All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elowen's POVThe wind whipped at my face as I ran through the woods, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. My mind was spinning, tangled with the memories of Theron’s words, his touch, his unrelenting intensity. “Because you’re mine, Elowen.” His voice echoed in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it clung to me like a shadow. I hated how my heart had faltered, how his presence had chipped away at the walls I’d tried so desperately to build. I finally stopped when I reached the edge of the forest, my chest heaving as I leaned against a tree to catch my breath. The estate loomed in the distance, cold and unwelcoming. A reminder that there was no peace here, no escape from the chaos that had taken over my life. I didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to face Liora’s smug disdain or the suffocating emptiness of my room. But where else could I go? As I trudged back toward the house, my mind wandered to Alaric. He’d always been the one to catch me when I fel

Ranon’s POVThe training ground was empty now, the silence suffocating, but it wasn’t nearly as maddening as the storm raging in my mind. Alaric and Elowen. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together—her teary eyes clinging to him like he was her savior, and him looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered.I growled under my breath, pacing back and forth like a caged beast.“Ranon,” Alisa’s sickly sweet voice broke through my thoughts.I didn’t turn to her, clenching my fists tightly. “What?”She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the stone floor. “You’re worked up again.”“Of course I’m worked up!” I snapped, whirling to face her. “How could Alaric be so blind? So... pathetic?”Alisa smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not Alaric’s fault,” she said with a shrug. “That little Omega knows how to play the victim. She’s weak, but she’s not stupid.”Her words hit a nerve, and I felt a sharp pang of agreement, followed by a deep-seated anger I couldn

Elowen’s POVI could feel the tension in the air even before I stepped into the house. The oppressive silence was heavy, punctuated only by the occasional click of Liora’s heels against the marble floor. The sight of her waiting for me in the foyer, arms crossed and an icy glare fixed on me, sent a chill down my spine. "You're late," she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "I was out," I replied curtly, refusing to meet her eyes as I made my way toward the stairs. "Out? With who? One of those mutts you're bonded to?" she sneered, her words dripping with venom. I froze mid-step, my hands tightening around the banister. "Don't," I warned softly, my voice trembling with suppressed anger. "Don’t what?" she mocked, taking a step closer. "Don’t point out the truth? You’re pathetic, Elowen. Always have been. You think those boys care about you? You're nothing but a weak little Omega dragging them down." Her words hit like a slap, but I refused to let her see the hurt. I

Theron’s POV The bitter burn of alcohol slid down my throat, but it did nothing to dull the storm inside me. Bottle after bottle, I drank, hoping, praying to drown the thoughts of her. Elowen. Her name alone sent a fresh wave of anger and longing surging through me. “Damn you,” I growled, slamming the empty bottle onto the table. The glass rattled but didn’t shatter. I wished it had. I wished for destruction—something to match the chaos inside me. My wolf howled in my head, clawing at my consciousness, begging me to turn back. She’s ours, he snarled. You can’t escape her. “Shut up,” I muttered, dragging myself to my feet. The room spun slightly, but I didn’t care. The ache in my chest was unbearable, and I needed to make it stop. Before I knew it, I was behind the wheel, the rain pelting against the windshield as I drove aimlessly through the night. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The alcohol buzz made my movements sluggish, but

Elowen's POV I stared out the window, my sketchbook lying forgotten in my lap. The steady hum of rain against the glass mirrored the restless whirl of my thoughts. Alaric. His name was a drumbeat in my mind, relentless and consuming. The way his fingers intertwined with mine, his protective gaze, the warmth in his rare smiles—I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And yet, it terrified me. I was so caught up in the spiral of emotions that I didn’t notice anyone approach until a voice cut through my thoughts. “Elowen.” I jumped, clutching the edge of the table. My heart raced as I turned to see Ranon standing there, holding two steaming mugs. “Ranon,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing here?” He raised a brow, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble.” I frowned, my suspicions immediately rising. “Then why are you here?” Without answering, he placed one of the mugs in front of me and took the seat across the tab