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Elowen's POVThe academy halls buzzed with the usual chaos, but my thoughts were miles away. The moments with Alaric felt surreal, yet every time I thought I could trust him completely, Ranon’s and Theron’s words crept back into my mind.Alaric was perfect—too perfect. It was almost unnerving.I shook the thought away, focusing on walking to my next class. As I rounded the corner, my steps faltered.There he was.Ranon stood by the lockers, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched as if he were deep in thought. The sight of him sent a chill down my spine. I told myself to keep walking, to ignore him, but as if sensing my presence, his eyes snapped to mine.“Running away again, little Omega?” His voice was sharp, but there was something behind his tone—something that made me pause.I took a steadying breath and straightened my shoulders. “I’m not running, Ranon. I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary conversations.”He pushed off the locker and strode toward me with that predatory gra
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Theron’s POVThe drive to the restaurant was quieter than I expected. Sarah sat beside me, looking out the window with a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She was clearly happy I’d agreed to this dinner, though my wolf was restless, pacing in my head.She’s not Elowen, my wolf growled.I know that, I snapped internally. This wasn’t about Elowen—or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I just needed a distraction, something to pull me out of this madness.When we pulled up to the restaurant, I stepped out and walked around to open Sarah’s door. She slipped her hand into mine as we entered, her fingers soft and warm against my calloused palm.“This place is beautiful,” she said, looking around at the elegant chandeliers and soft lighting.I grunted in response, not really caring. My mind was already elsewhere.The hostess led us to a table, and as we walked through the dining area, my entire body went rigid.There they were.Alaric and Elowen.They were seated at a tabl
Last Updated : 2024-12-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate You’re exhausted, my love. Let me take care of you.
Alaric’s POV I watched her, her delicate fingers toying with the edge of her napkin. She was distracted—her mind miles away, likely tangled up in the mess of emotions I’d carefully laid before her. Elowen was so easy to read. That pathetic little Omega wore her heart on her sleeve, even when she tried to hide it. I almost pitied her... almost. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and I could see the faintest trace of doubt lingering there. It was like a whisper in her expression, barely audible but impossible for me to miss. My lips curved into a soft smile. “Elowen,” I said, my voice smooth, calculated. It pulled her attention back to me as I knew it would. “You’ve been quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?” She blinked, startled, as though I had caught her in a moment she thought was private. How amusing. Did she really think she could hide anything from me? “Nothing,” she said softly, offering me a small, forced smile. “Just... thinking about everything.” Her hesitation only fu
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Alaric’s POVThe first rays of dawn began to filter through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Elowen stirred beside me, her face still peaceful in slumber. I leaned on my elbow, watching her as she slowly woke, her lashes fluttering and her lips parting in a soft yawn."Good morning," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.Her eyes opened, hazy with sleep, and a small smile curved her lips. "Good morning."She looked so innocent, so trusting. It was almost laughable how easily she fell for my act. But then, there were moments—moments like this—when the lines blurred, and I wasn’t entirely sure what was real anymore.I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering just a moment longer than I intended. "Stay here," I murmured. "I'll get us some coffee."She shook her head, her voice still thick with sleep. "No, I’ll make it. You always do so much for me."I chuckled softly, cupping her cheek. "You think I’d let you lift a finger? Not a cha
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Elowen's POV The night had fallen silent, yet my heart was anything but. I sat on my bed, the moonlight spilling through the large windows of Alaric’s mansion. I had locked the door behind me as soon as we arrived, desperate for solitude.I didn’t want Alaric to see the turmoil in my eyes, nor did I want him to question the exhaustion etched into my face. The weight of my thoughts was unbearable, suffocating even.I leaned against the headboard, hugging my knees to my chest as my mind betrayed me, conjuring the faces of the three Alpha brothers.Theron was the first to invade my thoughts. His intensity, his raw, untamed energy—he was like wildfire, impossible to control yet equally impossible to ignore.I remembered the way his eyes had burned with anger and longing at the restaurant, the way his presence made my wolf stir restlessly."Don’t trust Alaric," his voice replayed in my head, low and commanding. There had been something behind his words, something desperate and sincere.Bu
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Elowen’s POVThe day had started out like any other—Alaric’s presence felt like a steady weight beside me, comforting yet smothering. But despite his closeness, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling deep in my chest.The warnings from Ranon and Theron continued to echo in my mind. Don’t trust him, Elowen. They’d been so insistent, so adamant. And I couldn’t deny that a small part of me was starting to believe them.As we walked through the garden, Alaric’s hand was firmly around my waist, guiding me along like I was his prized possession. It was almost like he couldn’t bear to be away from me for a moment, and yet I was still left with this uneasy feeling—the question I couldn’t ignore: Is he truly the man he seems to be?Alaric, sensing my distraction, stopped and gently turned me toward him, lifting my chin with his fingers. “You’re quiet today,” he murmured, his voice a mix of concern and something darker, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to decipher.I forced a smile. “Just thinkin
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Theron’s POV I slammed the car door shut and stormed into the mansion, my anger boiling over. The moment I walked into the living room, I spotted Alaric sitting in his usual chair, sipping coffee like he didn’t have a care in the world. “You’ve got some nerve,” I growled, my fists clenched as I approached him. Alaric looked up, his expression calm and composed as always. “Theron,” he greeted, setting his mug down on the table. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Cut the act,” I snapped, stopping a few feet away from him. “You know why I’m here.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Enlighten me.” “Elowen,” I spat, the name tasting bitter on my tongue. “You’ve been keeping her close, haven’t you? Playing the doting mate, whispering sweet lies in her ear.” Alaric’s lips curled into a smirk, and he stood, his posture relaxed yet somehow threatening. “And what of it? She’s my mate, after all. Or have you forgotten how this works?” I took a step closer, my wolf g
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Theron’s POV I stood there, chest heaving, my fists still clenched at my sides as Alaric disappeared down the hall, his smug laughter reverberating like a taunt I couldn’t ignore. My wolf was howling in fury, demanding we go after him and finish what we started. But I couldn’t. Not now. Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, needing to get away before I lost complete control. My wolf’s anger burned through me, and I could feel the sting of Alaric’s words lingering like an open wound. "A weak, pathetic omega," he’d called her. Elowen. I slammed my fist against the wall as I reached the hallway, the plaster cracking under the force. How could he say such things about her? About our mate? Mine. She’s mine! my wolf growled. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth. My wolf was restless, clawing at the surface, and for once, I didn’t try to stop him. “She’s more than he’ll ever understand,” I muttered under my breath, trying to calm myself
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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
