Elowen’s POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. I stirred slightly, my body aching in places that hadn’t ached before. A slow warmth spread through me as last night’s memories flooded back—the way his hands had traced every inch of me, the way his lips had whispered promises against my skin, the way he had looked at me like I was his.I blinked, my lashes fluttering as I turned my head.And there he was.Theron.His face was relaxed in sleep, the usual hardness gone. His dark hair was tousled, falling slightly over his forehead, his breathing steady and deep. I had never seen him like this—unguarded, peaceful, beautiful.My chest tightened.What had I done?I had given in.I had let him in.My fingers twitched as I fought the urge to reach out, to trace the sharp angles of his jaw, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.Instead, I slowly sat up, pulling the sheets around me. The movement made him stir, and for a brief mome
Theron’s POV She left. I sat there, fists clenched, watching the door she had just walked out of. My wolf snarled inside me, furious, restless. Go after her. Stop her. Make her stay. But I didn’t move. Because I knew Elowen. I knew chasing her wouldn’t change anything. She was scared. Not of me. Not of what we had done. She was scared because last night hadn’t been a mistake. And she felt it, just like I did. I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. My body still ached from the night before, the memory of her touch burned into my skin, into my bones. She had let me in. For the first time, she had let go of her hatred, her walls, everything. And now she was trying to pretend it didn’t mean anything. I cursed under my breath, standing up. I couldn’t just sit here. Not when I knew where she was going. Not when I knew why she was running. I dressed quickly, throwing on a shirt and pulling on my boots. My mind was already racing, trying to p
Elowen’s POV The air was thick with the stench of blood and death. My breaths came in sharp, ragged pulls, my wolf still itching to tear something apart. I stood amidst the fallen rogues, their bodies twisted and lifeless, proof of my power—proof that I was not the weak, pathetic omega they once thought I was. Theron shifted back into his human form, his dark gaze scanning the battlefield before landing on me. He took a cautious step forward. “Elowen…” His voice was low, edged with something unreadable. I ignored him. My mind was already elsewhere—on him. His father. The man who had stolen my childhood, who had made my mother live in fear, who had nearly wiped out my pack. My fury curled around me like a second skin, suffocating, consuming. He sent them. He wanted me dead. A growl rumbled in my throat, deep and dangerous. My wolf wasn’t satisfied. She wanted more. More blood. More revenge. More destruction. “Elowen, look at me.” Theron was in front of me now, his hand
Elowen’s POV The weight of Theron’s words lingered between us, heavy and unshakable. "You won’t." I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. But belief wasn’t enough. Not when we were up against his father—a man who had slaughtered my pack, driven my mother into hiding, and sent rogues after me like I was nothing more than a problem to be erased. Belief wouldn’t stop what was coming. War would. Theron took another step toward me, his presence solid, unwavering. “Elowen—” I turned sharply, my back to him. “We need to move.” A pause. Then, “Where?” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. “To prepare.” Because if his father wanted a fight— I was going to give him one. We moved through the trees in silence, our footsteps barely making a sound against the damp forest floor. The academy was close, but I wasn’t going back. Not yet. I needed answers. I needed a plan. And there was only one place I could get both. “The old ruins,” I said, more to myself than to Theron.
Elowen’s POV The weight of destiny settled over me, heavier than it had ever been before. This war wasn’t just about revenge—it was about balance. About justice. Theron watched me closely, his eyes dark with unspoken thoughts. He had chosen my side, but the real test hadn’t come yet. Could he fight against the man who raised him? Could he truly let go of the blood ties that bound him? “We need a plan,” he said. I nodded, glancing back at the sigils carved into the walls. The magic humming beneath my skin had already shown me how this would end. Now, I just needed to make sure it happened on my terms. “I need to sever his power at the source,” I said. “The magic that ties his pack to him—it runs through the land, through rituals older than any of us. If I can break it, his kingdom will fall from within.” Theron ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. “And how do we do that?” I turned back to the symbols etched into the stone walls, my fingers tracing the ancient carvi
Elowen’s POVThe air in the chamber was thick with the scent of burning magic, of something ancient unraveling. The altar groaned under the weight of my spell, cracks spreading like veins across its stone surface.Adrian was on his knees, his golden eyes wide with fury and something I never thought I’d see—fear.His power was slipping away.The pack bonds had shattered.Every wolf connected to him—his enforcers, his warriors—was severed. Their loyalty was no longer bound by magic. His control over them was gone.And he knew it.“You think this is over?” Adrian’s voice was hoarse, but still laced with venom. His gaze flicked to Theron, Alaric, and Ranon, his lips curling into a sneer. “You think breaking an altar makes you free?”Theron stepped closer, his fists clenched. Blood dripped from a cut on his brow, his chest heaving with adrenaline. “No,” he said coldly. “But it makes you weak.”Adrian let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t understand the forces you’ve unleashed
Elowen’s POV The night was silent, except for the distant crackling of fire where the remnants of Adrian’s kingdom still smoldered. The air was thick with the scent of burnt magic, but I no longer felt its oppressive weight pressing down on my chest. It was over. He was gone. And now, there was only one person I needed to see. I made my way through the quiet forest, my heart pounding in my chest. The moonlight guided me, silver and soft against the trees. The path was familiar, one I had memorized as a child when my mother and I lived in hiding, when I had been too weak to fight back. But I wasn’t weak anymore. I pushed open the door to the small cabin, my breath catching when I saw her. My mother sat near the fireplace, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her emerald-green eyes meeting mine the second I stepped inside. She looked tired but at peace, as if she had been waiting for me. “Elowen,” she whispered. I swallowed hard. “It’s done.” Her eyes se
Elowen’s POVThe night was cold, the scent of smoke and blood still lingering in the air as I walked away.I didn’t look back.Not at the ruins of the kingdom I had destroyed.Not at the three brothers I had shattered.Not at the ghosts of what could have been.This was what I had wanted—revenge.So why did it feel so hollow?I walked aimlessly, my boots sinking into the damp earth. My heart pounded, but my mind was louder."We chose you, Elowen."Theron’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.I clenched my fists, shaking my head. No. They don’t get to say that. Not after everything."You still want them."My wolf’s voice was quiet but firm in my mind.I stopped, my breath catching in my throat.No, I don’t."Liar."I gritted my teeth, anger curling in my chest.They ruined me."And yet your heart still beats for them."I sucked in a sharp breath. You’re wrong."Am I?"A gust of wind howled through the trees, carrying the scent of rain. A storm was coming.I pulled my cloak tighter
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Elowen’s POVThe ascent to the Academy rooftop felt like a breathless climb into a secret world, the narrow stone stairs winding upwards, each step echoing the frantic beat of my heart. The cool night air, carrying the distant hum of the sprawling city below, whipped around us, a stark contrast to the sudden heat that flared between Ranon and me. The lingering echoes of our desperate kiss in the training court clung to us like a shared secret, a tangible vibration in the charged silence.Ranon reached the rooftop first, his dark silhouette a stark, alluring figure against the inky canvas of the night sky, punctuated by the scattered diamonds of city lights. He leaned against the low, weathered stone wall, his posture exuding a contained energy, a coiled tension that mirrored my own. His golden gaze, intense and possessive, followed my every movement as I approached, a silent claiming that made my skin prickle with a heady mix of anticipation and a nervous, thrilling excitement.“Why h
Elowen’s POV The southern training court of the Academy held a hushed stillness, a stark contrast to the boisterous energy that usually permeated its grounds. The majority of the students had retreated for the evening, the clatter of dinner dishes and the murmur of tired conversations echoing from the mess hall. But I had sought out this quiet solitude, requesting a private training session with Ranon, a need that resonated deep within me, a yearning that went beyond the honing of my skills. The indigo of twilight bled across the vast expanse of the sky, the first hesitant stars beginning to prick the darkening canvas. A cool breeze whispered through the surrounding pines, carrying the faint, metallic tang of steel and the earthy fragrance of the evergreens – a scent that always felt intrinsically linked to the Academy, to the life we led, to Ranon himself. I adjusted the tight straps of my worn leather gloves, the familiar feel grounding me slightly as I waited, my heart a frantic