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I won’t be their fool anymore.
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Elowen's POV The days that followed were filled with an unsettling mix of tension and anticipation. I knew they were watching me—Alaric, Ranon, and Theron. The Triplets had always thought they could control me, break me, bend me to their will. But now, as I moved through the academy, I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to crack. Each passing day, my hatred for them deepened, and I could feel my wolf growing more powerful with every ounce of fury I poured into the task ahead. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about proving to them—and to myself—that I was capable of standing on my own. That I wasn’t just the girl they could manipulate or break. And I wasn’t afraid of them anymore. It was a week later when the moment finally arrived. I had spent days planning my next move. I couldn’t let them off the hook so easily. And I needed to strike when they least expected it. I knew the Triplets would be in the academy courtyard at lunch, just like every other day,
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Elowen's POV The whispers of the crowd followed me as I stormed away from the training grounds. My heart thundered in my chest, not just from the physical confrontation but from the sheer emotional chaos Alaric had stirred within me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his lips against mine, the warmth of his touch, the way he had stood there, refusing to fight back. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. I hurried through the corridors, desperate to get away from everyone. My mind replayed the scene over and over, fueling my rage. How dare he kiss me? How dare he confuse me like that after everything he’d done? I found myself in the safety of my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My wolf stirred restlessly, her emotions as tangled as mine. "What the hell was that? I demanded aloud, pacing the floor. "Why didn’t you push him away sooner? Why did we… why did we let him do that?" My wolf’s voice was softer than usual, a conflicted murmur in my mind. "He’s still our mate
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Alaric's POV The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as I stood there watching Elowen retreat further into herself. She had closed herself off, her back to me, the distance between us growing more palpable with every heartbeat. I wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the gap that had formed between us. But I was frozen, unsure of where to begin. My fingers twitched at my sides, longing to reach out to her, but I held back, not wanting to push her further away. The silence between us was deafening, and my mind raced as I tried to find the right words to make her understand. It was then that I heard it—a sharp, almost imperceptible sound that came from her. She was crying. My heart dropped in my chest. I hadn’t wanted this. I had never wanted to hurt her, yet here I was, the cause of her pain. Every tear that fell from her eyes felt like a knife to my soul. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady myself. I had to fix this. I couldn’t stand the thought of her in pain
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Alaric's Pov I lay in the darkness of my room, staring at the ceiling, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. Sleep was impossible. My thoughts were consumed by her—Elowen. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, the fiery anger in her eyes, the heartbreak I had caused. Frustrated, I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my voice echoing in the stillness of the room. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my fingers tugging at my hair. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to break her, to ruin her, to humiliate her so thoroughly that she’d never recover. And I had done it. I’d destroyed her trust, shattered her spirit in front of everyone. Yet now, as the memory of her tears replayed in my mind, all I felt was an ache in my chest that I couldn’t shake. "Why am I feeling this way?" I growled, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why the hell am I falling for her so deeply?"
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Ranon 's POV The next morning started with an ominous gray sky. Rain fell in a relentless downpour, soaking the academy grounds and leaving puddles scattered along the cobblestone paths. I leaned against one of the pillars near the courtyard, my arms crossed, watching the students scurry to avoid getting drenched. But my eyes were searching for one person. Her. And then I saw her—Elowen. She walked beside Kael, her head tilted toward him as he spoke, a soft smile playing on her lips. My wolf growled low in my chest, the sound rumbling through my mind like distant thunder. He stirred uncomfortably, his emotions a tangled mess of anger and frustration. "What the hell is he doing with her?" I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes at the scene before me. Kael was carrying an umbrella, holding it over both their heads as they walked together. And then, as if the bastard knew I was watching, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The sight made my
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Ranon's PoV As the rain poured relentlessly, I strode back into the academy building, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles ached. The whispers and murmurs of students filled the halls as they cast curious glances my way. Everyone had seen the interaction in the courtyard—seen how she’d chosen him. Kael. The name grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. I slammed open the door to my room, letting it crash against the wall. My wolf was seething, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. "You let her walk away," he growled. "You let him win. She’s ours, Ranon, and yet you stood there like a fool while he played protector." I yanked my damp shirt off and threw it across the room. "Shut up," I muttered, pacing back and forth. "It’s not over. It’s far from over." My wolf growled lowly, his anger mingling with my own. "You saw how she looked at him. How she smiled at him. She’s slipping away, Ranon." I stopped in my tracks, gripping the edge of my desk so hard I tho
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Ranon's POV As Elowen and Kael disappeared from view, I stood in the hallway, my chest heaving with a mix of frustration and something I hated to admit—pain. The whispers around me were deafening now, each one like a dagger to my pride. "Did you see that? Ranon looks... defeated." "I’ve never seen him like this before. Do you think he actually cares about her?" Care? I scoffed internally, forcing myself to regain composure. The very idea was laughable. This wasn’t about caring; it was about power, control, and the undeniable truth that Elowen was mine. No one else could have her. Especially not Kael. I stormed out of the hallway, the stares of the students burning into my back. My wolf, Eza, was unusually quiet, simmering in the same turmoil I felt. When I reached the training grounds, I punched the nearest wooden training dummy with such force that it cracked. "Damn it!" I roared, my voice echoing through the empty space. My wolf finally spoke, his voice a growl in
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Theron 's POV The next morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I wasn’t going to let anyone—or anything—stand between me and Elowen. Kade had been right. She was our mate, and no matter how much she tried to push me away, I couldn’t abandon the bond.I got dressed quickly, pulling on a black shirt and jeans before heading out. As I walked down the hallway, I caught snippets of conversations. Whispers about Elowen and Kael were everywhere."Did you see them yesterday? Kael put his jacket on her like they were a couple!""I heard they’re always together now. Isn’t she supposed to be mates with the triplets?"The words made my blood boil, but I forced myself to stay calm. Storming into the academy like a jealous lunatic wouldn’t help.As I entered the main courtyard, I saw her. Elowen was standing near the fountain with Kael, the two of them laughing about something. She looked...happy. It was a sight I hadn’t seen in so long, and it twisted something deep inside me.Kade gr
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Theron’s POVThe grand mansion, usually alive with the soft murmur of conversations and the rhythmic footsteps of its inhabitants, was now cloaked in an unnerving silence. It was the kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums, a heavy, suffocating stillness that made every deliberate breath feel like a jarring intrusion into the hushed sanctity of the night. Moonlight, sharp and silver, sliced through the towering, arched windows, casting elongated, dancing shadows that writhed across the age-old, polished stone floors, turning familiar hallways into corridors of spectral mystery. Yet, despite the pervasive stillness that gripped the very bones of the building, a violent storm of emotion, a tempest of possessive fury and simmering jealousy, brewed within the confines of my own being, mirrored in the tense silence of my brothers.I stood just outside Elowen’s bedroom door, the heavy oak panel left slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light escaping into the cool hallway. Her soft,
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Elowen’s POVSleep came easily, a deep, restful slumber cradled in Alaric’s arms. The quiet intimacy of our night lingered in the air, a peaceful warmth that chased away the lingering shadows of the day. When I finally stirred, the first rays of dawn were painting the sky in soft hues of rose and gold, casting a gentle light across Alaric’s sleeping face.He lay on his side, his dark hair tousled, his silver eyes closed in peaceful repose. There was a vulnerability in his relaxed features, a softness that was rarely on display in the waking hours. A wave of affection washed over me, a deep appreciation for the quiet strength and unwavering tenderness he offered.I traced the sharp line of his jaw with a gentle fingertip, the stubble rough beneath my touch. His brow furrowed slightly in his sleep, and I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. His eyelids fluttered, and his silver eyes slowly opened, focusing on me with a sleepy warmth.“Morning,” he murmured, his voice still t
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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
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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
