Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 131

Levi’s POVR

“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, lling me it wasn’t the taste that mattered but the heart I used

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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

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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.

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“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