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?
Lihat lebih banyak“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.Alaric’s POV My fists were still trembling, the residual adrenaline of the confrontation coursing through my veins. I could feel the dull throb of the scrape on my knuckles from where they’d connected with Lysander’s arrogant jaw—a sharp, satisfying impact that had barely scratched the surface of the consuming fury that still burned within me. How dare he touch her? How dare he look at her with that possessive glint in his eyes, as if she were some prize to be won, something to conquer? The possessive rage was a living thing inside me, a primal fire threatening to consume me whole. My wolf was clawing just beneath the surface, snarling and restless, demanding blood. Demanding retribution. Demanding justice for the blatant disrespect. But beneath the burning rage, a flicker of something colder, more unsettling, remained. She’d looked… scared. Not of him. Of me. I replayed the chaotic scene over and over in my mind as I stormed down the deserted corridor, the air around me prac
Elowen’s POV Next morning the academy's cafeteria hummed with the chaotic symphony of midday: the incessant clatter of ceramic trays against metal surfaces, the low murmur of countless conversations weaving together, punctuated by the occasional burst of unrestrained laughter erupting from various clusters of students. I had sought refuge at a secluded table near the far wall, a steaming cup of lukewarm tea clutched in my hands, my thoughts adrift somewhere between the intricate strategies discussed in Professor Vance’s tactics lecture and the stolen, breathless intimacy of our rooftop rendezvous. The triplets were currently immersed in mandatory combat training, a rigorous session reserved for high-ranking shifters, and I had deliberately chosen this quieter hour to slip away, craving a moment of solitary contemplation. For once, the relentless demands of academy life seemed to recede, leaving a fragile semblance of peace in its wake. That fleeting tranquility shattered the moment
Elowen’s POV Before I could even form a coherent response, he captured my lips with a fierce, possessive hunger, his hands moving with a renewed urgency, exploring every inch of exposed skin with a desperate need. The lingering tension from our sparring match dissolved into a raw, primal desire that mirrored my own burgeoning need. His knee nudged my legs apart with a subtle command, and he settled his weight more fully against me, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against the slick heat gathering between my thighs. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body arching instinctively into his, a silent plea for connection. I needed him, wanted him, with a ferocity that eclipsed anything I had ever felt before. With a low, guttural groan that rumbled deep in his chest, he entered me, filling me completely. His pace was slow, deliberate, each thrust a measured exploration, the rhythm designed to stoke the already blazing fires within me until they burned hotter than the midda
Elowen's POV “I love this version of you, Ranon,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “The one that’s not afraid to want me, to claim me.” He looked down at me, his amber eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive light. “Then I’ll show you all of me, Elowen. Every single part.” His gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there for a breathless moment before returning to my eyes, filled with a raw intensity that made my heart pound. He shifted, his weight pressing more fully against me, the hard planes of his body a stark reminder of his strength, his possessiveness. “You feel it too, don’t you, Elowen?” he murmured, his voice thick with a desire that mirrored my own burgeoning need. “This… connection between us. It’s different. Fiercer.” I nodded, unable to articulate the complex emotions swirling within me. The bond I shared with all three of them was unique, a tapestry woven with different threads of affection, passion, and unwavering loyalty. But there was a raw, untamed in
Elowen’s POVThe sun, a molten orb sinking towards the horizon, cast long, dramatic shadows across the secluded sparring field nestled behind the ancient stone walls of the academy. Golden rays, thick and warm, bled across the soft, yielding grass, painting the familiar landscape in hues of amber and rose. The other students, their energy spent after the rigorous combat class, had long since scattered back to the relative comfort of their quarters, but I had lingered, my body still thrumming with the residual adrenaline of earlier matches, and my heart… still a tangled mess of conflicting emotions that the physical exertion hadn’t quite managed to unravel.“I knew you’d wait.”The deep, familiar timbre of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly.Ranon stepped out of the long shadows cast by the ancient oak trees bordering the training ground, his presence as always both silent and undeniably solid. His dark training shirt clung to the sculpted lines of his torso, damp w
Elowen’s POVThe echoing halls of the academy pulsed with the raw, untamed energy of morning, a palpable hum of anticipation and nervous excitement as students streamed towards their respective classrooms. Today was combat day, a stark reminder of the volatile world we inhabited, where grudges often manifested as bruises and the subtle dance of flirtation could ignite into something far more dangerous, far more real. The sharp, metallic scent of steel mingled with the faint, musky tang of sweat already permeating the air, a sensory cocktail that spoke of both discipline and potential violence.I walked with a deliberate stride between Alaric and Theron, their presence a comforting, possessive shield against the curious and often hostile gazes that followed me like persistent shadows. Ranon trailed a step behind, his movements fluid and silent, a dark, watchful presence that lingered even when he didn’t utter a single word. The other students parted as we moved through the crowded corr
Elowen’s POVSunlight, a gentle intruder, seeped through the delicate weave of the sheer curtains, painting intricate golden patterns across the rumpled expanse of the bed. I stirred slowly, my muscles pleasantly relaxed, the lingering warmth of three strong, possessive bodies anchoring me to the soft, yielding mattress like invisible tethers.I was cocooned in a comforting heat – Ranon’s muscular arm slung possessively across my waist, his fingers splayed against the curve of my stomach, a silent claim even in sleep. Behind me, I could hear the soft, even rhythm of Alaric’s breathing, a deep, reassuring sound that filled the quiet room. Theron, ever the early riser, wasn’t physically touching me at the moment, but his lingering scent, a heady blend of spice and something uniquely his own, still clung to the sheets and pillows, a potent reminder of the passionate hours we had shared. I could still feel the phantom warmth of his demanding kisses from the night before, the way his touch
Elowen's POV His grip tightened, and his hips bucked forward, hitting the back of my throat, and I moaned, the sensation a delightful mix of pleasure and pain. Alaric shifted forward, his lips closing around the nipple that Theron had been neglecting, his fingers teasing the other. Theron kissed my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and his hands slid across the front of my panties, gently rubbing, the pressure eliciting a new wave of desire. Then Ranon tightened his grip on my hair, and the world blurred, his cock hitting the back of my throat, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure straight to the aching apex of my thighs. I moaned, a sound he clearly felt, and a string of curses fell from his lips, his hips thrusting more forcefully, hitting the back of my throat again and again, the sensation pushing me closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building between my thighs. A familiar hand cupped the front of my panties, and a second later Theron ripped
Elowen's POV “I want to mark you, Elowen,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Not just with a bite, a physical claim. I want the world to know, unequivocally, that you are ours. That you belong to us, body and soul.” My heart raced, a thrill mixed with a sense of profound belonging coursing through me. “Then… show me, Ranon.” He captured my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue seeking entry, exploring the warm cavern of my mouth with a gentle insistence. Then a second pair of hands slid across my chest, his thumbs finding the sensitive skin beneath the swell of my breasts, and my breath hitched. Theron. His fingers gently lifted my shirt, a low, approving growl sounding from his chest when he saw the black lace of my bra. Then he pushed the fabric further, his calloused fingers finding the taut peaks of my nipples and tweaking, eliciting a low moan from my throat. My senses were overloading, every nerve ending coming alive, the intoxicating scent of sa
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