Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 403: Apologies

Louis’s POV

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

Sha burned my chest. I looked away, unable to et 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, disappointnt 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 slamd his palm against the desk, the sound echoing through the study. "This isn’t the ti 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 , fury blazing in his eyes—"you decided to throw fuel on the fire!"

The weight of their anger pressed down on . 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 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 , urging to go after her. To find her. To make it right.

Closing my eyes, I reached through the bond. "Olivia." My voice was softer than usual. "Please. Listen to ."

No response. Just silence. But I knew she could hear .

My chest tightened. I pushed again, this ti letting her feel my guilt through the bond. "I didn’t an it. The joke... it was stupid. I should’ve known better. You’ve been carrying too much already, and I only added to it. That wasn’t fair."

I paused, pacing the corridor as if the movent would calm the panic inside . "I’m sorry, Liv. Truly. I didn’t an to hurt you. Please... talk to . Yell at if you want. Just don’t shut out."

Still nothing. Only the faintest echo of her wolf.

"Oli... I’m sorry..." I pleaded desperately, but she didn’t respond; rather, she shut the mind link at .

A deep sigh left my lips as I opened my eyes. I needed to do sothing—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 whiff of her scent. My brow furrowed.

"Olivia is around," I whispered to myself and began moving.

Her scent—honey laced with a faint trace of nutg, sharp and stubborn, just like her—enveloped . My wolf stirred instantly, pulling forward, guiding through the halls until I reached the old room that used to be hers.

My hand hovered on the knob for half a second, nerves prickling through , but I didn’t give myself ti to hesitate. I pushed the door open.

There she was.

Olivia sat on the bed, back 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 sa stormy frown that made my chest tighten.

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

"Liv..." I said softly, my voice breaking in ways I hated. "You are here."

She looked at —her eyes filled with anger.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to look away this ti. "Say sothing. Yell. Curse . Just... don’t stay quiet. Don’t shut out."

Yet I got no response from her. Sucking in a deep breath, I stepped closer and sat beside her, and luckily she didn’t shift away.

"I’m sorry, Olivia," I said finally. "I shouldn’t have joked like that. Not now. Not when you’re already carrying so much. I wasn’t thinking."

She didn’t answer.

I leaned forward, forcing her to see the truth in my face. "You an everything to . The last thing I’d ever want is to hurt you, yet I keep ssing it up. That’s on . Not you. You deserved my support, not my stupidity."

Still nothing. Just that deep, unreadable frown on her face. My chest tightened painfully.

"I’m sorry, Olivia. Please do anything to pour out your anger," I went on, softer now, almost pleading. "Yell at ... scold ... Just... don’t shut out completely."

For a long mont, she just stared at . My wolf whimpered in the silence, bracing for rejection.

Then Olivia sighed, her arms loosening just a little. "You’re an idiot, Louis," she muttered.

Relief crashed through so hard I nearly laughed. "Yeah," I breathed. "I am. But I’m your idiot."

Her lips twitched, the smallest smile breaking through her frown. And before I could say another word, she grabbed by the shirt and pulled into a kiss.

I kissed her back like I had been holding my breath for years. It was strong enough to show I ant it, but gentle enough not to scare her. Her hands slid into my hair, holding close, and for a mont the whole world faded until there was only her lips and the beat of my heart.

When she pulled away, she was only a little space from . Her chest rose and fell fast as she breathed, and her eyes locked on mine, bright and full of fire.

"I’m not really sure you’ve forgiven ," I said, my voice rough and shaky. The words ca out smaller than I wanted, but she always knew how to pull out the part of that was weak.

She let out a short laugh, sharp but happy. Then, without looking away, she stood up from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of . My heart jumped hard in my chest, and even my wolf stirred, restless and wild.

She reached for my belt slowly, her fingers brushing the buckle. She looked up at with that dangerous, playful smile on her face. "Maybe this will convince you," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive, sending a shiver through .