All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“You’re going to Ironfang Academy.” Liora’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Cold. Sharp. Cutting through the silence of the dining room as she stared at me from across the table. I stayed silent, my eyes fixed on the chipped edge of the plate in front of me. What was the point of arguing? I didn’t have any power here. Liora had seen to that. Ever since my father was paralyzed in that fight, she’d taken over the pack, taken over everything. She was Luna now, and I was just a problem she hadn’t quite solved yet.She continued, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve had enough of the complaints. Do you really enjoy seducing Alphas like your mother? Is that why you cause so much trouble at school?”My blood ran cold at the mention of my mother. My chest tightened with anger, but I kept quiet. Liora had been waiting for this. She wanted me out of the way so her own daughter could take over when the time came. But she couldn’t do that while I was still here—the real daughter of the Alph

Theron's lips curved into a sly smirk as our eyes locked, and I felt my stomach tighten with a mixture of fear and desire. My wolf howled inside my mind, urging me to go to him, to claim our mate.But I stood my ground, clenching my jaw in defiance. The mate bond may have been tugging at me, trying to connect us, but I refused to let it control me. I wouldn't fall for this Alpha's charm.As he started walking towards me, my body tensed and I instinctively took a step back, only to collide with Lisa who stood behind me. She gave me a concerned look, but my attention was focused entirely on the powerful figure advancing towards us. He stopped right in front of me, his aura suffocating and dominating, causing my heart rate to quicken."A newcomer," he drawled out in a low, menacing voice that sent shivers down my spine.I remained silent, unable to find my voice amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within me. His dark eyes bore into mine, seeming to pierce through all of my defenses. Th

The silence wasn’t helping. It gave my mind too much space to think, too much time to spiral. I stared at the cracks in the ceiling, trying to keep my breaths steady, but every inhale felt heavier than the last. “Three mates.” The words rattled around in my head, taunting me. Three mates. Three chances. Three rejections. “No, not rejections,” my wolf interrupted, her voice brimming with excitement. “Three bonds. Three blessings! Do you know how rare this is, Elowen? We’re chosen three times over!” Blessings. She actually called them blessings. My stomach churned, and I buried my face in my hands. “They don’t feel like blessings,” I whispered. “They feel like curses.” “Don’t say that!” my wolf snapped, her voice sharp. “Ranon and Theron—they weren’t worthy of us. The Moon didn’t make a mistake; it gave us stronger bonds to replace the weak ones. And now we have Alaric! He’s the strongest of all. Do you feel it? His power? His presence? He’s perfect for us.” “Perfect?” I let

Alaric’s POVThe encounter replayed in my mind, though I didn’t want it to. The weak, tear-streaked face of the Omega I had bumped into wouldn’t leave me alone. I clenched my fists, trying to push it out of my head. She was nothing. Just a weak, pathetic Omega. The fact that she was my mate didn’t change that. “She’s ours,” my wolf growled, his voice low and furious in my head. “She’s not worthy,” I snapped back, my own voice icy and unrelenting. “How dare you say that? She’s our mate!” My wolf’s voice thundered through my mind, his anger crashing against me like a tidal wave. He was pacing in my consciousness, restless and on edge. “Did you see her? She was hurting. She’s in pain because of us!” “Because she’s weak,” I shot back, my jaw tightening. “I don’t have time to deal with her tears and fragility. She’ll never survive in our world.” “She’s stronger than you think,” my wolf snarled, his golden eyes flashing in my mind. “You’re just too blind to see it. You keep pushi

Elowen’s POV: The rest of the day passed in a haze of whispers and stolen glances. Alisa and her group had disappeared, their bravado shattered by Alaric’s intervention. Lisa stayed close by my side, her protective presence a small comfort. But the memory of Alaric’s words—"If I ever see you lay a hand on her again you will regret it"—played on a loop in my mind. Did he really mean it? Or was it just a fleeting claim, a way to assert dominance in front of the crowd? “He meant it,” my wolf insisted, her voice steady and resolute. “He’s starting to feel it. The bond. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.” I wasn’t so sure. His touch, his presence, the fire in his eyes—it had felt real in the moment. But now that he was gone, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been a reflex, a duty he felt bound to by the mate bond. As the day turned to evening, I found myself wandering near the edge of the training grounds. I wasn’t sure why I was there. Maybe I wanted some quiet. Maybe I