Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 122

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.

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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

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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?”

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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.”

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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.”