Triple Fated: A Romance Novel

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 toldall 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 offereda 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 stoppedas I turned and walked away.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the staff froze, surprise flashing in their eyes. They hadn't expected to seein the pack house, much less in the kitchen. Without a word, I tied an apron around my waist and began pulling out ingredients.

If words had failed me, maybe Lennox's favorite meal could speak for me.

The 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 barely more than teens. I could still picture it clearly...

That day, I'd 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 they'd ever tasted, and between mouthfuls, they kept showeringwith praise.

I remembered 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 atthat day—it was like I'd just promised to be by their side forever.

The memory madesmile faintly as 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 to feel it too.

So, I reached 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 to be... before everything got so complicated.

By the tI was done, three trays sat on 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 gravy for Levi, a sprinkle of herbs for Louis, and Lennox's favorite hot sauce on the side.

Wiping my hands on the apron, I lifted the first two trays and carried them out to the sitting room where Levi and Louis still sat.

They both looked up in surprise as I set the plates down in front of them.

"You... cooked this?" Levi asked, his brows lifting.

I gave a small nod. "Yes. For both of you. But..." My gaze shifted toward the hall. "I'm going to take Lennox's to him now." Louis exchanged a quick glance with Levi, but neither of them tried to stop me.

I turned 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 deeply.

Then I followed the pull of his scent-strong, familiar, and achingly comforting-down the hallway. Every step broughtcloser until I was standing at the door to his room.

I took a breath, tightening my grip on the tray, and knocked softly.

He didn't answer. I could sense he already knew it wasat the door, and he didn't wantin.

I tried to push the door open, but it was locked. I swallowed and reached for him through the mind link. "Lennox... please open up," I pleaded.

I knew he heard me; I felt the deep inhale he took, but there was still no response.

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

Silence.

No footsteps. No sound of the lock turning. Just stillness.

Among the three, Lennox was the most stubborn-stone-willed and impossible to move when he'd made up his mind He could shut the world out for days if he wanted to, and I knew I was asking him to open a door that was more than just wood and metal.

My chest tightened. I could feel him on the other side-his presence heavy, steady, but locked down like a fortress. His emotions were there too, faint threads of hurt and anger that he kept wound tight, refusing to letnear them. "Lennox," I whispered again, pressing my forehead to the door. "I made your favorite. You don't even have to talk to me. Just... eat. Please." Another deep inhale from him-audible this time, like he was trying to keep himself from reacting. But still, no response.

Frustration and desperation tangled inside me. My hands tightened around the tray until my knuckles ached. You can remain angry atif you want. You can ignoreforever. But you're not going to starve because you're too stubborn to see me." Silence.

I closed my eyes. This was Lennox-strong-headed, proud, the one who never bent until he was ready. I could beg all night, and it still might not matter.

But I wasn't leaving.

I sank to the floor just outside his door, setting the tray beside me. "I'll be here," I told him softly, through the mind link. "When you're ready to open the door... I'll be here." to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.