162 In Olivia’s Hands
Lennox’s POV
I stepped forward to Father. The look on his face was the kind that told us his little talk with his brother didn’t go well.
My frown deepened, my wolf already howling possessively inside me. “Father, what did he say?” I asked, the anger in my voice already so obvious. I knew Uncle Damien. Levi might think he’s just messing around, but I knew it was more than that. I saw the way he looked at Olivia… he gave me an
uncomfortable feeling that crawled down my spine.
“Father, say something,” Levi urged, watching as Father remained silent.
Father sighed and sat on the couch. Impatiently, I folded my arms. I just needed to hear what he had to say before I exploded.
“Father…”
“Calm down, Father cut me off. “Just calm down. Losing your temper won’t solve anything.”
My wolf growled angrily inside me.
“Are you trying to say Damien is still insisting on claiming Olivia?” Levi asked.
Father nodded. “Yes… and not just that. He wants Olivia to bear him an heir,” he revealed.
My wolf growled, and my breath became ragged. My wolf was on the verge of forcing me to shift into him and go attack Damien, but I controlled it.
“You must be fucking kidding,” Louis spat, his voice filled with rage.
Father scoffed. “I wish I was… but this is the truth… he wants Olivia, and he isn’t joking about it.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My breath hitched, and my whole body tensed. My wolf was pacing inside me, growling furiously, scratching to break free. The room seemed smaller now, tighter- like the air was too heavy to breathe.
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“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice low and sharp. “He wants Olivia to bear him an heir?”
Father nodded gravely. “That’s what he said.”
A red haze clouded my vision.
That was it.
I moved forward, my fists clenched, my wolf snarling inside, taking over. “I’m going to kill him!” I shouted, turning toward the door.
Before I could get two steps in, Father was on me.
In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the shoulder, spun me around, and slammed me against the wall. Hard.
“Enough!” he barked.
I growled, struggling against his grip, but he pinned me there with force. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I stayed still.
“Let me go!” I roared. “He’s crossed the line, Father! He doesn’t get to touch her—”
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“Have you forgotten who Damien is?!” Father snapped, his face inches from mine. “He’s my brother. Your uncle. You think I don’t want to tear him apart myself for saying such?!”
His eyes burned with anger, but there was something deeper in them–fear. Worry.
“But He’s not just anyone, Lennox. He’s the leading candidate to become the next Alpha King. The Council of Werewolves wants him. Half the packs fear him. Do you even understand what would happen if you went after him without thinking?
My frown deepened.
My chest heaved with heavy breaths. I could still feel my wolf raging inside me, begging me to shift, to fight. But I stayed still, my eyes locked with Father’s.
“We’re not just fighting a man,” Father continued, voice lower now but deadly serious. “We’re fighting influence. Power. Politics.”
I gritted my teeth, my eyes burning. “So what, we just sit back and do nothing? Let him take her?!”
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“No,” Father said firmly. “We will work with strategy.”
His grip loosened slightly.
“I know you love her. I know what she means to all of you,” he said, looking between me, Louis, and Levi. “But if we let rage guide us, you will lose her for good.”
I clenched my fists, anger still burning inside me, but I gave a sharp nod.
Levi stepped forward slowly. “Then what’s the plan, Father?”
Father finally released me and stepped back, running a hand through his hair.
“He’s staying here for a few days, and that gives us an advantage,” he said, but I wasn’t relieved… I still wanted to hear his plan.
Father continued. “Olivia is legally married to you three,” he said, his voice hopeful. “And she’s your fated mate. That gives you a solid claim–but since Damien isn’t backing down. I’ll report this to the Council of Werewolves. They’ll call for a hearing.”
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Levi’s eyes flashed sharply. “That’s not a good idea, Father.”
The Council of Werewolves is made up of six old men, about 50 years and above. Governing them is Alpha Matthew of the Moon Walker Pack… who is sixty years, and he is about to step down. Rumors have it that Uncle Damien, despite just being thirty–five years old, is the favorite to succeed despite not being a
member of the Council.
Father looked at him, his brows furrowed. “And why
not?”
Levi stepped forward, his eyes filled with worry. “Because if the Council gets involved, they’ll make Olivia choose–publicly. And if she says something… anything against us… we lose her. For good.”
The room fell into a suffocating silence.
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Father nodded slowly. “You’re right. This could go either way. That’s why everything now depends on
Olivia.”
My heart sank.
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Father’s voice dropped, heavy with worry. “If she tells the Council that she wants nothing to do with Damien, that she chooses you–her mates—then he’ll be forced to back off. The Council will have no choice but to
protect her bond with you.”
“And if she says we treated her badly?” I asked, my voice rough with fear. The Olivia we hurt might never want anything to do with us again.
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“Then the Council will annul the marriage,” Father said without hesitation. “Your mating bond won’t matter. They’ll declare it broken. And if Olivia requests a formal rejection…” He exhaled slowly. “You’ll lose her.”
“No,” Louis muttered, barely above a whisper. “We can’t let that happen.”
My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind.
“And that’s why this plan is a risk,” Father said. “It depends on Olivia’s words. You three need to fix whatever is broken between you and Olivia before that hearing comes. If there’s even a shadow of doubt in her heart… Damien will win.”
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“So now it’s in her hands,” I said bitterly.
Father nodded. “Yes.”
I looked at Levi, then at Louis. None of us spoke, but I could see the same fear brewing in their eyes.
We had been so caught up in pain, anger, jealousy… and now we had no choice but to hope the girl we hurt still loved us enough to forgive us and choose us.
Father turned toward the door. “You have a few days. Make them count. Earn her trust back. Show her why she loved you in the first place.”
I swallowed hard.
Father left the room and a tense silence hung in the
air.
I turned toward my brothers slowly, jaw clenched. “We can’t lose her,” I said, my voice rough with emotion.
Louis looked down at the floor, fists tightening at his sides. “When we thought she broke us… when we believed she hurt us, it nearly killed us. And now that we know the truth…“…” He looked up, his eyes burning.
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“There’s no way in hell we’re letting her go.”
Levi nodded, his expression cold with focus. “No way.”
“She’s not just our mate,” I continued. “She’s our heart… our first love… a woman we love dearly. And there is no way we will lose her.”
“No,” Louis growled. “Over my dead body.”
“We have to act,” I said firmly, stepping into the center of the room. “But this isn’t just about feelings anymore —we’ve got a lot to fix, and not much time to do it.”
Levi raised an eyebrow. “So what’s the plan?”
“I’m splitting the work,” I said. “We all have a part to play.”
They both turned to me, listening.
“Levi, I want you to focus on that forged letter. Someone wanted to tear us apart and used that damn letter to do it. Find out who. Dig into every name, every corner. If we expose them, it’ll make Olivia happy and that person will pay dearly for it.”
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Levi nodded without hesitation. “Done. I’ll start
tonight.”
“Louis,” I said, turning to him. “You’ll handle Anita. Keep a close eye on her, and yes… Take away her title as our concubine. Right now, she’s a prisoner waiting to be thrown into the cell.”
Louis’s lips curled into a snarl. “I’ve been waiting for a reason to put her in her place.”
“And me…” I exhaled, “I’ll focus on Olivia. On us. She doesn’t want us anymore–and she has every right not to. But if I can just get her to listen… if we can get even a crack in her walls, that’s all we need.”
“She’s not going to forgive us overnight,” Levi said carefully.
“I know,” I muttered. “I don’t expect her to. I don’t need her to take us back right away. I just need her to not give herself to Uncle Damien. That’s all I want right now. She should just give us time. A chance. One chance to make it up to her.”
Silence fell for a moment, then Louis put a hand on my
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shoulder.
“We’re with you,” he said. “All the way.”
Levi stepped closer too. “We fix this. Together.”
I nodded… but somehow, I felt a raging storm was on
its way.
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