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Dance with me.

Author: Ava
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-08 00:29:39

Elowen’s POV

Days passed, and with each moment, I felt Alaric slipping deeper into my web.

It was almost laughable how easy it was. The mighty, ruthless Alaric—the one who once looked down on me, who rejected and humiliated me—was now utterly consumed by me.

And I was loving every second of it.

I saw it in the way his eyes darkened every time I walked into a room. The way his wolf prowled beneath the surface, possessive, restless, desperate. He tried to hide it, tried to act unaffected, but I could feel his restraint cracking.

I made sure of it.

Every touch. Every lingering glance. Every teasing smirk.

I was breaking him.

And tonight, I would push him over the edge.

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The academy ballroom was filled with students, the chandeliers casting golden light over the swirling crowd. Music played softly in the background, but I barely heard it. My focus was on one thing.

Or rather, one person.

Alaric stood near the balcony, his broad shoulders tense, his sharp jaw clenched.
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  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   pulling me through the crowd.

    Elowen's POV I hesitated. Not because I was afraid, but because I hadn’t expected him to make a move. Theron wasn’t like Alaric. He wasn’t impulsive, didn’t let his emotions slip so easily. Yet here he was, standing before me, his hand extended, his expression unreadable. The tension in the ballroom was suffocating. Alaric was seething, his body practically vibrating with fury. His wolf was barely contained, his golden eyes glowing with raw possessiveness. Ranon, on the other hand, looked amused. As if he had expected this. As if he knew what kind of chaos I was about to step into. And Theron? He was waiting. Patient. Calculating. But the way his fingers flexed ever so slightly told me he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed. Interesting. I exhaled slowly, then placed my hand in his. His fingers wrapped around mine—firm, controlled, possessive in a way that sent a strange thrill through me. Without another word, he pulled me onto the dance floor. The music started again, sof

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-08
  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   What's wrong, gentlemen? You look upset.

    Elowen’s POV Alaric’s grip on my wrist was unrelenting, his body radiating fury as he dragged me through the ballroom. His wolf was raging, clawing at his control, barely restrained. But before we could take another step— Theron moved.One second, he was standing behind us, watching with his usual detached amusement. The next— He had me in his arms. Alaric barely had time to react before Theron’s hand slid behind my neck, his grip firm, dominant, undeniable.And then— He kissed me.In front of everyone.The world stopped the moment Theron’s lips crashed against mine.The heat of his body, the firm grip of his hand behind my neck—it was commanding, possessive, undeniable. He kissed me not like a lover but like a conqueror, like a king taking what he already considered his.Gasps rippled through the ballroom, the soft hum of music forgotten beneath the weight of shock.I barely registered them.Because all I could feel was Alaric.His rage.His wolf snapping at the edges of

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  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   You are expelled, Elowen.

    Elowen’s POV The classroom was silent except for the monotonous droning of the professor’s lecture. I wasn’t listening. My mind was elsewhere—on Alaric, Ranon, and Theron.A week had passed since the dance, since Theron had kissed me in front of everyone and set the world on fire. A week since Alaric and Ranon had lost their minds over it.They had been watching me ever since.Alaric had grown possessive. Ranon had grown volatile. And Theron? He was still taunting them both, his amusement never fading.It was a game. And I was winning.Until—"Elowen Callister, report to the principal’s office immediately."The room froze.Heads turned. Whispers spread. My heart skipped a beat."What the hell?"The professor gave me a sharp look. "You’re excused."I swallowed my annoyance and stood, every pair of eyes in the room following me as I left.I had a bad feeling about this.The Principal’s OfficeThe moment I stepped inside, I was met with cold, judgmental eyes.Principal sat behind his g

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    Elowen’s POV "You are a disgrace, Miss Stormwood." His words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike. I narrowed my eyes, refusing to flinch. "Care to explain what exactly I’ve done?" The principal leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished wooden desk. His gaze burned with contempt. "You know exactly what you’ve done," he spat. "Seducing my sons—all three of them?" His nostrils flared. "You’ve been nothing but a temptress, causing chaos and distraction in this academy." His sons. I clenched my jaw. Alaric. Ranon. Theron. The triplets. I almost laughed. Was that what they were telling him? That I had somehow lured them into my web, like some wicked siren? "That’s quite an accusation," I mused, tilting my head. "You’re saying your sons—three powerful, fully grown alphas—are so weak-willed that they fell for a single girl’s charms?" His fist slammed against the desk. "Watch your tongue!" he snapped. "I will not tolerate your disrespect." Disrespect? He was t

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  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Keep dreaming, Ranon.

    Elowen’s POV Alaric walked away without another word, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed, how his fists stayed clenched at his sides like he was barely holding himself together. It thrilled me. He was falling—and the best part? He didn’t even realize it. I let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through my hair before turning toward the classroom. I knew the second I walked in, whispers would start. The rumors were already spreading. "The principal called her in." "Did she really seduce all three Blackwood brothers?" "She’s playing them." "What kind of spell does she have on them?" I could hear them before I even entered. Perfect. I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and walked in like I owned the place. Every pair of eyes snapped to me. Lisa was the first to sneer. "Finally finished playing the victim?" she mocked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair. "Or did you cry to Alaric until he saved you?" I smirked, tilting my head. "Jealous?" Her face flushed with an

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  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Being in a car with me. At night. With no one else around.

    Ranon’s POV I watched her walk away, her scent still clinging to my skin like a fucking brand. She thought she was in control. Thought she could play me like she was playing the others. And maybe she could. Maybe I was letting her. But there was one thing she didn’t understand. She was mine. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and hungry. He wanted to chase, to take what already belonged to us. "She’s testing us," my wolf snarled. "Let her play. It won’t change what’s already decided." He was right. I wasn’t worried. Not about Alaric. Not about Theron. They were already falling apart for her. But me? I wasn’t going to break. I was going to make her see. That no matter how much she toyed with us… No matter how many games she played… In the end, she would end up in my arms. Because there was no running from this. From me. The academy hallways were dimly lit, the usual noise replaced by a soft hush. Most students were in their dorms, but

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-11
  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   I fucking liked it too.

    Ranon’s POV The road stretched ahead, dark and endless, but my thoughts were fixed on her. Elowen sat beside me, her smirk lingering like she had just won some silent battle. Maybe she had. I hated how much power she had over me. I hated it even more that she knew it. The car was silent except for the low hum of the radio. I could feel her gaze on me, burning into my skin, waiting for me to react. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. She thinks she’s in control. She thinks she’s winning. I tightened my grip on the wheel, my jaw clenching. "You're awfully quiet," she mused, her voice dripping with amusement. I didn’t respond. She turned slightly in her seat, her elbow resting against the window. "Did I strike a nerve, Ranon?" I let out a slow breath, my wolf stirring beneath my skin. "You're irritating, you know that?" She laughed softly. "And yet, here you are. Driving me around like you have nothing better to do." She wasn’t wrong. That was the problem. I could’

    Huling Na-update : 2025-02-11
  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Just a little something to make it fun.

    Elowen's POV We pulled up to the estate in silence. Ranon killed the engine, looking over at me with a smug expression. "We're here." I nodded, unbuckling my seat belt and slipping out of the car. He met me around the back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched me. "You can admit defeat, sweetheart. I won't judge." I rolled my eyes, forcing a neutral expression. "Don't flatter yourself, Ranon. We're not done yet." "So it's a war, then?" I hummed, letting my gaze drag over him. "If that's what you want to call it." He chuckled. "Careful, Elowen. I don't lose." "Neither do I," I murmured. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin. "Then let's make this interesting, hmm? I'll give you a head start." "A head start for what?" He shrugged. "Just a little something to make it fun." I swallowed, willing my heart to slow down. "And how will we know who wins?" "Whoever breaks first," he said, his voice low and rough. "That sounds easy enough," I breathed, reaching u

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