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 all three of them were disappointed in . 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 t, he offered a faint, comforting smile—one that didn’t quite reach his eyes—but still, it was sothing.

"He’s gonna be okay," Levi said gently.

Of course, I knew he’d recover from his injuries. That wasn’t what worried . 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 monts 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. Sotis space is better—"

"Not for ," I cut him off firmly. "I’m going to the kitchen to cook for him. It’ll be my apology."

Neither of them stopped as I turned and walked away.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the staff froze, surprise flashing in their eyes. They hadn’t expected to see in 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 , maybe Lennox’s favorite al could speak for .

The sll 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 ti, we were barely more than teens. I could still picture it clearly...

That day, I’d stood right here, nervously serving them the al I’d made from scratch. The mont 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 showering with praise.

I rembered 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 ant to them... or to . The way they’d looked at that day—it was like I’d just promised to be by their side forever.

The mory made smile faintly as I stirred the pot. I couldn’t just make Lennox’s favorite. If I was going to nd 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 rember what we used to be... before everything got so complicated.

By the ti I 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 .

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 brought closer 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 was at the door, and he didn’t want in.

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 ; 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 tal.

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 let near them.

"Lennox," I whispered again, pressing my forehead to the door. "I made your favorite. You don’t even have to talk to . Just... eat. Please."

Another deep inhale from him—audible this ti, like he was trying to keep himself from reacting. But still, no response.

Frustration and desperation tangled inside . My hands tightened around the tray until my knuckles ached. "You can remain angry at if you want. You can ignore forever. But you’re not going to starve because you’re too stubborn to see ."

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 . "I’ll be here," I told him softly, through the mind link. "When you’re ready to open the door... I’ll be here."