Elowen has always been an outcast—an omega in a world ruled by powerful Alphas, tormented by her vicious stepmother and unwanted by her pack. When she’s forced to attend Ironfang Alpha Academy, infamous for its ruthless students, she hopes to disappear into the shadows. But fate has other plans. On her first day, she crosses paths with one of the notorious triplet Alphas who rule the academy with fear. In a shocking twist, Theron claims her as his mate, revealing her omega status to the entire school. But that’s not the worst of it—Ronan, the youngest of the triplets, is her mate too. And the most terrifying of all, Alaric, their eldest brother, hates omegas more than anything. The triplets hold her fate in their hands, and while the mate bond pulls them together, Elowen can’t escape them now. With secrets unravelling and danger lurking around every corner, will she survive long enough to understand why the Moon Goddess gave her not one, but three Alpha mates?
View More“You’re going to Ironfang Academy.”
Liora’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Cold. Sharp. Cutting through the silence of the dining room as she stared at me from across the table. I stayed silent, my eyes fixed on the chipped edge of the plate in front of me. What was the point of arguing? I didn’t have any power here. Liora had seen to that. Ever since my father was paralyzed in that fight, she’d taken over the pack, taken over everything. She was Luna now, and I was just a problem she hadn’t quite solved yet. She continued, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve had enough of the complaints. Do you really enjoy seducing Alphas like your mother? Is that why you cause so much trouble at school?” My blood ran cold at the mention of my mother. My chest tightened with anger, but I kept quiet. Liora had been waiting for this. She wanted me out of the way so her own daughter could take over when the time came. But she couldn’t do that while I was still here—the real daughter of the Alpha. The reminder that her power was temporary. What happened at school wasn’t my fault. I didn’t mean to go into heat—how could I have known? No one ever taught me about it. My mother was gone before she could explain what to expect. And Liora? She couldn’t care less about preparing me for something like that. She’d handed me those pills without warning, telling me to take them without explaining what they were. And they’d made me sick—so sick I couldn’t even stand. But that didn’t matter to my step mother. She only saw an opportunity to get rid of me. “I didn’t—” I started, but she cut me off. “Save it, Elowen,” she snapped, her voice dripping with disgust. “You’re just like your whore of a mother.” That was it. I snapped. I slammed my hand down on the table, finally meeting her eyes with all the anger I’d been holding in. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that. You seduced my father. You took her place. You’re the one who’s a slut.” The slap came faster than I expected, the sting spreading across my cheek, burning hot. I stumbled back, but I didn’t let her see the pain. I just glared at her. “Pack your things! You’ll leave for Ironfang tomorrow. Only there will you learn to repent for your mistakes.” “Any place will be better than this hell,” I yelled back, storming out of the room before I said something worse. I went to my room, slamming the door behind me, my hands shaking from the adrenaline. Ironfang Academy. I’d heard stories about it—stories about Alphas who ruled the place like it was their personal hunting ground. And me? A girl with no wolf, no status, nothing to protect me. But even then, I’d rather face that than stay here, under Liora’s thumb, watching her parade around like she owned everything that should have been my mother’s. The next morning came too quickly. I barely slept, and by the time the sun rose, I had my bag packed and ready. Gareth, the butler, waited by the car, his old face full of that same pity he always had when he looked at me. He’d been with my father for years, long before Liora showed up, and I knew he hated the way things had changed, but there was nothing he could do. “Miss Elowen,” he said softly as I climbed into the back seat, his voice full of caution. “Please…you need to be careful at the academy. The Alphas there…they’re not like the ones here. They’re—” “Dangerous. I know,” I muttered, cutting him off. I’d heard it all before. Alphas at Ironfang were ruthless and aggressive. A place where the strong thrived and the weak were trampled. He didn’t need to remind me of how vulnerable I’d be. He nodded, though his eyes were still worried. “Just keep your scent covered, always. Don’t let anyone get close enough to scent you. And don’t—” I sighed and shoved my earphones in before he could finish, tuning him out. The last thing I needed was another lecture about how I had to be careful, how I had to behave, how I had to hide who I was. I already knew all that. And honestly, I didn’t care. The car rolled through the dense forest, the trees whipping by in a blur of green and shadow as we headed toward Ironfang. The weight of everything pressed down on me, but I shoved it aside. I’d deal with whatever came next when I got there. For now, I was leaving the nightmare I called home behind. The principal’s office smelled like leather and smoke. He sat behind his desk, a tall, gaunt man with sunken eyes and a smirk that made my skin crawl. His fingers tapped against the wood, eyes glinting with amusement as he looked me up and down, like I was some kind of joke. “So, this is the famous Elowen,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you from your mother.” I bit the inside of my cheek. Liora wasn’t my mother, but I wasn’t going to correct him. It wouldn’t matter anyway. “She’s concerned,” he continued, voice dripping with condescension, “that you might repeat some of your…unfortunate behaviors from your last school.” His lips curled. “Try to keep your heat under control this time. No one here wants to clean up after another one of your messes.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but it took everything in me to keep quiet. Impotent. Weak. That’s what they all thought of me. It wasn’t like I wanted any of this, like I had asked to go into heat without even knowing what was happening to my own body. They all made it sound like I was at fault, like I’d purposely caused it. “Here’s the key to your dorm,” he said, tossing a small metal key onto the desk in front of me. I grabbed it without a word, my fingers itching to get out of this office. His smirk widened as I stood up to leave. “Welcome to Ironfang Academy. Try not to embarrass yourself.” I hated him already. The way his eyes lingered on me like I was beneath him. I didn’t need this place, and I definitely didn’t need him watching over me. As soon as I stepped out of the office, I took a breath, but it wasn’t much better outside. The school was massive, bigger than I’d imagined. Towering stone buildings, thick ivy crawling up their sides, and wide courtyards full of students walking around in packs. Everything here felt cold and imposing, like I’d stepped into a fortress instead of a school. The students were just as intimidating. Even the girls looked powerful, their tall frames and sharp eyes reminding me I didn’t belong here. They all moved with confidence, their heads held high as if they owned the place. I kept my head down, trying to stay unnoticed as I made my way toward the dorm. I entered the dorm and saw someone. A girl, taller than me with bright blonde hair and a big grin plastered across her face. “Hey! You must be new!” she chirped, her voice too chipper for a place like this. “Elowen,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice low. I kept my luggage and sat on my bed to get some rest. “I’m Lisa!” she announced, as if I’d asked. “Oh, this is great! I’ve been dying to meet someone new. Most of these people are just…” She waved her hand dismissively. “Well, you’ll see. Anyway, come on! I’ll show you around. You’re lucky we don’t have classes for the next two days. We can chill, eat, and I’ll give you the grand tour after lunch!” I blinked, trying to process her endless energy, but before I could say anything, she was already walking ahead, and I had no choice but to follow. Lisa talked the entire way, about the school, the students, the drama, the boys. I barely listened, my head already throbbing from her chatter. I’d never had friends. Liora made sure of that, always warning me that getting close to anyone would only invite trouble for the pack. And trouble was the last thing I needed. We finally made it to the cafeteria, and Lisa grabbed enough snacks to feed an army. “You haven’t found your mate yet, right?” she asked suddenly, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. I shook my head. “No,” I answered, my voice tight. I didn’t want to talk about it, but I could feel her watching me, waiting for more. “I turned eighteen six months ago, but…nothing.” No mate. No wolf. Nothing but disappointment. Not that I wanted a mate. After everything I saw with my parents, why would I? My father had betrayed my mother, and I had no desire to be bound to someone who might one day turn on me. We were halfway back to the dorm when a commotion broke out in the hallway. Students gathered, whispering and squealing. Lisa stopped, her eyes wide with excitement as she turned to me, bouncing on her toes. “Oh my God, look! It’s him!” I turned, following her gaze, and saw him. The guy who walked through the centre of the crowd like he owned the world. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with messy black hair that fell just above his eyes. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, revealing a well-defined chest, and a silver chain glinted against his skin. Tattoos wound up his arms, intricate designs that somehow made him even more dangerous-looking. He had a dashing smirk, the kind that made girls around him melt, and a cocky stride to match. Behind him followed a small group of boys and girls, all equally striking, but it was clear who the centre of attention was. “That’s Ronan,” Lisa whispered dreamily, nudging me. “Hottie No. 3 of Ironfang. The youngest of the Triplet gang.” I didn’t even know what that meant, and honestly, I didn’t care. Yeah, he was good-looking, but was it really necessary for everyone to be so dramatic about it? I rolled my eyes internally, preparing to move on, when his scent hit me. It was like a wave, crashing over me, freezing me in place. My hands went numb, and the snacks I’d been holding slipped from my fingers, scattering across the floor. A shock coursed through my body, like electricity sparking under my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, and before I could even process what was happening, he stopped. His whole body stiffened, and for a moment, no one moved. Then, slowly, he turned, his dark eyes locking onto mine. There was something in his gaze, something fierce and…hateful. His jaw clenched, and I could see the tension in his frame, like he was fighting against something. For a long moment, neither of us moved. My breath caught in my throat, and then, all at once, a voice I’d never heard before screamed in my head. My wolf. Mate. No. No, no, no. I stared at him, feeling my wolf for the first time as she surged forward inside me. My legs wobbled beneath me, and I could feel the world closing in. His eyes flashed with something dark, and then, just as quickly, they were filled with rage. He looked at me like I was poison. Like I was the last person in the world he ever wanted to see. And in that moment, I couldn’t breathe.Elowen's POV Ranon knelt beside me, ignoring Theron, brushing my hair from my face with a gentle hand, his touch a profound comfort. His gaze was filled with a deep, concerned tenderness. “You alright, El? Any serious damage?” I nodded, breathless, but something inside me was shifting. The anger, the fear, the doubt—it was all coalescing into a sharp, focused determination. “I’m fine. I… I want to go again.” The words were raw, laced with a new kind of hunger. He helped me to my feet, his strong hand supporting my elbow. Then, with his free hand, he drew a symbol on my shoulder with his fingertips—one of the complex, ancient runes from his family, a wolf’s head entwined with a crescent moon. A grounding mark, a protection. His magic seeped into my skin, a warm, resonant hum, and I felt it—his presence, his strength—rooting me like an unshakeable anchor. “Let go, Elowen,” he whispered, his golden eyes holding mine, filled with an unwavering trust. “Let the fire take you. We’ll
Elowen’s POV The training grounds had never looked so alive. Or maybe that was just me. The familiar clearing, usually a simple patch of earth, now pulsed with a vibrant energy, bathed in the sharp morning light. The air shimmered with an almost visible heat, a subtle distortion that spoke of raw power. My own magic swirled just beneath the surface of my skin, restless and eager, pulsing like a second, wild heartbeat in sync with the ancient rhythm of the earth itself. I could feel its pull in my fingertips, a tingling sensation, in the marrow of my bones, a deep resonant hum, and even in the subtle way the wind responded to my breath, swirling around me in gentle eddies. Alaric stood across from me, a formidable silhouette against the rising sun. He was shirtless, his skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, every muscle defined. His swords were strapped to his back, silent witnesses to our ritual. Today wasn’t about weapons, about physical combat, or even about wolf magic. It
Elowen's POV Alaric stepped forward, his expression softening as he reached out and cupped my cheek, his touch reverent, almost trembling. His thumb stroked my skin, as if assuring himself I was real, tangible. “You’ve changed, El. Profoundly. But you came back. You found your way back to us.” His voice was thick with relief and profound affection. “I will always come back to you,” I whispered, meeting his gaze, the words a sacred promise. Ranon, unable to contain himself any longer, pulled me into his arms before I could say anything else, his hug crushing, almost painful in its intensity, but utterly vital. His face buried in my hair, his voice a rough, desperate whisper in my ear. “Don’t ever walk into the fire without us again, Elowen. Don’t ever face such darkness alone. Not again.” “I had to,” I murmured into his broad chest, holding onto him tightly. “But I’m here now. I’m truly here.” Theron, ever the tactician, reached for my hand, holding it gently between his, his
Elowen’s POV I stepped through the mist of the ancient forest just as the first fragile fingers of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and lavender. The air was cool and damp, clinging to my skin, but beneath it, a new heat radiated from within me, a subtle hum of power that had not existed before. The winding, shadowy path that had led me down into the earth, into the heart of my ancestors’ exile, had closed behind me. The coven, the women of the Broken Flame, had faded into memory, their solemn faces and burning eyes etched onto my soul, their ancient chant still echoing faintly in the deepest chambers of my mind. But I wasn’t the same. I was fundamentally, irrevocably changed. Something ancient and wild burned beneath my skin now, a living fire that pulsed with a rhythm alien yet utterly familiar. The symbols, the intricate runes etched onto my arms during the ritual, glowed faintly even in the weak, nascent light of morning, shimmering with an inner luminescence. They pulsed
Elowen's POV The air grew hotter with every step, growing dense and thick, not with oppressive heat, but with a palpable, ancient magic. My skin began to glow faintly, reflecting the vibrant crimson light emanating from the depths, my very cells vibrating in response to the surging energy. The rhythmic thrumming intensified, a deep, resonant hum that seemed to echo from the core of the earth. When I reached the bottom, the staircase dissolving behind me, I found myself in a vast, cavernous chamber. It was lit by an unearthly red glow, pulsating from the very stone. Before me stood a ring of women, cloaked in robes of deep crimson and shadow-black, their forms indistinct in the flickering light. Their eyes, when they turned to me, were like embers—burning, ancient, and filled with a profound sorrow mixed with fierce determination. Each one bore a distinct mark on her throat—a subtle, shimmering scar, like a brand of silence, a testament to a shared suffering. One woman stepped fo
Elowen's POV The Goddess nodded grimly, the images around us intensifying, growing sharper, more painful. “He was no savior, Elowen. No protector. Not for your mother. Not for you. Your mother, blessed with the nascent gifts of your bloodline, believed in him. Gave him her heart. Her magic. Her life.” The scene shifted, becoming a blur of whispered arguments, shadowed figures, and my mother’s increasingly haunted expression. The images twisted again, sickeningly. I saw my mother, younger, vibrant, but now hunched and crying, alone in a torrential storm, clutching her growing belly, the rain plastering her hair to her face. And then—the scene lurched, becoming blindingly clear—my father, laughing, his arm around another woman, standing at an altar bathed in warm, artificial light. He was kissing her. Kissing Liora. The woman who had been my stepmother, the one who had made my life a quiet hell. He was placing a ring on her finger, a symbol of a false life, a grand betrayal. “He left
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