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,
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
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
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?"
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
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
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
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
Theron’s POVElowen stood rigid by the broken window, her golden eyes fixed on the spot where Victor had disappeared. The weight of everything we had fought for pressed against her shoulders like an invisible force, threatening to crush her.She was trying to hide it.But I saw the exhaustion in the way she swayed slightly, the way her hands trembled just the slightest bit before she clenched them into fists.She was running on sheer willpower alone.And I couldn’t let her.I stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Elowen, you need to rest.”She stiffened but didn’t pull away. “I don’t have time to rest.”“Elowen—”“No.” Her voice was sharp, her body tense. “If I stop now, if I slow down for even a second, Victor will come back. He’ll—”I turned her to face me, gripping her arms firmly. “And what good will you be if you collapse before that happens?”Her gaze met mine, fierce and unrelenting, but beneath it, I saw the cracks. The exhaustion. The pain.I softened my grip. “Pl
Ranon’s POVThe sound of running water filled the silence as Elowen showered. The three of us stood outside her door, waiting, thinking, watching.Alaric paced, his jaw clenched. Theron leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes dark with exhaustion and something else—concern.Me? I just listened.Not because I was some creep, but because I needed to know she was still there. That she wasn’t slipping away from us again.After everything—after him, after Ezekiel—none of us were willing to let her go.The water shut off.A few minutes later, the door cracked open, and Elowen stepped out, her damp hair curling at the ends, a loose T-shirt hanging off one shoulder.She looked small.Not weak—never weak—but like the weight of everything was finally pressing down on her.“You’re still here,” she murmured, glancing between us.Alaric snorted. “Obviously.”Theron stepped forward, his voice softer. “Come eat something.”“I’m not—”“No.” I cut her off. “You are eating. You barely touched a
Ranon’s POVThe battlefield was eerily silent now. Only the distant crackling of dying flames and the scent of blood remained.Ezekiel was gone—reduced to nothing but ash.And yet, my hands were still clenched into fists, my body still coiled with tension.Because even though we had won, something inside me still felt restless.Elowen stood in Alaric’s arms, her breathing unsteady, her body barely holding itself together. She had just destroyed the most dangerous threat we had ever faced, but I could see it in her eyes—this wasn’t over for her.She was free from Ezekiel, but was she free from us?I swallowed down the bitterness rising in my throat.Theron stepped forward, rubbing at his jaw where a deep cut was already healing. His golden eyes flickered toward me, his expression unreadable.We were all the same right now—beaten, bruised, and completely drained.But our mate?She looked ready to disappear again.And I couldn’t let that happen.“Elowen,” I called, my voice rough from th
Alaric’s POV Elowen was safe. For now.But that wasn’t enough.Ezekiel had crossed a line. He had sent rogues to harm my mate. He had poisoned her, left her defenseless, and dared to disappear into the night like a shadow.He thought he could take her blood, her magic, her life.He thought wrong.As Elowen slept, her breathing steady, I stood at the window of our mansion, my fingers clenched into fists. The moon was high, illuminating the world in a silver glow, but all I could see was red.Ranon and Theron stood beside me, their expressions unreadable.But I knew.I could feel their rage.“We’re going after him,” I said, my voice cold, decisive.Theron exhaled sharply. “We don’t even know where he is.”“Then we find him.” I turned to them, my jaw tight. “No more waiting. No more reacting. He came for Elowen once. He’ll come again.”Ranon’s eyes darkened. “And next time, he won’t send rogues.”Next time, he’d come himself.And that’s exactly what I wanted.No more waiting.No more hi
Elowen’s POV The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension. We all knew Ezekiel wouldn’t wait long before making his next move. He was patient, but not the kind to let an opportunity slip through his fingers.Theron drummed his fingers against the table. “We need to figure out what he wants beyond your blood, Elowen. If it was just power, he could have gone after any strong Alpha or pack. But he’s fixated on you.”Alaric’s jaw clenched. “Because she’s more than just a werewolf.” His gaze flickered toward me, something unreadable in his expression. “She’s the last of a bloodline that threatens him. He doesn’t just want her power. He wants her erased.”The weight of his words settled over me like a suffocating blanket. I had always known my existence was dangerous, but hearing it spoken so plainly was… unsettling.Ranon leaned back in his chair, his expression deceptively calm. “If he wants her erased, we make sure she’s untouchable.” His smirk turned sharp. “We make sure he fears
Elowen's POVThe clearing fell into a suffocating silence.Then, a slow, deliberate clap echoed through the air.My blood ran cold.From the darkness, a figure emerged, stepping into the faint glow of the moon.Tall. Broad. Wrapped in a long, dark coat that billowed slightly in the night breeze.His face…Sharp, angular features, high cheekbones, and a chiseled jawline that could have made him almost handsome—if not for the sinister, predatory gleam in his icy gray eyes.He smirked, revealing a hint of elongated canines, a cruel mockery of the Alphas before him.His hair, dark as ink, was slicked back, emphasizing the deep creases lining his forehead. He looked like a man who had spent a lifetime in war, a man who had crushed everything in his path without remorse.But it was his presence that sent a chill through my bones.Power radiated off him like a storm waiting to break."You’ve been quite the troublemaker, haven’t you, Elowen?" His voice was smooth, velvety—deceptively calm.Al
Elowen’s POV The air outside was thick with tension. The night was eerily silent, except for the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. My heart still pounded from the encounter with the rogue.I knew their uncle wouldn’t stop. He was getting bolder.I needed to be ready.I walked toward the training grounds behind the mansion, my mind racing. The darkness wrapped around me, but it felt comforting. Familiar.Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind me.I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.Alaric.“You shouldn’t be alone right now,” he said, his voice calm but firm.I scoffed, crossing my arms. “I’m not helpless, Alaric.”“I never said you were,” he murmured, stepping closer. His warmth seeped into my skin, even with the space between us. “But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you out of my sight.”I turned to face him, searching his expression. His golden eyes burned into mine, intense and unwavering.“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.Ala
Elowen’s POV I should have moved.Should have pushed him away, reminded him that this wasn’t real—that whatever was happening between us was a mistake.But I didn’t.Instead, I stood there, frozen as Alaric’s fingers trailed down my cheek, his warmth seeping into my skin like a slow-burning fire.His golden eyes locked onto mine, filled with something dangerous—something possessive.“Say it,” he murmured, his voice like a dark promise.I swallowed hard. “Say what?”“That you don’t want this.” His lips were so close now that I could feel his breath ghosting over my skin. “Say you don’t feel it.”I opened my mouth, but the words refused to come out.Because it was a lie.I felt it—the pull, the unbearable tension, the need that curled deep in my chest, warring with the logical part of my brain that told me this is wrong.But nothing about Alaric had ever been logical.His hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, until our bodies were flush against each other. “You think you can ke
Alaric’s POVElowen's body trembled against mine, her breathing uneven. I could feel the heat of her wound against my skin, the scent of her blood sending my wolf into a frenzy.She was hurt.And she had the audacity to think she could handle this alone.I gritted my teeth, my arms tightening around her as I lifted her effortlessly. “We’re going home,” I said, my voice leaving no room for argument.She stiffened in my hold. “Put me down, Alaric.”I ignored her.“Elowen,” Ranon growled, stepping beside me. “This was reckless. Even for you.”Theron, still in his wolf form, let out a low, dangerous snarl. He was furious. We all were.Her fingers weakly curled into my shirt. “I had to do this. I had to—”I stopped walking and glared down at her. “You had to get yourself killed?” My voice was ice, but beneath it, there was something darker. Fear. The thought of losing her, of watching her slip away, unraveled me.Her lips parted, but she had no answer.She knew I was right.Theron shifted