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.

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

words had failed me, maybe Lennox’s favorite meal could speak

my hands working on instinct. It had been years—years—since I’d cooked for them. The last time, we were barely more than teens. I could still picture it

I’d just given them the greatest gift in the world. They’d eaten like it was the most delicious thing they’d ever tasted, and between mouthfuls, they kept showering

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

Lennox’s favorite. If I was

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 to

the counter—one for Lennox, one for Levi, and one for Louis. I arranged them neatly, adding the little touches I knew they loved: extra

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

surprise as I set the plates

this?" Levi asked, his

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

quick glance with Levi, but neither of them tried to

my heart pounding a little harder now. His tray was waiting, still steaming. I balanced it carefully in

and achingly comforting—down the hallway. Every step brought me closer until I was standing at the

my grip on

answer. I could sense he already knew it was

swallowed and reached for him through the mind link. "Lennox... please open

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

please," I tried again through the mind link, my voice barely above a whisper in my