Did she finally move on from Alaric?

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• The Triplet's Bullied Mate   you're allowed to lean on us!

  Elowen's POV “You didn’t have to cook for me,” I said once we were alone, the peaceful solitude a welcome balm. “I wanted to,” he replied simply, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant blooms, then returning to me. “Every bite. Every moment.” We reached the far end of the garden, where the ancient stone wall was almost entirely covered in thick, emerald ivy. He stopped there, turning to face me fully, his hands rising to gently cup my face. “I know last night was hard, Elowen,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a deep, unwavering empathy. “And you’ve been carrying it—everything, every burden, every secret—alone for so long. But you don’t have to anymore. Not now. Not ever again.” His hands found my waist, pulling me gently, irresistibly, toward him until our bodies were pressed together. “You’re allowed to lean on us,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath mingling with mine. “On me. We are here to carry your burdens, not just our own.” His thumb strok

• The Triplet's Bullied Mate   And my legs… felt like jelly. A delicious weakness bloomed in my core.

  Elowen's POV Breakfast was… chaotic in the way only they, with their vibrant, clashing personalities, could make it. Yet, it was the most perfect chaos imaginable. Ranon, having claimed the seat directly beside me, refused to let me cut my own fruit. He peeled an orange with infuriating slowness, then separated each segment, smirking as he fed me each bite himself. “Say ‘thank you,’” he drawled every single time, his golden eyes daring me to argue, challenging me to defy him. “Thank you, Alpha,” I mocked sweetly, my voice dripping with exaggerated politeness, and was rewarded with a low, possessive growl as his hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my pulse point. “Careful, little flame,” he murmured in my ear, his voice dropping low, thick with a husky promise that sent shivers despite myself, cheeks burning with a delicious flush. “You know what happens when you get smart with me. You might find yourself alone with me, with no brothers to save you.” Theron,

• The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Don’t smirk at me!

  Elowen's POV The sunlight was cruelly soft, a gentle, golden invasion through the linen curtains, piercing the delicious darkness of my eyelids. It felt almost accusatory, reminding me that a new day had dawned, a day that felt impossibly light after the cosmic choices of the night. I tried to bury my face deeper in the pillow, hoping to hide from its insistent cheer, but warm, firm fingers were already brushing my cheek, coaxing me awake with impossible tenderness. “Time to rise, little witch,” Alaric’s voice murmured in my ear, low and impossibly gentle, a melodic rumble that vibrated through my sleepy haze. His breath was warm against my skin. I cracked one eye open, reluctantly, and was immediately met with his signature smirk, his dark hair a delightful mess around his handsome face, his emerald eyes brighter than the sun itself, sparkling with mischief and adoration. “Don’t smirk at me,” I grumbled, my voice thick and hoarse from sleep, laced with a playful resentment.

• The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Rest in Their Arms

  Elowen's POV The house was quiet when we returned, a hushed sanctuary after the storm. Not a storm of thunder and wind, but one of raw, tumultuous emotion, of cosmic choices and brutal ends. It was the kind of sacred quiet only such a tempest leaves behind, a profound stillness that settled into the very timbers of the ancient mansion. My limbs ached in strange, unfamiliar ways, a deep, pervasive weariness that felt as if every part of me had been broken open, rearranged, and then meticulously put back together. My magic had changed, tempered and refined, shedding its wild edges. I had changed, irrevocably. But they—Alaric, Theron, and Ranon—were still the same unwavering anchors in my ever-shifting world. I didn’t speak. Not yet. The words felt too heavy, too fragile to form. Ranon carried me inside. There was no argument from me, no protest, no need for words. Just his arms, strong and sure around me, holding me against his broad chest, his heartbeat a powerful, rhythmic thunder

• The Triplet's Bullied Mate   A promise of freedom and purpose.

  Elowen's POV “Then what do you choose, Elowen?” she asked softly, her voice a gentle murmur, yet it vibrated with the cosmic significance of her words. “The path of unbridled magic… the destiny of the Wielder who reshapes worlds… or the path of love… the solace of the mate, the peace of a shared hearth?” I stared into the moonlit river, my reflection fractured by the tiny, dancing ripples on its surface, mirroring the fragmentation in my own soul. Two paths. So starkly defined. Power, infinite and terrifying, blazing through every inch of me. The kind that could shape fate, command the elements, defy armies. The power that promised loneliness, isolation, the burden of a destiny too vast for any single being. Or… Love. Safety. The warmth of belonging. Ranon’s brutal honesty and fierce heart, Theron’s quiet steadiness and unwavering mind, Alaric’s soul-deep devotion and boundless affection. The promise of a shared future, of laughter, of peace. But as I stared at my frac

• The Triplet's Bullied Mate   The River of Choices

  Elowen's POV The river whispered again. It always did—soft and slow, a liquid sigh against the ancient stones, as if it knew secrets older than the stars, secrets whispered from the dawn of creation. Its silver surface shimmered in the moonlight, a vast, rippling canvas reflecting the celestial tapestry above. These reflected ripples of power danced across the smooth, cold stones at my bare feet, pulling me deeper into a trance. I stood at its edge, shivering slightly in the cool night air, in the exact same spot I had seen her before. The Moon Goddess. The first time she appeared, I had been utterly broken. Lost. Tearing at the seams of the girl I used to be, a fractured echo of a human trying to hold onto a life that was no longer mine. But now… now I was something else entirely. I had faced the darkest corners of my bloodline, confronted the horrifying truth of my father’s betrayal. I had ended Caelum, that twisted wolf who sought to claim me, a raw force of vengeance unleas