Ranon’s POV I leaned back against the academy's stone wall, watching Alisa chatter away about something inconsequential. Her voice was sharp, grating on my nerves, but I kept the smirk on my face. She was a useful distraction—a way to dull the storm brewing inside me every time Elowen crossed my mind. Alisa’s laugh rang out, loud and fake, as she looped her arm through mine. “Ranon, are you even listening to me?” she pouted, batting her lashes. “Of course, darling,” I drawled, my tone dripping with mock sincerity. “Your every word is poetry.” She giggled, clearly pleased, and leaned closer. I barely noticed her. My attention was locked on the hallway ahead, where I could see her—Elowen—walking alongside that Kael. My jaw tightened. “What’s he doing here?” I muttered under my breath. “Who?” Alisa asked, following my gaze. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted them. “Oh, you mean Elowen and her new little pet? Honestly, it’s pathetic. Does she think parading him around will m
Elowen’s POV Kael stayed silent as we made our way back to the dorms, his presence steady beside me. The tension from the encounter with Alaric and Lisa still lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a suffocating cloak. When we finally reached my door, I paused, my hand resting on the doorknob. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, torn between anger, heartbreak, and a growing resolve to fight back. Kael leaned against the wall, watching me carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded, though I knew the answer was far from the truth. “I’ll be fine.” He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press me further. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” I gave him a small, grateful smile before stepping inside and closing the door behind me. The silence of the room was deafening, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at nothing. The memory of Alaric’s words replayed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. I couldn’t shake
Elowen’s POV The soft hum of night settled over the estate as I wandered through the quiet corridors. I had spent hours replaying the events of the day in my mind, grappling with the mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Kael’s presence had been a comfort, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm brewing within me. I needed answers. The moment I reached my mother’s room, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Despite everything, a part of me was still adjusting to the idea that she was alive, that she was here. After a deep breath, I knocked softly and pushed the door open. She was seated by the window, her long silver hair catching the moonlight, making her appear ethereal. Her warm, knowing smile greeted me as if she had been expecting me all along. “Elowen,” she said softly, motioning for me to join her. I walked over and sat beside her, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. “Mother,” I began, my voice uncertain, “there’s so much I don’t understand. Abo
Elowen's POV The silence of my room swallowed me whole, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that calms. It was the kind that roars—loud and suffocating. The weight of my mother’s words had shattered any remnants of innocence I had left about the Triplets. They weren’t just ignorant boys with power—they were the legacy of betrayal, just like my father. My heart ached with the realization that I had fallen for their lies, their sweet words, their promises of love. They were no different than the monster that had destroyed my mother. I had trusted them. But how could I have been so blind? How could I not see that everything they said, everything they did, was just a performance? A calculated act to weaken me, to turn me into the submissive omega they all thought I should be. My thoughts raced back to that moment—the moment Alaric humiliated me in front of everyone. The way he had held me, pretending to be the perfect mate, only to expose me in front of my peers. And Ranon, who had ac
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?"
Theron’s POVThe dawn arrived with a languid grace, its golden tendrils unfurling across the vast expanse of the Academy’s massive windows, slicing sharp, luminous beams across the polished stone floor of the common lounge. The light illuminated the tableau of our intertwined bodies, where Elowen still lay nestled between Ranon and Alaric, a vision of peaceful vulnerability.I remained where I had been throughout the restless night, my long legs stretched out before me, my back pressed against the cool, unyielding stone of the wall, my arms folded tightly across my chest. But my stillness was a deceptive facade. Beneath the outward calm, every nerve ending was acutely aware, every muscle coiled with a possessive tension. I wasn’t resting; I was watching her, my gaze an invisible tether connecting us.She stirred in the depths of her sleep, a soft, almost childlike movement, murmuring something incoherent, her cheek nuzzling against the solid warmth of Ranon’s chest. A low growl, prima
Theron’s POVTraining resumed, a strained imitation of its usual rigorous pace. The air, once crisp with the promise of a new day, now felt thick with unspoken threats and simmering resentment. Every time Elowen’s melodic laughter echoed across the training grounds, every time her golden-streaked hair shimmered like spun sunlight as she executed a sharp spin, my gaze, against my will, snagged on Caelum. He stood like a silent predator at the edge of the grounds, a shadow lurking just beyond the perimeter of our tightly knit group. His golden eyes, intense and unwavering, burned into her back, branding her with his unwelcome attention as if he possessed some inherent right.The sight made my blood simmer, a slow, dangerous heat that threatened to boil over into outright violence. My grip on my practice sword tightened until my knuckles ached, the smooth wood digging into my palm.“Theron,” Alaric’s voice, sharp and urgent, barked under his breath, yanking me back from the precipice of
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,
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
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
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
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