Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 320: Stubborn

Olivia’s POV

An awkward silence settled in the air, thick, and heavy. Neither Levi nor Louis spoke, but they didn’t need to—one look at them told me all three of them were disappointed in me. The weight of that truth sat like a stone in my chest, and I felt utterly miserable.

I glanced in Levi’s direction. When our eyes met, he offered me a faint, comforting smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes—but still, it was something.

"He’s gonna be okay," Levi said gently.

Of course, I knew he’d recover from his injuries. That wasn’t what worried me. What about the hurt I’d caused with my words? What about the way I’d looked at him?

I swallowed hard. "Can I go to him?" I asked quietly, my gaze darting between Levi and Louis, searching their conflicted expressions for any sign of approval.

Finally, Louis shook his head. "Give him a few moments alone."

I frowned. "I can’t wait. I can’t let him remain angry and hurt. I have to fix this."

Louis sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Rushing in right now might make it worse. Sometimes space is better—"

"Not for me," I cut him off firmly. "I’m going to the kitchen to cook for him. It’ll be my apology."

Neither of them stopped me as I turned and walked away.

They hadn’t expected to see me in the pack house, much less in the kitchen. Without a word, I tied an

maybe Lennox’s

of ingredients began to fill the air as I moved around the kitchen, my hands working on instinct. It had been years—years—since I’d cooked for

stood right here, nervously serving them the meal I’d made from scratch. The moment they took the first bite, their faces lit up like I’d just given them the greatest gift in the world. They’d eaten like it was the most delicious thing

over the last piece, promising—no, swearing—that I would cook for them until we all grew up. I didn’t realize then how much that promise meant to them...

I stirred the pot. I couldn’t just make Lennox’s favorite. If I was going to mend the cracks between us, I wanted Levi and Louis

for more ingredients, deciding to make Levi’s favorite dish and Louis’s as well. Maybe if they could taste a piece of the past, they’d remember what we used

for Louis. I arranged them neatly, adding the little

the apron, I lifted the first two trays and carried them out to the sitting room where Levi and

as I set the plates down in front

cooked this?" Levi asked, his brows

But..." My gaze shifted toward the hall. "I’m

but neither of them tried

back toward the kitchen, my heart pounding a little harder now. His tray was waiting, still steaming. I balanced it carefully in my hands and inhaled

pull of his scent—strong, familiar, and achingly comforting—down the hallway. Every step brought me closer until I was standing at

my grip on

it was me at the door, and

door open, but it was locked. I swallowed and reached for him through the mind

heard me; I felt the deep inhale he took, but there

please," I tried again through the mind link, my