All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Theron 's POV The moment she turned away from me, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t let her walk away—not this time. Before I even realized what I was doing, I ran after her, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Grabbing her arm, I spun her around, pulling her close, our bodies pressed together. “Elowen,” I growled, my voice raw with desperation. “Let me go, Theron!” she cried, struggling against my hold. Her small hands shoved at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. Her tear-filled eyes locked with mine, pleading silently for freedom. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Let me go.” The sight of her tears tore at something deep inside me, but my wolf was unrelenting, howling for me to claim her, to make her ours. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers with the intent to claim what was mine. But she shoved me back, her strength surprising me. “No!” she screamed, her voice cracking with fury. I barely had time to proce

Elowen's POVAlaric’s arms remained around me, holding me in a comforting embrace, but even with him here, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was slowly slipping away. The calm that had settled between us was fragile, and I knew it wouldn’t last forever.His chest rose and fell beneath me, steady and strong, as if he was trying to ground me, to hold me together. And for a fleeting moment, I let myself believe that maybe he could.But the memories of Theron’s angry words, of his hands on me, came rushing back in flashes. The slap. His rage. My heart felt as though it might break all over again.I pulled back slightly, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart like this,” I said, my voice shaky.Alaric cupped my face again, his touch gentle yet insistent. “Elowen,” he murmured, his voice low, the warmth of his tone wrapping around me like a blanket. “You don’t need to apologize for

Elowen's POV Alaric’s lips moved against mine with a fervent, unrelenting passion, as if he were pouring all of his emotions into this moment. His hands trailed down my sides, slow and deliberate, grounding me with every touch. My body was responding to him in ways I couldn’t control, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his forehead pressing against mine as if he were trying to anchor himself. His dark eyes bore into mine, and I felt the depth of his emotions—his protectiveness, his longing, and something more unspoken that lingered in the air between us. “You drive me crazy,” he admitted, his voice hoarse and unsteady. “I’ve tried to keep my distance, to let you figure this out at your own pace, but it’s getting harder every day, Elowen. Harder to hold back. Harder to pretend I don’t feel this…this bond pulling me to you.” I swallowed hard, my hands still resting against his chest. “I feel it too,” I whis

Elowen's POVI ran through the academy halls, my vision blurred by tears that wouldn’t stop falling. My heart was pounding, my chest tight with a mix of fear, anger, and utter helplessness. I could still feel Ranon’s hand on my wrist, still hear his words echoing in my mind. “You don’t have to choose, Elowen. You never did.” How could he say that? How could he act like this was all so simple when my entire world felt like it was crumbling beneath me? I didn’t stop until I reached the dormitory, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the key. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and locked it, my back pressing against the cold wood as I slid to the floor. The sobs came before I could stop them, shaking my entire body as I buried my face in my hands. It was too much. All of it. The bond, the expectations, the constant tug-of-war between them—Alaric, Ranon, Theron. “Elowen?” Lisa’s voice was soft, tentative, as she knocked on the door. I hadn’t even realized she’d followed me.

Elowen's POVThe chilly evening air nipped at my skin as I sat on the old stone bench at the edge of the garden, trying to find solace in the quiet. The stars above were the only witnesses to my silent tears, each one glimmering in the vast, dark sky. It felt like they were mocking me—so far away, so untouchable.I sniffled and wiped my face, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Being here, trapped in this suffocating house, was worse than anything I’d endured at the academy.Just as I began to lose myself in the stillness, I heard it—a soft crunch of footsteps on the gravel path behind me. My heart jumped, and I stiffened, quickly turning my head toward the sound.And then I saw him.Theron.He stood a few feet away, his tall frame cloaked in the shadows of the trees. His dark eyes gleamed under the faint starlight, and his expression was unreadable.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly, more out of shock than anger.He didn’t answer right away. Ins