Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Apologies

Louis’s POV

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

Shame burned my chest. I looked away, unable to meet 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, disappointment 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 slammed his palm against the desk, the sound echoing through the study. "This isn’t the time 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 me, fury blazing in his eyes—"you decided to throw fuel on the fire!"

The weight of their anger pressed down on me. 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 me 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 me, urging me 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 me."

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

My chest tightened. I pushed again, this time letting her feel my guilt through the bond. "I didn’t mean 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 movement would calm the panic inside me. "I’m sorry, Liv. Truly. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please... talk to me. Yell at me if you want. Just don’t shut me 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 me.

A deep sigh left my lips as I opened my eyes. I needed to do something—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 nutmeg, sharp and stubborn, just like her—enveloped me. My wolf stirred instantly, pulling me forward, guiding me 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 me, but I didn’t give myself time to hesitate. I pushed the door open.

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