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
Elowen's POVI stormed down the dark hallway, my heart pounding as my lips tingled from Theron’s kiss. I pressed my fingers to my mouth, desperate to wipe away the lingering sensation of him, but it was futile. The warmth of his lips, the raw intensity of the kiss—it was all burned into my memory. How dare he? Anger and confusion swirled within me as I pushed open the heavy doors that led outside. Rain poured from the heavens, soaking me instantly, but I didn’t care. The cold droplets felt grounding, washing away the chaos threatening to consume me. I couldn’t understand why I let myself kiss him back. After everything he and his brothers had done, after the pain and humiliation they’d inflicted on me, how could I betray myself like that? I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. No. This can’t happen again. I can’t let them mess with my head anymore. I have to stay strong.A low growl echoed in my mind. “Good,” my wolf, Nyra, said. “Use that anger, Elowen. Let it fu
Elowen POV "Then you need to try harder," I said, my voice trembling. "Because all you’re doing is making this worse."Theron stepped closer, the rain dripping from his hair onto his face. His expression was raw, vulnerable, a side of him I rarely saw. "I don’t know how to stay away, Elowen. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, it pulls me in. I can’t fight it anymore."I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. "You don’t get to say that, Theron. Not after everything you and your brothers have done to me."His jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "I know," he said quietly. "I know I’ve hurt you, and I’ll never forgive myself for it. But I—" He hesitated, his voice faltering. "I can’t stand seeing you with Kael. It drives me insane. The thought of him touching you, holding you... I can’t bear it.""Do you think that makes this any better?" I snapped, anger rising in my chest again. "Do you think jealousy excuses the way you’ve treated me? It doesn’t, The
Elowen's POVThe rain had finally stopped by the time I reached my room, though the storm inside me raged on. My hands were trembling as I locked the door behind me, my wet clothes clinging to my skin like an unwelcome reminder of everything that had just happened.Ranon.Theron. Alaric. Kael.Why couldn’t they leave me alone? Why did they have to keep complicating my life when I was already barely holding it together?I sank onto the edge of my bed, my fingers brushing over my lips again, the ghost of Theron’s kiss still lingering. It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way he looked at me afterward, as if I were the only thing that mattered in his world.I wanted to hate him for it. I wanted to hate all of them.But the truth was, I couldn’t shake the way my heart betrayed me every time they were near.A sharp knock at the door broke through my thoughts, making me jump.“Elowen, it’s Kael,” came the familiar voice.I hesitated, my emotions still raw from everything that had happened. “Go
Elowen’s POV As soon as the door shut, sealing me off from the outside world, I felt the dam inside me break. I rushed to the bathroom, needing the small, confined space to hold myself together, but the second I caught my reflection in the mirror, I shattered. My face was pale, my eyes red-rimmed, and my hair was still damp from the rain. The girl staring back at me looked like a stranger—lost, broken, and utterly defeated. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I tried to steady myself. But the pain was too much, the emotions swirling inside me too overwhelming. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears blurred my vision. I sank to the tiled floor, pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs I’d been holding back finally escaped. It was all too much—the betrayal, the lies, the endless cycle of pain and confusion. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? Why did they all have to worm their way into my heart only to twist the knife dee
Elowen’s POV The morning came, but it didn’t feel like the start of a new day. It felt like the beginning of something darker, something powerful, something that would change everything. I stood in front of the mirror, taking in the reflection staring back at me. I had chosen my clothes carefully today. A tight, black leather jacket clung to my body, showing off my curves. My shirt underneath was dark and fitted, and the jeans hugged my legs just right. I wanted to show them—show all of them—that I wasn’t the fragile, broken girl they thought I was. My makeup was bold, my lips a deep shade of crimson, my eyes smoky and intense. I wanted to make an impression, leave a mark. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smirk. This wasn’t just a new outfit. This was a declaration. "Let them look," I muttered to my reflection. "Let them all stare." I left my room and made my way to the academy, the sound of my boots echoing in the empty halls. My heart raced in ant
Elowen's POV The tension in the air was thick as I made my way through the halls, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The whispers continued behind me, but I paid them no mind. My focus was on one thing only: the game I was playing, the plan I had set in motion, and the power I was slowly reclaiming for myself. Every move I made, every word I spoke—it was all a calculated step toward my ultimate goal. And today, I’d made a significant move. Ranon had been quiet ever since our encounter, his silence telling me everything I needed to know. The way he looked at me, the way his gaze lingered longer than it should have—he was intrigued, and that gave me the upper hand. As I turned the corner toward the courtyard, I saw him again. Ranon. This time, though, he was with his brothers. Alaric, Theron, and Kael were standing in a tight circle, their postures stiff and their conversations muted. But as soon as I entered the space, their heads turned. The moment I laid eyes on th
Elowen’s POV The sun was setting as I walked through the academy grounds, the golden light casting long shadows across the path. My thoughts were racing, but my mind kept returning to one single point: revenge. Everything had led to this moment, to the game I was about to play. No more hesitation. No more fear. It had been a day since I stood before the triplets, made my bold statement, and I could feel the change in the air. The tension was palpable, swirling around me like a storm ready to burst. The whispers had intensified, and I knew they were watching. But the look in their eyes now wasn’t one of control or superiority—it was uncertainty. And that... that felt damn good. As I made my way to the training grounds, I could hear their voices before I saw them. Ranon’s deep tone, Alaric’s mocking laughter, and Theron’s quiet words that I couldn’t quite make out. I didn’t need to know exactly what they were saying. I could feel their eyes on me, following my every move as I approa
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