Levi’s POV

“What the hell!” Louis barked, snatching the whiskey bottle from my hand. I growled, glaring at him, hating his interference.

“If you keep this up, you’ll drink yourself into the grave!” he snapped before storming off.

Miserable didn’t begin to describe how I felt, slumped on the couch. I felt like the gods themselves were mocking me; every attempt to fix my life only seemed to make it worse. The whiskey’s warmth lingered—sharp, bitter—but did nothing to soothe the pain within. 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’d finally decided to stop running, to stop hiding, to fix what I’d broken between us… she was gone. Trapped by a false memory. Now, she acts like she doesn’t remember me at all.

How the hell did everything unravel so quickly? I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, staring blankly at the floor.

15:23

I clenched my jaw, muscles twitching. I should have chased her sooner. Should never have hurt her. Now, she doesn’t even acknowledge my existence.

“Damn it!” I roared, slamming my fist against the coffee table hard enough to crack the wood.

“Levi!” Louis yelled. “If you and Lennox keep this up, there won’t be a single piece of furniture left! Get a grip!” He yelled, but I only glared and looked away. My eyes landed on Lennox, silently staring out the window, his back to me.

“What if she never recovers her memory?” Lennox suddenly asked.

“Don’t say that!” Louis interjected, leaning against the wall. “She will. Maybe tomorrow morning, who knows?” He sounded hopeful—for all of us—but I heard the fear in his voice.

Lennox scoffed. “And what if she doesn’t? What if she refuses to remember us? What then?”

Before Louis or I could respond, a knock came. The smell told us it was Mother. We weren’t in the mood, but we knew she wouldn’t leave without seeing us.

“The door’s unlocked,” I called out.

Mother entered, her heels clicking softly. She said nothing at first, just stood there, taking in the sight of her three broken sons. Any hope of finding us composed died the moment she saw Lennox staring emptily out the window, Louis pacing like a caged wolf, and me slumped on the couch, feeling the weight of the world 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. “She looked at me like a stranger… and when I said her name, she flinched. Like I was intruding in her mind.”

A tense silence fell over the room.

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Mother whispered, stepping closer.

Louis cursed and slammed his fist against the wall. Lennox remained still, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

“Have you tried calling her mother?” she asked, looking between us.

That’s when it hit us—we hadn’t. We’d been so consumed by chaos, guilt, and confusion… we hadn’t even contacted the one person who could help Olivia remember.

I sat up sharply. “Shit,” I growled, immediately opening the mind link to her mother.

“Mrs. Parks,” I called urgently. “It’s Alpha Levi. It’s about Olivia.”

The connection opened instantly, her voice tight with concern.

“What’s wrong? What happened to my daughter?”

I could feel her panic rising. “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. Worse, she has a false memory; 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.”

The link snapped off before I could 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 beside me, her eyes flickering between us—her sons, 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. “There’s something else we need to address.”

Louis turned from the wall, and Lennox finally looked 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 racing.

“She just turned of age. And when the full moon rises, her body will respond.”

Lennox swore. Louis sat heavily on 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… running to the wrong man because she didn’t remember who she truly belonged to. My wolf growled furiously inside me.

“What do we do?” Louis asked, his voice tight. “We can’t force her. We can’t just lock her up.”

“Two choices: you sit back and let her go through the pain of her first heat, wanting Gabriel—remember, she’s not mentally well, and this could worsen her condition… or you fulfill your responsibilities as her mates,” Mother said, letting her words hang in the air.

We all understood. She was telling us we had to make love to Olivia to ease her heat—regardless of whether she remembered us or not.

Personally, I had no problem with that! It was a dream come true, but I didn’t know about my brothers.

“I have no problem performing my duty as her mate,” I said aloud. Louis and Lennox stared, but I ignored them. I wasn’t taking it back.

An awkward silence hung in the air before Louis spoke.

“I will do it…” he whispered, as if not wanting us to hear.

I raised a brow and smirked slightly, the tension in my chest easing. Louis met my gaze but quickly looked away, his jaw clenched.

“Not for me,” he muttered. “For her.”

I scoffed. He was still lying to himself.

Lennox still hadn’t spoken. He was staring out the window again, arms folded tight, his body taut with conflict. I could hear his erratic heartbeat.

“Lennox?” Mother called gently. “I know this isn’t easy… but she needs you. All of you.”

He didn’t turn around at first. Then, finally, he did. His eyes looked annoyed.

“You want me to touch her?” he growled, his 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. Are you in or not? If not, your brothers can do it without you!”

Lennox’s face twitched as he frowned at Mother.

“She is my mate too!” he spat, jealously.

I scoffed inwardly. Still possessive.

“So I take that as a yes?” Mother asked, and Lennox just looked away.

“Well,” Mother began, “you men have some work to do. Make her comfortable. Show her familiar faces. Gentle words. You have four days to trigger something—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 exchanged silent glances before I stood, ready for the task.