All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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 next morning, I walked into the academy with my head held high, my mother’s words echoing in my mind. They fear you because they know your potential. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel like the weak, humiliated girl they wanted me to be. Today, I wasn’t going to let anyone step on me. Not anymore. The hallway buzzed with students, the usual murmurs and whispers filling the air. As I strode down the corridor, all eyes turned toward me, some lingering longer than usual. I ignored them, focusing on my newfound determination. And then she appeared—Lisa. Her sickly sweet voice rang out as she stepped into my path, her perfectly manicured nails clutching a notebook she held as though it were a weapon. “Well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Lisa sneered, her lips curling in that familiar condescending smirk. “The academy’s favorite little charity case.” I stopped, my eyes locking onto hers. “Move, Lisa.” My voice was calm, steady, but

Elowen’s POV The hallway felt like it was closing in around me as I stormed out, the taste of Alaric’s kiss still lingering on my lips. My hand trembled as I pressed it against my mouth, trying to erase the memory of his touch, his intensity, the vulnerability in his voice when he said he couldn’t stay away. I hated him. I had to. He was my enemy, the man who had humiliated and broken me countless times. But that kiss—it wasn’t just heat or passion. It was something deeper, something that scared me more than all the pain he had ever caused. The rain outside had started again, but I didn’t care. I pushed through the heavy doors of the academy and let the cold droplets soak me. The chill grounded me, gave me a focus as my emotions threatened to spiral out of control. "Elowen." His voice followed me, deep and commanding, but this time it wasn’t filled with anger. There was a softness in it that made my chest tighten. I didn’t turn around, refusing to let him see the turmoil he w

Elowen’s POV The slap I intended to give him remained frozen in the air, my fingers trembling as I stared into his intense, stormy eyes. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss we’d just shared, and the way he was looking at me—desperate, longing, vulnerable—sent a shiver down my spine. I clenched my jaw, willing myself to stay strong, but my body betrayed me. My heart thundered in my chest, my lips still tingling from his touch. For a fleeting moment, I hated how much power he had over me. And yet, I hated myself more for wanting him despite everything he’d done. No. You have a plan, my wolf, Nyra, growled in my mind, her voice firm. Make him fall for you. Make him regret everything. Her words snapped something in me, and I felt a surge of determination course through my veins. This wasn’t about weakness. This wasn’t about my feelings. This was about revenge. So instead of walking away, instead of pushing him again, I stepped forward. His eyes widened slightly as I re

Elowen’s POV The game continued, but the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. What started out as a simple bottle-spinning challenge had turned into something much more intense. Every time the bottle spun, the tension between us grew thicker, and with it, the dare escalating. We were no longer just playing for fun. This had turned into a battle of egos, of pride, and of revenge. I could feel all eyes on me, especially Ranon’s. His gaze was intense, but his lips were pressed tightly together as if holding back something—something dangerous. I could see the flicker of frustration in his eyes, and it fueled me further. This was my moment. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand, and let the game continue. But I wasn’t going to let things go on without taking control. The bottle spun again, slower this time, and it finally stopped. I was expecting it to land on one of the guys, but instead, the bottle pointed directly at me. I could hear a few chuckles, and Alisa’s voice broke t