All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alaric's POV I closed the door to my room, a satisfied smirk curling my lips as I leaned against the wall. The house was quiet now, Elowen likely already in bed, caught in the illusion I’d so carefully crafted for her. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it with a quick swipe of my finger. My thumb hovered over the photo album, a special folder tucked away in the depths of my phone. I opened it, and there they were—pictures of her. Pictures of us. Innocent at first glance. Her resting against me, her laughter caught mid-action, her flushed cheeks after our "moments." But then there were the others—the ones I’d taken in secret, capturing her vulnerability, her naivety. She had no idea these existed. I scrolled through them slowly, savoring each one like it was a prize. Each image reminded me of how easy it had been to manipulate her, to wrap her around my finger with a few sweet words and well-timed gestures. And now, in just one week, it would all come crashing

Elowen’s POV The world was dark when I woke up. My head throbbed, and my body felt heavy, pinned down by an unseen weight. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see faint light streaming through the cracks of an unfamiliar ceiling. My breath hitched. Where was I? I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my side forced me to stay down. The events from earlier slammed into me like a tidal wave—Alaric’s betrayal, Lisa’s cruelty, Ranon’s confession, and the rogue attack. My heart ached as if someone had torn it out and crushed it beneath their heel. The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. It was Theron. His shirt was torn, blood smeared across his arms, and his face was etched with worry. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice filled with relief. I didn’t respond. My throat felt raw, and the words I wanted to say were trapped behind the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Theron knelt beside the bed, his eyes searching mine. “Elowen, are you okay?” I blinked at him, unsure if I

Elowen's POV The forest was silent, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant howls of wolves. I stood there, my knees trembling, as the golden-eyed wolf I’d come to trust and depend on transformed before my eyes. His powerful form shifted, fur melting into skin, muscles rippling as he stood up straight. The air around him shimmered with an energy that was unmistakable. And then he was standing in front of me, not as a wolf, but as a man—a breathtakingly handsome man. His features were striking, sharp jawline, chiseled body, and eyes that burned with an intensity I couldn’t look away from. His hair was wild, a mix of dark brown and gold that caught the moonlight, making him seem almost ethereal. But it wasn’t just his appearance that stole my breath. It was the way he held himself—confident, powerful, yet somehow gentle. He looked at me with an expression that spoke volumes—one of recognition, longing, and something deeper, something I couldn’t yet place. Hi

Elowen's POV We traveled through the dense forest, the trees towering around us like silent sentinels. Kael moved with purpose, his every step sure and confident, while I trailed behind, my thoughts a chaotic mess. The air grew colder as we ventured deeper into the woods, the moonlight barely penetrating the thick canopy above. Finally, Kael stopped in front of a small, hidden cabin nestled between two massive oak trees. “She’s inside,” he said, turning to me. “Are you ready?” I wasn’t. How could I be? But I nodded anyway, my heart pounding in my chest. Kael pushed open the door, and the warmth of a crackling fire greeted us. The cabin was cozy, with wooden walls adorned with simple decorations and a faint scent of lavender lingering in the air. And then I saw her. She was sitting in a chair by the fire, her back to us, but I’d recognize her anywhere—the curve of her shoulders, the way she held herself. My breath hitched, and my legs felt like they would give out. “Mom,” I w

Elowen's POV The next morning, the academy buzzed with an energy that was both palpable and unsettling. I walked through the gates, my head held high despite the whispers that followed me everywhere I went. But today, there was something different—a presence beside me that commanded attention. Kael strode confidently by my side, his movements fluid and purposeful. His tall frame and sharp, chiseled features made him impossible to ignore. The way his dark hair fell over his forehead, slightly tousled, gave him an air of effortless charm. But it was his piercing silver eyes that caught people off guard, as if they could see straight through to your soul. The gossip started the moment we stepped onto the grounds. “Who’s that with Elowen?” “Isn’t he a rogue?” “They look… close.” “Did she finally move on from Alaric?” “No way. An omega with him?” My wolf growled softly in the back of my mind, but Kael remained unfazed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He se