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The Triplet's Bullied Mate Let’s skip the rest of the day.
Elowen’s POV The academy library was a sanctuary, a quiet haven of hushed reverence and stillness. It was cool, almost chilly, after the simmering tension of the courtyard, its tall, arching stained-glass windows filtering the harsh morning sunlight into soft, dappled patterns of golden light that danced across the ancient wooden shelves. Dust motes, caught in the ethereal beams, floated lazily through the air like tiny, shimmering galaxies as I stepped between rows of towering books, the faint sound of my boots muffled by the thick, plush carpeted floor. I needed quiet. A deep, pervasive silence that could somehow drown out the incessant, cruel whispers that had clung to me all morning, the memory of Lysander’s smirking arrogance, the suffocating weight of a hundred curious stares. More than that, I needed… peace. A profound sense of calm that felt increasingly elusive in my life. Theron followed me silently, his footsteps a soft, steady presence behind me, a comforting counterp
The Triplet's Bullied Mate You’re just a pathetic distraction.
Elowen’s POV The sun, a brilliant, almost blinding disc, hung high over the sprawling academy grounds as I stepped into the main courtyard, a worn leather-bound notebook clutched tightly in my arms. The open-air pathways were already a bustling hive of activity, swarming with students rushing to their various elective classes—strategic planning, elemental theory, the intricate studies of political lineage. Mercifully, today was not a combat training day. A small, much-needed reprieve. Still, despite the relative calm of the academic atmosphere, I felt the familiar prickle of eyes on me, a constant, almost physical sensation. The whispers had returned, a low, persistent hum that seemed to follow my every step. I could feel their collective curiosity pressing in from every angle—about last night, about my conspicuous absence from the dorms and my very public return with Alaric. About why Ranon and Theron had hovered so close by all morning, flanking me like fiercely possessive sent
The Triplet's Bullied Mate He’s going to tease us mercilessly for weeks.
Elowen’s POV Sunlight, soft and golden, crept into Alaric’s room with a languid grace, painting warm, inviting patterns across the dark wooden floorboards and casting a gentle luminescence against the rumpled sheets. For a long, peaceful moment, I didn’t move, content to simply lie there, breathing in the uniquely comforting scent of him that permeated the air. Alaric. He was still deeply asleep beside me, his strong arm draped possessively across my waist, his face buried in the pillow beside mine. His dark hair was a wonderfully tousled mess, several strands falling across his brow and cheek, his lips slightly parted in a peaceful, unguarded expression. Vulnerable. Serene. I reached up slowly, my fingers light as a feather, and gently brushed the stray strands of hair back from his forehead, letting my hand linger for a moment against the warmth of his temple. It wasn’t often that I was granted the quiet intimacy of seeing him like this. Soft. Unburdened. He so often carried th
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Don’t try to carry that weight all by yourself.
Elowen’s POV The tumultuous energy of the day had finally begun to dissipate, the echoes of cruel whispers and suffocating stares fading into the quiet hum of the late hours. The rigorous demands of combat training had left my body aching, a pleasant weariness that should have lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep. But sleep remained elusive, a distant shore I couldn’t quite reach. Not without the comforting presence of him beside me. So, drawn by an invisible thread, I found myself standing before Alaric’s door. My heart hammered a nervous rhythm against my ribs. The soft fabric of my robe was wrapped tightly around me, a flimsy shield against the vulnerability I felt. I didn’t bother to knock. Some unspoken understanding, a silent language that flowed between us, made it unnecessary. He opened the door before my hand could even rise. “Elowen.” His voice was low and soft, a quiet greeting that held a note of anticipation, as if he, too, had been waiting for this unspoken summon
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Not yet. But maybe… someday.
Elowen’s POV The sun, a bruised and bleeding smear of vibrant orange and deep crimson, was slowly sinking behind the jagged silhouette of the distant treetops, casting long, skeletal shadows that stretched across the rolling academy grounds like grasping fingers. I stood alone on the small stone balcony outside my room, my arms resting on the cold, weathered railing, my gaze fixed on the darkening landscape, watching as the familiar landmarks of the academy slowly dissolved into the encroaching twilight. My mind felt like a tangled web, still caught in the sticky threads of the day’s jarring encounters. Lisa’s venomous taunts, echoing with a cruel precision. Lysander’s smug, unsettling smirks, radiating a calculated arrogance. Caelum’s cryptic warnings, sharp and unsettlingly perceptive. And underneath it all, the heavy, almost palpable silence that had clung to Alaric like an invisible shroud ever since the tense aftermath of Lysander’s classroom intrusion. His unusual quietud
The Triplet's Bullied Mate But for how long will you willingly choose to remain… behind the alphas?
Elowen’s POV Moments after class the hallway, moments before a bustling artery of student traffic, now felt strangely vast and empty around us. The lingering tension from the volatile confrontation with Lysander hung thick in the air, a palpable residue of barely suppressed fury. Students parted around our small group like the Red Sea before Moses, their gazes darting nervously away, afraid to meet the intense, almost predatory eyes of the three furious alphas shadowing my every step. Their collective wrath was a tangible thing, a silent promise of retribution that radiated outwards. I barely managed to steer Theron and Ranon, their shoulders tight and their movements jerky, toward the relative quiet of the far end of the corridor. Alaric remained a silent, brooding presence a step behind us, his fists still clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white, as if he were locked in a fierce internal battle against the overwhelming urge to turn back and drag Lysander Vale headfirst
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Keep admiring, and you’ll very likely end up permanently blind.
Elowen’s POV The academy hallways pulsed with the frenetic energy of the morning rush, a chaotic symphony of hurried footsteps and muffled conversations as students navigated their way to their respective classes. I walked in the midst of the triplets, flanked closely on either side by the imposing figures of Ranon and Theron, while Alaric maintained a watchful pace a step or two behind, his usual sardonic banter replaced by an uncharacteristic quietude. The simmering tension from the previous night, though the immediate storm had passed, still clung to all of us like a damp, unseen dew. As we entered the bustling academy courtyard, a fresh wave of whispers followed in our wake—soft and sharp, like invisible needles brushing against exposed skin. "That's her, isn't it?" "The one from that scene yesterday?" "Did you hear all the awful things Lisa Vale said?" I consciously kept my gaze fixed straight ahead, my spine held rigidly erect, though every hushed comment, every sidelong
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Come on, you ridiculous lovebirds.
Elowen’s POV Next morning I woke slowly, languidly, to the gentle caress of sunlight painting warm, golden streaks across the ancient stone walls of Theron’s room. A comforting warmth pressed firmly against my back, molding to my curves with a familiar intimacy. For a fleeting moment, everything felt soft, safe, cocooned away from the relentless pressures of the outside world. It was as if the academy, Lisa, and all the attendant dramas had momentarily forgotten our existence entirely. Theron’s strong arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, his steady breath a warm whisper against the sensitive skin at the back of my neck. His body, lean and muscular, was pressed perfectly against mine, radiating a comforting heat that enveloped me like a familiar, welcome blanket. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the spell of this rare, unguarded quiet. I simply wanted to savor the peaceful stillness, the feeling of being completely held. But the instant I shifted slightly, a sub
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Oh, I'll be very good.
Elowen's POV His hands joined mine. Spreading my arms wide, pressing them into the mattress above my head, his fingers entwined with mine. He held them there, gently pinning me beneath him as his mouth explored every inch of my bare skin. The heat of his lips trailed down my neck, my breasts, his tongue leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses as it slowly worked its way down my belly. I arched into him, a desperate sound escaping my lips.He released my hands, his fingers skimming slowly down the length of my arms, my sides, until they curled around the backs of my thighs, gripping my legs tightly. My breath hitched in my throat as he lifted my hips, his hot mouth moving lower and lower, his tongue dipping inside me. A wave of pleasure pulsed through me, sending shivers across my skin. His fingers dug into the backs of my thighs as he slowly, tortuously dragged his tongue across me, tasting me. Another desperate moan escaped me. He released his hold on my legs, shifting back up
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