Olivia’s POV
One month later.
Everything was finally okay. Life had moved from a nightmare into a dream so fast. Lennox was recovering at a rate that baffled the doctors; his strength was back, his hair had grown in thick and dark again, and he was already back to performing his duties as Alpha.
The boys were at school, and for the first time in weeks, the mansion was quiet. Too quiet. I decided to head to the study, knowing the three of them were in there "working," which usually meant a mix of pack business and bickering over who got to take me out next.
But the moment I pushed the door open, the playful mood I’d carried died instantly.
The air was thick and heavy, charged with a tension so sharp I could taste it. Lennox, Levi, and Louis were all seated on the couches, but none of them were looking at each other. Lennox was rubbing his face with both hands, looking frustrated. Levi had his eyes closed tight, leaning his head back against the leather, and Louis let out a long, shaky sigh that sounded like a growl.
"What is going on?" I asked, closing the door behind me and leaning against it. "I could smell the stress from the hallway."
Louis was the first to look up, his eyes pained. Lennox dropped his hands, his face weary.
"The Council reached a verdict today, Olivia," Lennox said, his voice gratingly low. "They’ve found our father guilty of treason. For the plot to kill me and for trying to seize the bloodline power... they’ve sentenced him to death."
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked softly, walking into the center of the room.
Louis stood up, pacing like a caged animal. "He’s a monster. We know that. He wanted Lennox dead so he could rule through us. But..." He stopped, looking at his brothers. "He is our father. Still our father. How are we supposed to be the ones to spill his blood?"
Levi opened his eyes, looking hollow. "If we let him live, the Council sees us as weak. If we kill him, we carry the weight of being kinslayers for the rest of our lives. It’s a trap."
I looked at the three of them—men who had just fought so hard to find peace. I couldn’t let them start this new era with their father’s blood on their hands. It would rot the foundation of everything we just rebuilt.
"No," I said firmly, drawing all three of their gazes. "No matter what he is, he is the reason you three exist. He should not go unpunished—not after what he did to Lennox, and what he put us through—but death? No. We aren’t doing that."
"The Council won’t accept a slap on the wrist, Olivia," Lennox warned. "They want justice."
"Then we give them a different kind of justice," I replied, my mind racing. "A punishment worse than death for a man who craved power more than his own children."
I sat down between Lennox and Levi, taking their hands. "We strip him. We use the bond and the healers to sever his connection to his wolf. We take his title, his land, and his pride. We exile him to the northern wastes—to live out his days as a human, alone, watching from afar as the sons he tried to break become the greatest Alphas this pack has ever seen."


I felt the dark cloud that had been hovering over the room finally lift. They had a plan now—one that didn’t involve becoming the very thing they hated.

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When Olivia finds out she is related to alpha Calvin the chapters don’t make any sense and are not in order. Hopefully this doesn’t keep happening through the remaining 400 chapters....