Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 131: Cookies

Levi's POV

"Alpha, are you sure you don't need us to help you?" the head kitchen maid asked again, watching me with worried eyes.

I shook my head, already tying the apron around my waist. "No. I'll handle this myself."

She gave me a small bow and stepped back, watching me for a moment before quietly leaving the kitchen.

I took a deep breath and moved toward the counter, where the ingredients were neatly arranged. Flour, sugar, eggs, butter—everything I needed. My fingers lingered on the wooden spoon, and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

I wanted to make cookies. The ones I used to make for Olivia when we were younger. I remember the first time I made them—it was terrible, even got burnt—but with a big smile on her face, Olivia ate it all, telling me it wasn't the taste that mattered but the heart I used in making it.

That day… I had vowed to get better. I spent hours each week perfecting my technique. In a month, I was good at it—so good that every Saturday, I would make a fresh batch, just for her. Enough to last her the week. And without fail, every time I handed over that box of cookies, she smiled like it was the best thing in the world.

Unfortunately, her fourteenth birthday was the last day I prepared cookies for her… in that box I gave her, a pack of cookies was inside too.

I inhaled sharply, pushing the thought aside before it could drown me.

I took a deep breath and slowly began mixing, focusing on each step. The soft smell of butter filled the kitchen, and for a moment, it felt like I was back in those peaceful days.

I just want her to smile again, it's been long I saw her smile genuinely.

Alpha I've become, not the cold, distant man I was—but the boy who

she never forgives me… at least I can

the dough slowly, making sure everything was just right. When it was ready, I added the chocolate chips—Olivia's favorite part. She always said I added too many,

As the cookies baked, the kitchen started to smell warm and sweet, just like the old days. For a moment,

small wooden box. It was the same kind of box I used to use when we were younger. I tied a ribbon around it and held it in my hands,

the door.

is open," her

opened the door and stepped inside. She was sitting on the bed with the book Lennox had given her in her

something for you," I

confused as I walked closer and held

kind I used to make for you…" I paused and realized she would

looked at the box, then up at me. Her eyes showed a mix of

remember me, but maybe… her heart will

she said and took

to take a bite. I was so anxious—it felt like I was in a cooking competition, waiting

looked at the cookie in her hand for a moment, turning it slightly like she was trying to

My heart nearly stopped.

chewed in silence, her expression unreadable. I couldn't breathe—I just stood there, frozen,

small, very small smile tugged at

quietly, looking down at the

I didn't realize I was holding. "I