166 Turn Back Time

Olivia’s POV

Lennox had this pitiful look on his face—one that might have softened me once. But now? Now it only made my anger boil hotter.

“Olivia… can we talk?” he asked quietly, taking a small step closer.

I nodded, arms folded. “Go ahead. I’m listening.”

He opened his mouth, then shut it again. His lips pressed into a tight line, like he didn’t know how to begin. That was strange—Lennox was never the type to struggle with words. If anything, he always knew just what to say.

“Alpha Lennox,” I said, my voice harsh, “if you have nothing to say, I’ll be on my way.”

I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.

I froze. The touch sent a shiver through me, not from affection—but from everything that had happened. I took a deep breath, turned slowly, and yanked my hand free.

“Don’t touch me,” I said quietly, but firmly.

“Olivia…” Lennox stepped back a little, guilt heavy in his voice. “I know… I know what we did can’t be undone. My brothers and I… we don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not now. Maybe not ever. But please… just give us a chance. A chance to fix what we broke.” He paused, his voice cracking a little. “We’re not asking you to forget. You can hate us. You can be angry. But just let us try. Let us make it up to you—whatever it takes, however long it takes.”

My heart thudded in my chest. I didn’t reply. I just stared at him, waiting. He wasn’t done.

“We’ve reported Damien to the Council of Werewolves,” he continued, more firmly now. “The first hearing is next week.”

That caught my attention.

My brows pulled together, “Why?”

“Because he’s overstepped,” Lennox said, his jaw clenched. “He knows you’re mated to us. He’s our uncle, and he crossed a line. We had to act. The Council agreed to hear it.”

I folded my arms again. “And what does this have to do with me?”

He looked down for a second, then back up at me.

“They’re going to give you a choice,” he said quietly. “At the hearing, they’ll ask if you want to stay with us or reject the bond completely. You’ll be free to choose.”

The words hit me hard.

“And I believe you already know what I would choose.”

Lennox’s eyes widened with fear. “Olivia… please don’t.”

He took another step closer, voice trembling slightly now.

“Please choose us. Please choose to stay. We’ll prove to you that we can be better. That we will be better. We’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you if that’s what it takes. Just give us the chance. That’s all we’re asking for.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I stared Lennox right in the face. “You want a chance?”

He nodded, desperation in his eyes. “Yes, Olivia. Please. We know we were wrong. But those letters… they broke us. They turned us into people we weren’t. Olivia, you know the truth. Think about the past. You know we loved you. We cherished you. You were our life. And getting those letters–thinking they came from you–it destroyed us. It changed everything.”

His voice cracked with emotion, but I just stared, my expression unreadable.

“Do you even realize how badly you three hurt me?” I asked, my voice low, trembling with restrained rage. “Do you even know what you three did to me?”

“Yes,” he whispered, pain flickering in his eyes. “I know. I do. And we’re sorry. So sorry.” Then, to my shock, Lennox dropped to his knees.

Right there in the garden. The Alpha of the Full Moon Pack, on his knees before me.

A few staff members passing by stopped, stunned. Their eyes widened at the sight, unsure if they were seeing right.

“Please, Olivia,” Lennox begged, hands open as if pleading for mercy. “All we want is a chance… Just time. Time to make it up to you. To prove we’re not those same men anymore. Let us try. That’s all we’re asking.”

I stared down at him, my jaw clenched so tight it ached.

“You want time?” I said, my lips trembling.

He nodded slowly. “Yes. Please.”

“Then turn back time.”

He froze.

“Take me back to when you didn’t call me a thief,” I said, my voice sharp. “Take me back to the moment before you all accused me, punished me like a criminal, made me kneel under the burning sun with pepper rubbed into my skin.”

Lennox’s shoulders dropped, guilt written all over him.

“Turn it all back,” I continued. “The insults, the neglect. The way you looked at me like I was nothing. The days you let Anita mock me, while you said nothing. The days you chose her over me.”

I stepped closer, my voice shaking now—but with anger, not sadness.

“Turn back time to our wedding night,” I whispered. “When you f***ed her right in front of me. Knowing it would tear me apart. Knowing what that would do to your mate. And yet you still did it.”

My voice cracked on the word mate, and I hated that it did. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady the tremble in my hands. I wouldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not in front of him.

My wolf whimpered inside me, and right away, a new wave of pain hit me. It felt like my chest was breaking all over again.

A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it. I wiped it away quickly, hating that even now… even after everything… my body still remembered the pain.

Lennox’s lips trembled, but he said nothing.

“And last of all,” I said, forcing the strength back into my tone, “undo the fact that Anita is pregnant with your children. Do that, Lennox. Erase every wound, every scar you and your brothers gave me. Erase the pain you caused.”

I crossed my arms again, my frown deepening.

“If you can do that,” I said, my voice low, “then I’ll consider giving you a second chance.”

The silence that followed was heavy. You could hear the wind. The sound of birds. Even the shifting of shocked feet from those watching.

But Lennox said nothing.

Because he couldn’t rewind time.

And we both knew it.

The silence stretched.

I watched him, still on his knees, his head bowed in shame. But I didn’t feel sorry for him. They never felt sorry for me—not once.

“You can’t, can you?” I said finally, my voice hollow. “You can’t turn back time.”

Lennox lifted his head slowly, the pain in his eyes raw and tears stood in them, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t let it move me.

“Since you can’t undo it. Any of it… then I can’t give you and your brothers a second chance.”

I turned away before I could say more. My steps were quick, my heart pounding.

I walked deeper into the garden, needing space, air—something to drown out the weight crushing my chest. I didn’t notice the sharp piece of glass hidden among fallen leaves until it was too late.

“Ah!” I hissed, stumbling slightly as the jagged edge sliced into the arch of my foot.

I limped forward and dropped onto a nearby bench, pain blooming in my foot as blood stained the stone below. I pressed my fingers to the cut, wincing. Of course. Of all the damn times for something else to go wrong.

I leaned back against the bench, closing my eyes.

“I just want one thing,” I whispered to no one. “I just want to be free of pain.”

I didn’t mean the foot. Not really. But even as the words left my mouth, I felt it—a soft warmth spreading over the wound. I looked down, startled.

The cut was closing, the skin knitting itself back together like it had never been there.

I blinked.

The pain vanished. Just like that.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

I stared at my foot, completely healed. No scar. No trace of the pain from moments ago.

“What the hell…” I whispered, breath catching in my throat.

My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, her voice low, filled with confusion.

“Gift of healing?”

I shook my head slowly, still staring in disbelief. No. No, it’s not possible. Healing wasn’t something passed through my bloodline. None of my parents had it. None of my ancestors. We were warriors—none was a healer.

So how the hell could I have the gift of healing?

My heart pounded. Confusion twisted inside me. I stood up, testing my foot. The pain was completely gone.

Not even a limp.

Not even a sting.

I needed answers. Now.

I rushed back to the pack house, my thoughts spinning. I didn’t stop until I reached the hallway to my quarters.

When I pushed open the door to my room, I found Lolita and Nora inside, arranging fresh linens on my bed and putting away folded clothes.

They looked up, startled at my sudden entrance.

“Olivia?” Nora asked, brows pulling together. “Are you okay?”

“No,” I said quickly, closing the door behind me. “I need your help. Both of you.”

Lolita blinked, setting down a pillow. “What’s wrong?”

“I think…” I hesitated, still unsure how to even explain it. “I think I might have a gift. A new one. Healing.”

Lolita and Nora exchanged quick, confused glances.

“What do you mean?” Nora asked, stepping closer.

“I stepped on glass in the garden,” I said. “It cut deep. I sat down, and I just wished it would heal. And it did. Just like that. No scar. Nothing.”

Nora frowned. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.” I paused, looking between them. “Can we… can we test it?”

Nora didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed a pin from the sewing kit on the table nearby and dragged it across her palm. A thin line of blood welled up instantly.

“Wait—Nora—”

“It’s fine,” she said quickly. “Do it. Try.”

I swallowed hard, then moved closer and reached for her hand.

I pressed my fingers gently over the cut and whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud: “Heal.”

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the same warmth returned—soft and golden under my skin, like sunlight filtering through clouds. I felt it pass from my palm to hers.

And right in front of us, the cut on her hand closed. The skin mended, smooth and perfect, as if it had never been there at all.

Lolita gasped.

Nora’s eyes widened. “Oh my goddess…”

I staggered back a step, my heart pounding.

“It’s real,” I breathed. “It’s really real.”

Lolita blinked in awe. “But… how? No one in your bloodline has the healing gift.”

“I know,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “That’s what scares me… because if this isn’t from my bloodline, then where did it come from?”

Nora held out her hand again, the skin still smooth where she’d cut it. “This isn’t ordinary healing, Olivia. This is rare. Sacred. You don’t just… get this.”

I sat down slowly on the edge of my bed, still stunned. My fingers still tingled from the magic.

“What does it mean?” I whispered.

Neither of them answered.

Because none of us knew.

Nora and Lolita sat beside me.

“What will you do? Are you going to tell everyone?” Lolita asked, but I shook my head.

“No… Let’s keep this a secret. And besides, I’m not sure if this is real… I may wake tomorrow and it’s gone.”

Both Nora and Lolita nodded. “Our lips are shut.”

I flashed them an appreciative smile and looked away. I was supposed to be happy. The gift of healing was rare—sacred. But deep down, something felt off. Like this wasn’t a gift at all…