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
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
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
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,
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.
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
“You’re going to Ironfang Academy.” Liora’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Cold. Sharp. Cutting through the silence of the dining room as she stared at me from across the table. I stayed silent, my eyes fixed on the chipped edge of the plate in front of me. What was the point of arguing? I didn’t have any power here. Liora had seen to that. Ever since my father was paralyzed in that fight, she’d taken over the pack, taken over everything. She was Luna now, and I was just a problem she hadn’t quite solved yet.She continued, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve had enough of the complaints. Do you really enjoy seducing Alphas like your mother? Is that why you cause so much trouble at school?”My blood ran cold at the mention of my mother. My chest tightened with anger, but I kept quiet. Liora had been waiting for this. She wanted me out of the way so her own daughter could take over when the time came. But she couldn’t do that while I was still here—the real daughter of the Alph
That night, lying in my bed, I cursed my luck. Of all the people in the world, why did he have to be my mate? The memory of his furious gaze burned in my mind, the way he’d looked at me with pure hatred. He knew. He must have known the way he fled after our eyes met. He didn’t want me. That much was clear.Good. I didn’t want a mate either.But then, why did it hurt so much to think like that? Why did my chest feel tight, and my heart ache at the thought of him rejecting me?‘He’s your mate,’ my wolf’s voice echoed in my head, her tone insistent. ‘Of course, he’ll want us. We’re his mate, after all.’I flinched, still not used to hearing her. She’d only appeared today, as if triggered by the shock of meeting Ronan. It felt strange, having someone else inside my mind, especially someone so…hopeful. My wolf had no idea what the world was really like, what Alphas like him were really like. She didn’t understand.“Alphas don’t care about their mates,” I whispered under my breath, feeling
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
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.
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,
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
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
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
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
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
Elowen’s POVThe wind howled as I emerged from the ruins of the dungeon, the night air thick with the scent of rain and blood. My heart pounded, my body still thrumming with the raw power that had awakened inside me.I was no longer just a werewolf.No longer just a she-alpha.I was something else. Something that sent fear even into the heart of the rogue Alpha who had dared to capture me.My hands still tingled from the magic I had unleashed. The ground beneath me felt alive, responding to my every movement.But I had no time to dwell on it.I needed to get back to the academy.To them.Even if I hated them, even if I still wanted revenge, they needed to know the kind of war that was coming.I took off into the woods, moving faster than I ever had before. My wolf was restless, her presence blended with the magic inside me. I could feel her strength, her fury—But also her longing."They will come for us." Her voice whispered in my mind. "They will never let us go."I ignored her.Rig