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.

I stepped into the kitchen, the staff froze, surprise flashing in their eyes. They hadn’t expected to see me in the pack house, much less in the kitchen. Without a word, I tied an apron around my waist and

Lennox’s favorite meal could speak for

smell 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 them. The last time, we were

meal I’d made from scratch. The moment they took the first bite, their faces lit up like I’d just given

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... or to me. The way they’d looked at me that day—it was like I’d just promised to be by their side

the pot. I couldn’t just make Lennox’s favorite. If I was going to mend

for more ingredients, deciding to make Levi’s favorite dish and Louis’s as well. Maybe if they could taste a piece of

counter—one for Lennox, one for Levi, and one for Louis. I arranged them neatly, adding the little touches I

trays and carried them out to the sitting room where Levi and Louis still

looked up in surprise as I

cooked this?" Levi asked, his brows

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

glance with Levi, but

harder now. His tray was waiting, still steaming. I balanced

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

my grip on the tray, and knocked

already knew it was me at the door, and he didn’t want

it was locked. I swallowed and reached for him through the mind link. "Lennox... please open up," I

heard me; I felt the deep inhale

the mind link, my voice barely above a whisper