Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 131: Cookies

Chapter 131: Cookies

Levi's POV

"Alpha, are you sure you don't need us to help you?" the head kitchen maid asked again, watching with worried eyes.

I shook my head, already tying the apron around my waist. "No. I'll handle this myself."

She gave a small bow and stepped back, watching for a mont before quietly leaving the kitchen.

I took a deep breath and moved toward the counter, where the ingredients were neatly arranged. Flour, sugar, eggs, butter—everything I needed. My fingers lingered on the wooden spoon, and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

I wanted to make cookies. The ones I used to make for Olivia when we were younger. I rember the first ti I made them—it was terrible, even got burnt—but with a big smile on her face, Olivia ate it all, telling it wasn't the taste that mattered but the heart I used in making it.

That day… I had vowed to get better. I spent hours each week perfecting my technique. In a month, I was good at it—so good that every Saturday, I would make a fresh batch, just for her. Enough to last her the week. And without fail, every ti I handed over that box of cookies, she smiled like it was the best thing in the world.

Unfortunately, her fourteenth birthday was the last day I prepared cookies for her… in that box I gave her, a pack of cookies was inside too.

I inhaled sharply, pushing the thought aside before it could drown .

I took a deep breath and slowly began mixing, focusing on each step. The soft sll of butter filled the kitchen, and for a mont, it felt like I was back in those peaceful days.

I just want her to smile again, it's been long I saw her smile genuinely.

I wanted her to rember —not the Alpha I've beco, not the cold, distant man I was—but the boy who once burned cookies just to see her laugh.

Even if she never rembers… even if she never forgives … at least I can remind her of the taste of sothing made with my heart.

I mixed the dough slowly, making sure everything was just right. When it was ready, I added the chocolate chips—Olivia's favorite part. She always said I added too many, and I'd laugh and tell her to eat them all.

I put the dough on a tray and placed it in the oven. As the cookies baked, the kitchen started to sll warm and sweet, just like the old days. For a mont, it felt like nothing had changed.

When they were done, I packed them carefully in a small wooden box. It was the sa kind of box I used to use when we were younger. I tied a ribbon around it and held it in my hands, staring at it. My heart felt heavy, but I also felt a little hope.

I walked to her room and stood at the door. After taking a deep breath, I knocked.

"The door is open," her voice said softly.

I opened the door and stepped inside. She was sitting on the bed with the book Lennox had given her in her lap. She looked at , and for a second, I didn't know what to say.

"I… brought sothing for you," I said, sounding tense.

She looked a bit confused as I walked closer and held out the box.

"They're cookies," I said. "The kind I used to make for you…" I paused and realized she would be confused. "The type I used to make for soone I cared for."

She looked at the box, then up at . Her eyes showed a mix of emotions—confusion, surprise… maybe even a little warmth.

I know she doesn't rember , but maybe… her heart will rember the taste.

"Thank you," she said and took the box from .

I watched her open the box of cookies and pull out one. Where I stood, I anxiously waited for her to take a bite. I was so anxious—it felt like I was in a cooking competition, waiting for the judge to say if I passed or failed.

She looked at the cookie in her hand for a mont, turning it slightly like she was trying to figure out if it felt familiar. Then, slowly, she took a bite.

My heart nearly stopped.

She chewed in silence, her expression unreadable. I couldn't breathe—I just stood there, frozen, watching her every move.

Then… she blinked. And a small, very small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"It's… sweet," she said quietly, looking down at the cookie.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "I wasn't sure you'd like it."

"You made them yourself?" she asked.

I nodded. "Every single one."

She looked down at the box, then back at . "Thank you, Alpha Levi. But I think I have more pressing issues at hand," she said, dropping the box of cookies on the bed beside her and looked up at with a serious look.

"I heard that the full moon is taking place in three days," she said, seemingly worried.

I swallowed hard and forced a nod.

Olivia looked panicked. "I want to talk to Gabriel… please put him on the phone… I can't go on heat here… I need to be with Gabriel… it's my first heat after being his mate," she said in a panicked voice, and I froze. I didn't know what to say… what to do.

"Alpha Levi… I want to talk to my husband," she demanded.

I stepped back slowly, trying to breathe. I couldn't handle this alone.

"Lennox, Louis," I said through the mind-link, my voice shaking. "Co to Olivia's room. I need help. She's asking for Gabriel."

"Damn it." Lennox sounded pissed.

"She knows about the full moon," I added. "She's scared and wants to talk to Gabriel. Please hurry."

"We're coming," Louis said quickly.