Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 403: Apologies

Louis’s POV

"And what the hell was that?" Lennox snapped at me the instant Olivia teleported.

Shame burned my chest. I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "I was just joking," I muttered. "Teasing her... like we used to. I didn’t think—"

"You didn’t think at all," Levi cut in, his tone calm but his eyes hard with annoyance. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, disappointment written across his face. "You saw how wound up she was, Louis. And you pushed her further."

I clenched my fists, jaw tight. "I wasn’t trying to hurt her. It was a joke—just a damn joke."

Lennox slammed his palm against the desk, the sound echoing through the study. "This isn’t the time for jokes! She’s walking a fine line, holding herself together in front of Frederick. One wrong slip, and everything we’ve worked for goes to hell. And you—" he jabbed a finger at me, fury blazing in his eyes—"you decided to throw fuel on the fire!"

The weight of their anger pressed down on me. My wolf whimpered inside, guilt clawing at my chest. I’d seen Olivia’s eyes before she left—hurt, betrayed, furious. She didn’t even wait for me to explain.

And goodness, that stung.

"I’ll fix it," I said. "I’ll talk to her. Apologize. Whatever it takes."

Lennox’s glare didn’t soften. "You better." He spat.

I swallowed hard and left the study. I stopped in the hallway, dragging a hand down my face. My wolf pawed restlessly inside me, urging me to go after her. To find her. To make it right.

the bond. "Olivia." My voice was softer

Just silence. But I knew

letting her feel my guilt through the bond. "I didn’t mean it. The joke... it was

Liv. Truly. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

nothing. Only the faintest

I pleaded desperately, but she didn’t

do something—really fast—but what could I do? It’s not like I knew where she was so I could go after her... Olivia could be anywhere. But suddenly I got a

around," I whispered to myself

like her—enveloped me. My wolf stirred instantly, pulling me forward, guiding me through the halls until I reached the old room that used

nerves prickling through me,

There she was.

straight, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She didn’t look startled, didn’t even flinch at my sudden entrance. Instead, her brows knit together in that same stormy

slowly, shutting the door behind me. For once, I didn’t try to smile, didn’t try to charm her with the playful grin that always used

I said softly, my voice breaking in ways I

looked at me—her eyes

swallowed hard, forcing myself not to look away this time. "Say something. Yell. Curse me. Just... don’t stay quiet. Don’t

got no response from her. Sucking in a deep breath, I stepped

have joked like that. Not now. Not

She didn’t answer.