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The Triplet's Bullied Mate You’re asking me to be bait. Again!
Elowen’s POVThe air inside the mansion was thick with tension, but it wasn’t the same as before. This was different. Darker.Theron stood by the window, staring out into the storm as if expecting another attack. Ranon was seated on the arm of the leather couch, silent but alert. And Alaric…Alaric hadn’t let go of my hand since I told them the truth.It had been their uncle—not their father—who had sent those rogues after me.The man who had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to seize power after I had destroyed their father’s kingdom.“He won’t stop,” I said, my voice steady despite the weight of my exhaustion. “He wants what your father wanted—my blood.”Alaric’s grip on me tightened. “Then we’ll end him.”“It’s not that simple,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as I pushed myself up. My body still ached from the fight, but I couldn’t sit still. “Your uncle isn’t just any Alpha. He’s been planning this for years, maybe even longer than your father.”Theron exhaled
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate How far was I willing to go to destroy his family?
Elowen’s POV The grand mansion felt colder than usual. The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled before a storm. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, as if echoing the battle that was brewing inside my mind.I stood by the fireplace, watching the flames dance, the embers flickering like dying stars. My thoughts were restless, tangled with strategies and dangers. I knew what we had to do. I knew the risk.But knowing didn’t make it easier.Footsteps approached behind me—steady, purposeful. I didn’t need to turn around. I could feel him.“You’re thinking too much.”Alaric’s deep voice was softer than usual, but there was an edge to it, a tightness that told me he was just as unsettled as I was.“I have to think,” I murmured, still watching the fire. “Your uncle isn’t like your father. He won’t be reckless.”“He’ll be ruthless,” Alaric corrected, stepping closer until his body heat curled around me.I turned slightly, meeting his stormy blue gaze. The firelight refl
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate His lips crashed into mine, hungry, claiming.
Elowen’s POV The air inside the mansion was thick with tension. Though everyone tried to act normal, there was an unspoken understanding—this was the calm before the storm.After agreeing to stay with them, I found myself in Alaric’s massive bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls. It smelled like cedarwood and something distinctly him.I shifted uncomfortably near the edge of the bed. “This is ridiculous. I could’ve stayed in my own room.”Alaric, who had been leaning against the doorway, arched a brow. “And risk you sneaking off to handle things yourself? Not happening.”Before I could argue, Ranon flopped onto the bed with an exaggerated groan, stretching out like he owned the place. “I call dibs on the left side.”I blinked at him. “What are you doing?”Ranon smirked. “Getting comfortable, obviously.”Theron, standing near the window with his arms crossed, let out a low sigh. “We said we’d stay together. That means we’re all here
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate Come for me, little witch.
Elowen's POV My back hit the bed, my legs dangling over the side. The guys followed, their weight pinning me to the mattress. I gasped, my nails digging into Theron's back, as his teeth grazed the side of my neck. "You're going to regret this, little witch," he purred. "Regret ever denying us." A shiver rolled down my spine at his words. "You're ours," Ranon whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "And we're never letting you go." "Never," Alaric growled, his fingers tightening around my hips. My body was on fire, my mind clouded by desire. "Touch me," I whispered, arching my back. "Please." Alaric's grip tightened as he pushed the hem of my dress higher, his thumb grazing my inner thigh. Theron's lips moved down, tracing the curve of my collarbone. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, his teeth nipping. Heat pooled in my core. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his lips trailing lower. "I want to see how sweet you are." My head fell back as his fingers dipped b
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-21The Triplet's Bullied Mate And we're just getting started.
Elowen's POV My heart thudded in my chest, anticipation curling through me. Ranon's gaze swept over me, his lips curving into a smirk. "Now, let's see if you taste as good as you smell." I arched a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" He leaned in, his breath fanning over my skin. "You have no idea what you do to us." To him. My breathing hitched. "Show me." He laughed, his hands sliding up my sides. "Gladly." His fingers dipped between my thighs, stroking my clit. My eyes closed, pleasure rippling through me. "So wet," he purred. "Just the way I like it." I gasped as his teeth scraped my earlobe, his thumb swirling around my sensitive flesh. "Tell me, little witch," he whispered. "How badly do you want me?" "So badly," I breathed. "Show me," he demanded, his fingers circling faster. I reached for him, my hand trailing down his chest, his stomach. His muscles flexed under my touch, his body tensing as I slid my hand beneath his waistband. He hissed out a
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-22The Triplet's Bullied Mate Breakfast had never been this dangerous before.
Elowen’s POVThe room was heavy with the aftermath of something I couldn’t quite name. The air was thick, almost suffocating, carrying the scent of sweat, desire, and something darker—something that felt like inevitability. My skin still burned where their hands had been, my lips tender from their kisses. I lay between them, my body pressed against Alaric’s warmth, his arm draped possessively over my waist. Ranon’s fingers traced idle patterns on my arm, his touch light but deliberate, as if he were memorizing the feel of my skin. Theron, ever the brooding enigma, sat at the edge of the bed, his back rigid, his breathing uneven. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.Reality crashed over me like a tidal wave, cold and unrelenting.What have I done?This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to want them. I wasn’t supposed to let them in. This was supposed to be about revenge, about making them feel the pain they had caused me. But somewhere along the way,
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-23The Triplet's Bullied Mate Don’t keep him waiting, little witch!!!
Elowen’s POV I gripped my fork tighter, trying to ignore the way the air had thickened around us. The way they were looking at me. Like I was theirs. Like last night had changed everything.I hated how easily they unraveled me.I hated that a part of me didn’t want to fight it.I cleared my throat, forcing my focus back on my plate. “So, what’s the plan now?”Alaric was the first to respond. “We find our uncle. We end this before he comes for you again.”My stomach twisted. Their uncle—the same bastard who had sent those rogues after me. The one who wanted my witch blood for his own twisted reasons.Theron leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “He won’t stop, Elowen. He sees you as a threat.”Ranon smirked, but there was nothing amused about it. “And he’s right.”I clenched my jaw. “Then we don’t wait. We take the fight to him.”Alaric studied me for a moment before nodding. “Agreed.”Theron crossed his arms, his gaze flicking over me. “But that means you’re staying with us.”I stiffened.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-24The Triplet's Bullied Mate I love watching you lose control, brother.
Elowen’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating.After my encounter with Ranon on the balcony, I had barely taken a step inside before Theron closed the distance between us. His presence was overwhelming, his golden eyes filled with something unreadable.Something dangerous."You shouldn't let Ranon get too close," Theron murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.I tilted my chin up defiantly. "And why not? Afraid he’ll steal me away?"A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I don’t need to be afraid of something that won’t happen."I scoffed, stepping around him, but he caught my wrist, stopping me. His grip was firm yet careful, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to hold on or let go."Let me go, Theron," I said, but my voice betrayed me, coming out softer than I intended.His fingers loosened, but he didn’t release me completely. Instead, he tugged me just enough that I stumbled slightly—right into his chest.I inhaled sharply.His scent wrapped around me, intoxicating, maddening."You
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The Triplet's Bullied Mate Midnight wanderings can lead to beautiful discoveries.
Elowen’s POV We sat like that for a long time, our hands clasped across the cool wood of the kitchen table, the silence a comfortable tapestry woven with unspoken affection and shared understanding. The gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway marked the slow passage of the late hour, each tick a quiet affirmation of the peaceful intimacy that enveloped us. The moonlight continued its silent vigil through the arched window, bathing the deserted kitchen in a soft, ethereal glow. Alaric’s thumb continued its slow, soothing strokes across the back of my hand, a simple gesture that spoke volumes of his quiet tenderness. His silver eyes, still softened by the late hour, held a steady gaze, a silent reassurance that transcended the need for words. In that moment, the complexities of our lives, the ever-present awareness of the triplets’ possessiveness, the weight of the Academy’s scrutiny – all of it seemed to recede, leaving only the profound connection between Alaric and m
The Triplet's Bullied Mate You are my calm in the storm.
Elowen’s POV The remainder of the evening passed with a renewed sense of quiet solidarity. The brief intrusion by Lysander had served as a stark reminder of the outside world’s perception of our unconventional bond, but it had also solidified the unwavering unity between the triplets and me. Ranon’s possessive hand never left mine, Alaric’s protective arm remained draped across my shoulders, and Theron’s occasional sardonic remarks were now laced with an extra layer of territoriality. Later, as the common room emptied and the Academy settled into its nightly quiet, we retreated to the triplets’ suite. The familiar comfort of their shared living space, the scent of their combined pheromones a soothing balm to my senses, eased the lingering tension of the day. Ranon had built a roaring fire in the hearth, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Alaric was meticulously cleaning his blades, the rhythmic shick-shick of the whetstone a familiar sound. Theron was
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Sharing is caring, isn’t that what they say?
Elowen’s POV The night with Ranon was a whirlwind of raw sensation and possessive tenderness. His touch was demanding, his kisses branding, each caress a silent claim. Yet, beneath the fierce exterior, there was a surprising gentleness, a deep-seated need to connect on a level that transcended mere physicality. We lost ourselves in each other, the cool stone of the gazebo a stark contrast to the burning heat of our bodies entwined under the watchful gaze of the moon. When dawn finally broke, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold, I awoke nestled in his arms, the lingering scent of our passion clinging to the air. He was still asleep, his dark hair tousled, his strong arms wrapped protectively around me. A sense of deep contentment settled within me, a quiet understanding of the intricate tapestry of my relationships with the triplets. Each connection was unique, each filled a different part of me, and last night had been a powerful reminder of the intense, undeniable bond
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Let’s find somewhere a little more… private.
Elowen’s POV The rest of the day at the Academy passed in a blur of lectures and drills, each moment punctuated by the subtle awareness of the triplets’ watchful gazes. Ranon’s hand never strayed far, a possessive warmth against my skin. Alaric’s silver eyes followed me with a quiet intensity, a silent promise of unwavering support. Theron’s sharp observations and sardonic remarks were always directed my way, a constant, teasing reminder of our intertwined lives. The undercurrent of the morning’s events lingered, a subtle shift in the way the other students interacted with me. There was a newfound respect, tinged with a healthy dose of fear, in their eyes. Caelum’s defeat at my hands had clearly sent a ripple through the Academy’s hierarchy. As dusk began to paint the sky in hues of fiery orange and soft violet, we found ourselves in the training gardens, a secluded sanctuary tucked away behind the main buildings. The air was fragrant with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and da
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Hope you don’t bruise easily, Caelum.
Elowen’s POV The air in the Academy’s combat hall, a vast chamber usually echoing with the clang of steel and the grunts of exertion, crackled with a palpable, almost electric tension even before Professor Lyra’s crisp voice sliced through the anticipatory silence. I sat wedged between Alaric and Theron on the long, polished wooden bench that lined the edge of the expansive sparring floor. Ranon, ever the sentinel, hadn’t allowed me more than a few feet of breathing room since the charged intimacy of the rooftop. His calloused fingers, possessive and reassuring, grazed the back of my hand every few heartbeats, a silent, tactile reminder to both himself and anyone watching that I was still within his orbit—still his. But the moment Caelum stepped onto the gleaming sparring floor, a ripple of altered energy spread through the room, a subtle shift in the students’ collective focus. He moved with a predatory grace, his tall, muscular frame encased in black training leathers that seemed
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Who you calling sunshine, grumpy one?
Elowen's POV Second Round – Alaric. Alaric was already waiting in the center of the mat, rolling his broad shoulders, his dark hair pulled back in a tight knot, his jaw set with a focused determination. His silver eyes were locked on mine – not intense with possessiveness like Ranon’s, not teasingly sharp like Theron’s. Just… intensely focused, a silent promise of a challenging but fair fight. “You okay, sunshine?” he asked softly, his voice a low rumble that only I could hear, even as we began to circle each other, the tension between us a palpable thing. “I’m always okay, Alaric.” The automatic response felt hollow, even to my own ears. “You don’t have to be, you know.” His gaze softened for a fleeting moment, a hint of the gentle soul beneath the stoic exterior. Before I could formulate a response, he struck, his movements fast and powerful, each blow precise and calculated. Alaric fought like a controlled storm – a whirlwind of disciplined chaos. And he always, always pushe
The Triplet's Bullied Mate That was decidedly rude, Theron.
Elowen’s POVThe morning sun, a brazen intruder, spilled through the expansive glass windows of the Academy’s combat arena, painting the polished stone floors in streaks of gold and illuminating the raw tension that already thrummed beneath the surface of the bustling room. The air crackled with a palpable anticipation, a familiar energy that always accompanied combat drills, especially those involving the top-tier Alphas – the triplets.But this morning felt different. The usual undercurrent of excitement was thick with a new layer of scrutiny, a palpable curiosity that had intensified ever since the stolen kisses – Ranon’s desperate claim on the rooftop, Alaric’s gentle solace in the rain-soaked gardens, Theron’s fiery promise in the quiet of his room. Every stolen glance, every shared secret, had seemingly been magnified under the Academy’s ever-watchful eyes.Whispers, sharp and insidious, clung to the edges of the walls like grasping shadows, their hushed tones carrying the weigh
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Let her pick her own poison.
Elowen’s POVThe morning light, sharp and unforgiving, sliced through the tall arched windows of the Academy halls, illuminating the usual early-hour bustle of students shuffling to classes, their hushed whispers and the rhythmic thud of training boots echoing off the ancient stone walls. But this morning, the familiar weight of the Academy’s ever-present scrutiny felt different, amplified by the lingering sensations of the night before.I walked into the classroom, the ghost of Ranon’s calloused hands still imprinted on my skin, the phantom warmth of his possessive grip a constant reminder. The echo of his desperate, hungry kiss still lingered on my lips, a secret fire that threatened to betray the tremor in my hands. It was a different kind of awareness that accompanied me now, a knowledge shared in the darkness, a boundary crossed under the silent watch of the stars.He sat near the back of the spacious classroom, his chair tilted back at that characteristic, precarious angle that
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Feeling his desire swell and harden with each passing moment.
Elowen’s POV “Ranon,” I breathed, my voice a ragged whisper, a plea that echoed the desperate yearning in the depths of my soul. The question in his burning golden eyes needed no verbal answer; the overwhelming need within me was a language all its own. In a single, fluid movement that spoke of his inherent strength and a sudden, fierce urgency, he swept me off the cold stone wall, his powerful arms cradling my weight as if I were no more than a feather. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, a silent, primal claiming, a desperate embrace that mirrored the magnetic pull between us. He carried me with a focused intensity to the center of the rooftop, where a small, timeworn stone bench sat nestled against the crumbling outer wall, a silent witness to countless nights under the watchful gaze of the stars. He lowered me carefully onto the smooth, flat surface, the ancient stone instantly cold against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the inferno raging within me. He stepped
