Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 131

131: Cookies 131: Cookies Levi’s POV “Alpha, are you sure you don’t need us to help you?” the head kitchen maid asked again, watching me with worried eyes.

I shook my head, already tying the apron around my waist.

“No.

I’ll handle this myself.” She gave me a small bow and stepped back, watching me for a moment 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 remember the first time I made them-it was terrible, even got burnt-but with a big smile on her face, Olivia ate it all, telling me 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 time 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 me.

I took a deep breath and slowly began mixing, focusing on each step.

The soft smell of butter filled the kitchen, and for a moment, 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 remember me-not the Alpha I’ve become, not the cold, distant man I was-but the boy who once burned cookies just to see her laugh.

Even if she never remembers… even if she never forgives me… at least I can remind her of the taste of something 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 smell warm and sweet, just like the old days.

For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed.

When they were done, I packed them carefully in a small wooden box.

It was the same 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 me, and for a second, I didn’t know what to say.

“I… brought something 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 someone I cared for.” She looked at the box, then up at me.

Her eyes showed a mix of emotions-confusion, surprise… maybe even a little warmth.

I know she doesn’t remember me, but maybe… her heart will remember the taste.

“Thank you,” she said and took the box from me.

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 moment, 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 me.

“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 me 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.

“Come 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.