With the help of our betas and the guards, we were taken to my room. None of us had the strength to walk on our own—not after what had just happened. Our bodies were drained, our souls shredded beyond repair. The bond that had once tied us to Olivia was gone.
The moment the door closed behind us, we collapsed onto the bed like broken men. All three of us. Our hearts felt as if they were set on fire... burning, searing from the inside out. The agony was like nothing I had ever known. It wasn’t just physical—it was soul-deep, sharp, and unrelenting. As if pieces of us had been ripped away, leaving nothing but hollow shells behind.
Three healers rushed into the room, their faces pale with worry, their hands already glowing with soft magic. They moved quickly, muttering incantations under their breath, trying everything—spells to ease the pain, herbs to calm the nerves, soothing words meant to comfort. Their hands pressed against our chests, over our temples, trying desperately to stitch together what was left of us.
But I knew the truth. We all knew it.
No matter what they did... no matter how powerful their magic... no matter how skilled their healing hands... the real wound was deeper than flesh. The damage was done in places they could never reach—in our hearts, in our souls.
The pain there would never go away.
I turned my head slowly and looked to the side. My eyes landed on Levi, who was lying next to me on my right.
Silent tears rolled down his face, one after another. His chest rose and fell with shaky breaths as he tried to hold it all in. But I could see it—he was falling apart, just like me.
On my other side, Louis lay still, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes. He wasn’t crying, but I could feel his pain. It was in the way his fists were clenched, in the tight line of his jaw, in the way his whole body trembled.
We did this to ourselves.
I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. Olivia’s voice still echoed in my head.
"Lennox Luciano... I, Olivia Parker... reject you as my mate."
Fresh, hot tears fell down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe the tears from my face. I let them fall.
My wolf was crying too, broken and empty. I reached inside, searching for the bond, trying to feel her again. That warm feeling... that pull toward her... the sense that no matter where she was, I could find her.
But there was nothing.
It felt like part of my soul had been ripped out. Like something sacred had been taken from me and would never return.
"Maybe we should have fought harder..." Louis whispered, his voice shaking. "We shouldn’t have agreed to the rejection."
There was nothing to say.
We couldn’t fight it—not with the Elders’ decision, not when Olivia herself wanted it. Not when she has a solid proof to back up her claims. Even if we had told them about the letters—that someone bewitched us, poisoned us against her—no one would have believed us.
She’d think it was just another excuse. Another lie.
We thought if we accepted the rejection, she would agree to stay back.
Our plan didn’t work.
And now... she’s gone.
A sudden sound snapped me out of my thoughts.
One of the healers gasped. "Alpha Levi—his pulse is dropping!"
"What?" I jolted up, the pain in my chest forgotten as I turned to him.
Levi’s face had gone pale—his lips slightly blue, his eyes half-closed. His breaths were shallow, and his body barely moved.
"No—no, no!" I crawled to him, grabbing his hand. "Levi! Stay with us!"
The healers moved quickly, placing glowing stones on his chest and pouring some kind of potion into his mouth. One of them pressed her hands over his heart, whispering a spell over and over.
I held my breath, my hand clutching his tightly.
"Come on... you can’t leave us," I whispered.
Then—finally—he gasped.
His eyes flew open, and air rushed into his lungs. His chest heaved as he started breathing again. His fingers twitched, and a tear slid from the corner of his eye.
"He’s stable," the healer said with relief. "But he was close."
I let out a shaky breath, burying my face in my hands for a moment. That fear—that I was about to lose him too—shook me to my core.
Then the door burst open.
"Sons!" a familiar voice cried.
She ran in, eyes wide with panic, followed closely by our father. Their expressions were full of fear and pain as they rushed to Levi’s side.
"What happened?!" Mother asked, dropping to her knees beside the bed, her hands reaching for us all.
Father looked at us—his powerful, stern eyes filled with concern. "You went through with it..."
And just behind them... walked in our uncle.
My frown deepened as I glared at him, but he had a smirk on his face... that kind of victorious smirk.
My weak wolf growled angrily inside me. I forced myself up from the bed and began approaching him... my hands trembling with anger.
"How could you, Uncle... how could you do this to us..." I spat in anger and pain.
"There are so many girls... why our Olivia..." I spat and stood just an inch away from him. I was filled with anger but also in pain. Damien was more than an uncle to us... he was like an elder brother to us... When I was younger, confused by the strange feelings I’d begun to have for Olivia, I had gone to him. I had left home, traveled to his pack just to confide in him.
"You knew we loved her," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "We adored her. And you still—"
"I took what you took from me," Damien said calmly, his smirk widening just a little. "An eye for an eye, right?"
His words didn’t make sense.
"What... what are you talking about?" I asked, frowning, my anger twisting into confusion.