Elowen’s POVDays blurred together as I tried to keep my head down, enduring the whispers and stares that followed me everywhere. But today was worse—Theron and his girlfriend’s cruel laughter echoed in my ears long after the encounter. My wolf, usually fierce and protective, seemed quieter, wounded by their words. “I told you not to run,” she muttered after a long silence. “You gave them power over us.” “I didn’t have a choice,” I whispered back, clutching my books tightly as I walked through the empty hallway. “You heard what they said.” “They were trying to break us. Don’t let them.” I sighed, trying to focus on anything but the humiliation burning in my chest. But no matter how hard I tried, their words replayed in my mind: "weak, pathetic Omega... spread your legs... she’s even weaker than I thought." It was suffocating. ---The next day, I thought I’d be safe during lunch. Lisa and I had found a quieter spot near the edge of campus, away from the prying eyes and mock
Theron’s POV It had been days since that encounter, and Elowen’s words still clung to me like a curse. I told myself I didn’t care—that her defiance was nothing more than a desperate act of rebellion from a weak Omega. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, heard her trembling voice challenging me. My wolf hadn’t let up either. “You’re a coward,” he snarled, louder and angrier each day. “She’s your mate, and you’re running from her. Do you even realize the damage you’re causing?” I tried to drown him out, focusing on anything but the relentless pull of the bond. It was suffocating, clawing at my chest like a wild animal desperate to escape. But no matter how much I resisted, the bond refused to loosen its grip. And then it happened. I was walking through the campus courtyard, trying to clear my head, when I saw her. Elowen. She was sitting on the edge of the fountain, her face pale and drawn. She looked… fragile. Her scent hit me like a punch to the gut, and
Elowen’s POVI had spent weeks avoiding the triplets as much as possible. They were a storm I wasn’t ready to face—a mix of danger, hatred, and something I couldn’t quite name. But their shadows loomed over me wherever I went.Today, though, I managed a rare moment of peace, sitting under the old oak tree near the pack training grounds. The cool breeze carried the scent of pine, and for once, I felt a sliver of calm. Lisa was nearby, practicing sparring moves, and I watched her with a faint smile.It didn’t last.A strange scent hit me—a mix of smoke and iron. It was unfamiliar, sharp, and sent my wolf into a frenzy.“Danger,” she whispered, her voice tight with warning. “Be ready.”Before I could process it, a figure appeared, stepping into my line of sight. He was tall, with dark auburn hair and eyes that gleamed like polished steel. His presence radiated power and confidence, and the way he moved made it clear he wasn’t an ordinary wolf.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling s
Elowen’s POVThe air was electric, thick with unspoken tension as Alaric, Theron, and Ranon squared off against Cillian. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could barely catch my breath. Cillian’s smirk widened as he took a step forward. His casual demeanor only made the situation more unnerving. “You really think the three of you can protect her? She deserves better than the scraps you’ve thrown her way.” Theron growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Say another word, and I’ll shut your mouth permanently.” Cillian ignored him, his steel-gray eyes settling on me. “Tell me, little Omega, do they treat you with the respect you deserve? Or are you nothing but their dirty secret?” I clenched my fists, my wolf howling inside me. “Don’t let him talk to us like that! We are stronger than this.”But I felt frozen, caught between the venom in Cillian’s words and the heat radiating off the triplets behind me. “You don’t speak to her,” Alaric said, his
Elowen's POV The air still crackled with tension as I watched the triplets exchange grim looks. They stood like an unbreakable wall, each projecting power in their own way. But the weight of their stares on me felt suffocating. “We’ll fix this,” Alaric had said, his voice calm and full of promises I didn’t trust. Fix what? My bond with them? Their hatred for me? The fact that I felt like a pawn in a game I hadn’t agreed to play? Lisa rushed to my side, pulling me into her arms. Lisa looked past me, glaring at the triplets. “You three better sort this out before you destroy her completely. She deserves better than this chaos.” Her words stung, and I felt tears pricking at my eyes. She was right. I deserved better. But I was tied to this—tied to them—whether I wanted it or not. Theron turned to me, his jaw tight. “You don’t trust us,” he said, his voice rough, almost broken. “How can I?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “You’ve treated me like nothing but a b
Elowen’s POVThe hallway was quieter than usual, the shadows stretching long across the floor as the last of the students hurried to their destinations. I had stayed behind after class, hoping to avoid running into anyone—not Alisa, not her gaggle of bullies, and especially not the triplets.But fate had other plans.I turned the corner, and there he was. Ranon.His broad shoulders leaned casually against the wall, his dark eyes locked onto me the moment I appeared. It was as if he’d been waiting for me.My chest tightened, and I stopped in my tracks, my instincts screaming at me to turn and run. But his gaze held me frozen in place.“Elowen,” he said, his deep voice rolling over me like thunder.I swallowed hard. “What do you want, Ranon?”He pushed off the wall and took a step closer. “To talk.”I shook my head, already backing away. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I figured you’d say that. But we need to talk. You and me. Now
Ranon’s POVThe next day, I found her alone in the library. She sat by the farthest window, her face buried in a book, trying to disappear into the background like she always did. But there was no escaping me.I made my way over, deliberately taking my time. Her scent hit me first—warm, soothing, and maddeningly addictive. My wolf stirred, whining softly.“Don’t do this, Ranon,” he growled, his tone pleading. “She’s innocent. She’s ours.”I ignored him, forcing a smirk onto my face as I approached. She didn’t notice me at first, too lost in her own world, but the moment I pulled out the chair across from her, her head snapped up.Her wide, startled eyes met mine, and I could see the wariness there, the fear she tried so hard to hide.“Ranon,” she said quietly, her voice steady but guarded.“Relax, Elowen,” I drawled, leaning back in the chair. “I’m not here to bite.”Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she closed her book with a soft thud. “What do you want?”I let my smirk deepen,
Elowen’s POVThe sun was setting, casting long golden streaks across the campus grounds as I walked back to my dorm. The air was crisp, a quiet calm settling over the evening. For once, I felt a sense of peace—no mocking voices, no sidelong glances, no triplets breathing down my neck. At least, that’s what I thought. I turned the corner, and there he was. Alaric. He stood leaning against the low brick wall near the path, his arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my steps falter. “Alaric,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. He pushed off the wall, his movements smooth and predatory, and closed the distance between us in a few long strides. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his tone low and accusing. I glanced away, the weight of his gaze too much to bear. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” “Don’t lie to me, Elowen,” he said sharply, his voice softening at the edges. “I can feel it. The bond doesn’t let me ignore when you’re pulling away.” I
Elowen's POV The night came too quickly. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection with a mixture of dread and defiance. My black dress clung to me like a second skin, accentuating every curve. It wasn’t flashy, but it was enough to make a statement—strong, untouchable, and in control. At least, that’s what I told myself. My wolf stirred impatiently, eager for what the night promised. I hated her for it. The bond between mates was relentless, and no matter how much I wanted to keep Ranon at arm’s length, a part of me craved him in ways I couldn’t ignore. A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I straightened my spine, forcing the emotions down, and crossed the room to open it. Ranon stood on the other side, his presence filling the doorway. He wasn’t wearing his usual leather jacket. Instead, he’d dressed up, a dark button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. His hair was slicked back, but a few rebellious strands
Elowen's POV The game room felt oppressive the moment I agreed. Ranon’s smirk lingered on his face like he had already won—not just the game, but me. My heart thundered in my chest, though I forced myself to appear calm, composed. If he saw even a flicker of weakness, he’d exploit it mercilessly. “Don’t look so nervous, Elowen,” Ranon said, his voice low and mocking, laced with just enough amusement to irritate me. He moved closer, leaning his cue stick casually against the wall. His gaze never left me, sharp and predatory, like he was savoring the moment. “You agreed. I’m not forcing you into anything.” I held his gaze, refusing to flinch under the weight of his stare. “I’m not nervous,” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re all talk or if you actually mean it.” His laugh was soft, yet it rumbled through me like a warning growl. “Oh, I mean every word,” he murmured. His hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from m
Elowen POV The loud crack of the cue ball hitting the cluster of solids and stripes reverberated through the dimly lit room. I paused at the doorway of the academy’s game lounge, my eyes drawn to the figure leaning over the pool table with practiced ease. Ranon. His sharp features were illuminated by the golden overhead light, his black hair falling slightly into his eyes as he lined up his next shot. He radiated confidence, his every movement deliberate and precise. I shouldn’t have stopped. Shouldn’t have even looked at him. But something about him—about us—always pulled me in like a magnet. “Enjoying the view?” he drawled without looking up, his voice smooth like velvet, yet tinged with a teasing edge. I rolled my eyes and stepped closer. “Hardly. I was just wondering how long you’d take to finish this game. From here, it looks like you’ve been struggling.” That got his attention. He straightened up and turned to me, his lips curving into a slow, wicked grin. “Struggling?
Theron’s POVI stood there for a moment, watching her disappear into the dorms. My wolf was howling in my mind, clawing to break free, to chase after her."She’s ours. Why does she fight it?"Because she’s Elowen. Stubborn, infuriating, intoxicating Elowen.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. The kiss had left me shaken, craving more. She was like a drug, and I was hopelessly addicted.But she was also a puzzle, one I couldn’t quite figure out.I could feel the walls she’d built around herself, the pain she carried like armor. And I wanted to tear them all down, to see the real Elowen underneath.But I couldn’t push too hard. Not yet.Because if I pushed too hard, I might lose her completely. And that was something I wasn’t sure I could survive.---Elowen's POV Next morning the hallway buzzed with the faint chatter of students, but it all faded into a dull hum when my eyes caught sight of him—Alaric. The man who had turned my world upside down. He leaned cas
Elowen’s POVI stormed out of the library after the kiss, my heart racing and my mind spinning. What just happened? That kiss—it wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to make me question everything.I stepped outside into the cool night air, needing to escape the suffocating walls of the academy. The moon hung high, its silver light illuminating the quiet campus. I leaned against a tree, my breath coming in shaky bursts as I tried to gather my thoughts.This wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to make him fall for me, not the other way around. I was supposed to stay in control, but every time Theron touched me, every time he looked at me with those intense, stormy eyes, I felt myself unraveling."Pull yourself together, Elowen," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "This is about revenge. Nothing more."But deep down, I knew it was becoming more than that. And that terrified me.The next day at the academy, I avoided Theron at all costs. I couldn’t
Elowen’s POV The days that followed only intensified the chaos inside me. Theron’s kiss had ignited something I couldn’t ignore, but I couldn’t afford to get distracted. This wasn’t about love, or even desire—it was about revenge. It had to be. I had a plan, and I wouldn’t let anyone, especially Theron, derail it. But every time our paths crossed, it felt like the line between playing him and falling for him was blurring. The way he looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something I refused to acknowledge... it stirred something deep within me. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn't let him have that power over me. --- The academy was in full swing by the time the weekend approached, and I had the perfect opportunity to push my plan forward. I walked into the cafeteria, head held high, making my way toward the table where the triplets usually sat. The whispers followed me, and I reveled in the attention. They wanted to see how far I’d go, how much of a spectac
Elowen’s POV The days following that kiss were a whirlwind. I knew better than to let my emotions get tangled up in the mess Theron had created. But every time our paths crossed, I could feel the heat between us—fierce, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. It was almost as if he had become a shadow in my mind, lurking in every corner, whispering in my thoughts. I tried to shake it off, to focus on my revenge, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't quite erase the feeling that I had ignited something in him. And, for the first time in a long time, I was beginning to wonder if I could control the flames I had started. --- The academy was abuzz with gossip. Whispers about the kiss between The Triplet's and me were like wildfire, spreading through every hallway, every class. Alisa was particularly insistent on confronting me about it, but I made it clear that she was beneath me. I didn’t need to entertain her petty jealousy. But today, as I entered the cafeteria, my eyes i
Elowen’s POV I had no intention of letting the day pass quietly, not with everything that had transpired. My thoughts were focused on one thing: making sure Theron also knew exactly where I stood. He wasn’t going to get away with treating me like a puzzle he could ignore or dismiss whenever it suited him. If anyone was going to control the game, it was going to be me. I found him standing near the entrance of the academy, his usual confident posture a bit more tense than usual. His eyes caught mine the moment I entered the hall, and the expression on his face told me everything I needed to know. There was frustration in those eyes—his carefully hidden confusion about me. "Elowen," he said, his voice steady but with an underlying edge. His jaw was clenched, like he was fighting to keep his emotions under control. I ignored the way my heart twisted at the sound of his voice and the slight pull toward him. I had a plan now, and nothing was going to derail me. "Theron," I respo
Elowen's POV As I walked through the crowded hallways, the whispers seemed louder, more eager, more charged. The glances thrown my way were laced with curiosity and a hint of fear, the kind that came when people realized they were witnessing something dangerous. Something they couldn’t predict. I could feel the weight of their gazes, but I didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them talk. The game was just getting started, and I was in control. I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflective surface—my hair perfectly styled, makeup sharp and deliberate. I looked every bit the girl they thought they knew... but there was so much more beneath the surface. More than they would ever see coming. The triplets had no idea what they were dealing with. Ranon thought he knew me, thought he had me pegged, but I had yet to show him the real Elowen. The one who could bring them to their knees without lifting a finger. And today, I would make my first move. When I reached the library, I noticed R