Lennox’s POV

With the help of our betas and guards, we were taken to my room. None of us had the strength to walk—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, we collapsed onto the bed like broken men. Our hearts felt as if they were burning, searing from the inside out. The agony was unlike anything I had ever known. It wasn't just physical; it was soul-deep, sharp, and unrelenting. It felt as if pieces of us had been ripped away, leaving only hollow shells.

Three healers rushed in, their faces pale with worry, their hands already glowing with soft magic. They moved quickly, muttering incantations, trying everything—spells to ease the pain, herbs to calm our nerves, soothing words to comfort. Their hands pressed against our chests and temples, desperately trying to stitch us back together.

But we knew the truth. No matter their magic or skill, the real wound was deeper than flesh. The damage was in places they couldn't reach—in our hearts, in our souls. The pain there would never go away.

I turned my head and looked at Levi, lying beside me. He was crying. Silent tears rolled down his face. His chest rose and fell with shaky breaths as he fought to control himself. He was falling apart, just like me.

On my other side, Louis lay still, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. He wasn't crying, but I felt his pain—in his clenched fists, his tight jaw, his trembling body.

We were broken. All three of us. And the worst part? We did this to ourselves.

I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. Olivia’s voice echoed in my head: “Lennox Luciano… I, Olivia Parker… reject you as my mate.”

Fresh, hot tears fell, but I didn't wipe them away. My wolf cried too, broken and empty. I reached inside, searching for the bond, for that warm feeling, that pull, the sense that I could always find her. But there was nothing. Just silence. It felt like part of my soul had been ripped out, something sacred taken and never to return.

“Maybe we should have fought harder…” Louis whispered, his voice shaking. “We shouldn’t have agreed to the rejection.”

I didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. We couldn’t fight it—not with the Elders’ decision, not when Olivia herself wanted it, not with the solid proof she had. Even if we'd told them about the letters—about being bewitched, poisoned against her—no one would have believed us. Not even her. She’d think it was just another excuse, another lie.

And the worst part? We thought if we accepted the rejection, she would stay. But we were wrong. Our plan didn’t work. And now… she’s gone.

A sudden sound snapped me from my thoughts. One of the healers gasped. “Alpha Levi—his pulse is dropping!”

“What?” I jolted up, the pain forgotten as I turned to him. Levi’s face was pale, his lips blue, his eyes half-closed. His breaths were shallow, 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 giving him a potion. One pressed her hands over his heart, whispering a spell.

I held my breath, clutching his hand. “Come on… you can’t leave us,” I whispered.

Then—finally—he gasped. His eyes flew open, air rushed into his lungs. His chest heaved as he started breathing again. His fingers twitched, and a tear slid from his eye.

“He’s stable,” the healer said, relieved. “But he was close.”

I let out a shaky breath, burying my face in my hands. 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. It was our mother.

She ran in, eyes wide with panic, followed 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, reaching for us.

Father looked at us, his 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; he had a victorious smirk. My weak wolf growled angrily. I forced myself up and approached him, my hands trembling with anger.

“How could you, Uncle… how could you do this to us…” I spat, seething with anger and pain. “There are so many girls… why our Olivia…” I stood inches from him. Damien was more than an uncle; he was like an elder brother. When I was younger, confused by my feelings for Olivia, I’d gone to him, leaving home 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. “An eye for an eye, right?”

I froze. His words made no sense. “What… what are you talking about?” I asked, my anger twisting into confusion.