heartbeat from where I sat—faster than usual, erratic. "Lennox?" Mother called gently, her tone patient but firm. "I know this isn't easy… but she needs you. All of you." He didn't turn around. Not at first. Then, finally, he did. His eyes looked annoyed. "You want me to touch her?" he growled, voice low and filled with anger. "While she thinks she belongs to someone else? While she doesn't even know us? While I still haven't forgiven her?" "It doesn't matter. The answer is: are you in or not? If you are not in, your brothers can do it without you!" Lennox's face twitched as he frowned at Mother. "She is my mate too!" he spat with jealousy. I scoffed inwardly. Still possessive. "So I take that as a yes?" Mother asked, and Lennox didn't respond—he just looked away. "Well…" Mother began. "You men have a little work to do. To make her comfortable. You have to do things like showing her familiar faces. Gentle words," Mother said. "You have four days to trigger something in her. A scent, a memory, a place. Anything that can remind her who you are and make sure they are happy memories." I frowned. Do we even have happy memories with her? Yes, but that was four years ago. I and my brothers both exchanged silent glances before I stood up, ready for the task. "Then we don't have time to waste."