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.

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

Lennox’s favorite meal

began to fill the air as I moved around the kitchen, my hands working on instinct. It had been years—years—since

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

laughing as they fought 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

If I was going to mend the cracks between

as well. Maybe if they could taste a piece

arranged them neatly, adding the little touches I knew they loved: extra gravy for Levi, a sprinkle of herbs for Louis, and Lennox’s

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

as I set

cooked this?" Levi asked,

"Yes. For both of you. But..." My gaze shifted toward the hall. "I’m going

exchanged a quick glance with Levi, but neither

His tray was waiting, still

the pull of his scent—strong, familiar, and achingly comforting—down the hallway. Every

grip on the tray, and

answer. I could sense he already knew it was me at the door, and he didn’t

to push the door open, but it was locked. I swallowed and

me; I felt the deep inhale he

through the mind link, my voice barely