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 banyakHuminga ng malalim si Kate bago siya pumasok sa malaking bahay kung saan siya nakatira. This place was her home for the past seven years of her life buhat nung ikasal siya kay Aiden Buenavista.
Kakagaling lang niya sa probinsya dahil dinalaw niya ang kanyang Lola Bien na may sakit at nanatili siya doon ng dalawang buwan dahil gusto niyang makasama ang kanyang lola.
Hindi na niya isinama si Pauleen dahil maiinip lang ito doon at hindi naman ito sanay sa buhay probinsya. Oo nga at hacienda ang lugar kung saan nandoon ang kabuhayan ng mga Hidalgo pero natitiyak niyang hindi ito magugustuhan ng kanyang anak kaya naman inihabilin niya muna ito kay Manang Siony
“Nandyan ka na pala!” sabi ni Manang Siony saka nito kinuha ang mga gamit niya
“Kamusta po kayo dito Manang?” tanong ni Kate at ngumiti naman ito
“Ayos lang kami dito, iha! Kung may problema naman, itatawag ko agad sa iyo!” sabi pa niya kay Kate
“Si Aiden po, umuuwi naman ba?”
Tumango naman si Manang kaya napanatag naman si Kate na may nakakasama si Pauleen habang wala siya dito ng dalawang buwan
“Nasaan po si Pauleen?” tanong niyang muli dahil miss na niya ang kanyang anak
“Nasa kwarto niya, iha!”
Mabait si Manang Siony at hindi naman lingid sa kaalaman niya ang kalagayan ng mag-asawa. Bagong kasal pa lang sila noon ay siya na ang kasama nila dito kaya naman nakikita niya kung ano ang pinagdadaanan ni Kate sa araw-araw.
Palagi na lang siyang pinapayuhan nito na balang araw, makikita din ni Aiden ang halaga niya. And she will just smile kahit pa wala na siyang nakakapang pag-asa sa puso niya na maayos pa silang mag-asawa.
Siguro, pagod na din siyang umasa.
“Pupuntahan ko lang po si Pauleen.” sa wakas ay sabi ni Kate saka siya pumihit para umakyat sa hagdan at puntahan ang kanyang anak
Kumatok siya sa pinto at nung nagsalita ang anak niya ay pinihit niya ang seradura at pumasok na siya sa pinto.
“Pauleen, Mommy’s here!” aniya pero nilingon lang siya ng kanyang anak at bumalik muli sa kanyang ginagawa
Halos mapaiyak na si Kate sa nakikita niya sa kanyang anak! Maaring matiis niya ang hindi magandang pagtrato sa kanya ni Aiden pero ang makita ang anak niya na lumalaking katulad ng kanyang ama, is way too much for her.
Pero anak niya si Pauleen at hindi niya ito pwedeng sukuan kaya naman nilapitan niya ito at niyakap mula sa kanya likuran.
“Ano ba ang pinagkakaabalahan mo?” tanong niya dito
Nakita niya na gumagawa si Pauleen ng bracelet na yari sa shells kaya naman napangiti siya dahil nakikita niya ang artistic side ng bata. Bagay na nakuha nito sa kanya.
“I am making a bracelet! Regalo po namin ito ni Daddy kay Tita Charlene!” masayang sabi ni Pauleen at halos hindi nakahinga si Kate sa sinabi ng kanyang anak
“Binili po ni Daddy ang materials nito abroad, Mommy! Pero may ibang gift din po yata si Daddy kay Tita para sa birthday niya. Excited na po akong ibigay kito sa kanya.”
Huminga ng malalim si Kate at pinigilan niya ang luhang nagbabadyang pumatak sa kanyang mga mata.
Sa edad ni Pauleen na anim, hindi man lang ito gumawa ng anything special for her kahit pa alam nito na birthday niya. There was no celebration kaya naman twing birthday niya, umuuwi na lang sila ni Pauleen sa bahay ng parents niya.
And in those seven years, never na nagpunta si Aiden sa birthday celebration niya. He must really hate her birthday!
“Ganun ba? I am sure, magugustuhan ni Tita Charlene ang regalo mo.” napatingin sa kanya si Pauleen at pumikit-pikit siya para hindi malaglag ang mga luha sa harap ng anak niya
“Okay ka lang, Mommy? Bakit parang sad ka?” tanong nito sa kanya
“Hindi baby! Masaya nga ako kasi nakauwi na ako dahil na-miss kita! Ikaw, na-miss mo ba si Mommy?” tanong niya sa anak niya
“Mmm….sige na Mommy, I have to finish this! Iwan niyo na po ako!” napangiti si Kate ng mapait dahil sa nakikita niya, ni hindi man lang hinanap ng anak niya ang kanyang presensya
“Okay anak! Maliligo lang si Mommy!” paalam niya pero hindi na siya sinagot ng bata dahil nagpatuloy na siya sa paggawa ng bracelet
Ano kaya ang regalo ni Aiden kay Charlene? Hindi niya mapigilang maghinanakit dahil sa tagal nilang mag-asawa, hindi siya nakatanggap ng kahit ano mula dito. Aiden supports the needs of the house pero ang personal na gastos niya ay galing sa sariling kita niya bilang sekretarya ng kanyang father in law sa kumpanya ng mga Buenavista.
Ayaw ni Aiden na magtrabaho siya pero dahil kagustuhan iyon ng kanyang biyenan, at bilang presidente pa rin siya ng kumpanya, walang nagawa si Aiden kaya naman sinabihan siya nito na hindi siya bibigyan ng pera for her personal needs dahil may pera naman siyang kinikita.
At isa yun sa maraming bagay na sinabi at ginawa ni Aiden sa kanya na nagpababa ng kumpyansa niya bilang tao at bilang babae.
Kilala siya bilang asawa ni Aiden sa kumpanya ng mga Buenavista pero wala siyang nakukuhang paggalang mula sa mga tao dito. Siguro kasi, naniniwala sila sa isang bagay na ibinibintang sa kanya ni Aiden kahit na hindi naman iyon totoo.
Taliwas kay Aiden at sa kapatid niyang si Gianna na palagi siyang pinagsasalitaan, mabait sa kanya ang mga magulang ni Aiden. Lalo na si Madam Armida, ang lola ni Aiden.
Nathan, her brother in law, ay normal lang naman. They are of the same age at hindi siya pinakitaan nito ng kagaspangan ng ugali.
Bata pa lang siya, magiliw na sa kanya ang Lola ni Aiden. Madalas siyang isama ng kanyang Daddy sa tahanan ng mga Buenavista at naging kalaro pa nga niya doon si Gianna at si Nathan. Nakakalungkot nga lang na wala na ang Daddy niya dahil kung buhay pa ito, hindi nito hahayaang masaktan siya.
Ang Mommy naman niya, iniwan ang kanyang Daddy noon tatlong gulang palang siya kaya naman ang Lola niya ang nagpalaki sa kanya.
Pagpasok niya sa kwarto ay agad siyang naligo dahil gusto na din niyang magpahinga. Pagod na din siya sa biyahe lalo at nag-commute lang naman siya paluwas ng siyudad.
After her bath ay tinuyo na niya ang kanyang buhok para makatulog na din siya hanggang sa maalala niyang tawagan si Aiden para ipaalam na nakabalik na siya.
Kahit pa alam niyang wala naman itong pakialam, she still made that call at matagal bago ito sagutin ng kanyang asawa.
“What!?” hindi na nagulat si Kate dahil sanay na siya na ganito ang pakikitungo sa kanya ng lalaking minahal niya eversince she was a teenager
Simpleng crush, puppy love hanggang sa nauwi sa one great love. Kaya nga masaya siya noong ipakasal sila ng kanilang mga magulang at kahit pa alam niyang abot-langit ang galit ni Aiden sa kanya, she still took the chance dahil umasa siya na mapapalambot din niya ang puso ng kanyang asawa.
“Nakabalik na ako.” maiksing saad ni Kate pero tahimik lang naman ang kabilang linya hanggang sa marinig niya ang isang tinig
“Aiden darling, c’mon! The water in the tub is ready!”
And then, naputol na ang linya.
Elowen's POV The sprawling meadow behind the packhouse was in full, glorious bloom, a vibrant, living canvas stretching to meet the horizon. It was a wild ocean of soft lavender swaying gently in the moonlit breeze, dotted with the sun-kissed faces of daisies and the delicate chime of tiny bellflowers. The night was warm, thick with the lingering heat of a long, sun-drenched day, now steeped in that golden hush that only came with the deepest hours of summer. Fireflies, tiny living jewels, danced in slow, mesmerizing spirals through the tall grass, their ephemeral glow flickering like whispered magic, mirroring the silent, ancient pulse of the earth. Above, the stars shimmered—endless, eternal, stretched across the indigo canvas of the sky like a blanket of scattered diamonds, each one a tiny world of light. It was one of those rare, perfect nights when everything felt exquisitely still—when the very air seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself was savoring the profound qui
Elowen's POV The next morning, the grand packhouse, usually a bastion of calm and order, buzzed like a disturbed hive. A palpable tremor of unease, mingled with a surging tide of fervent curiosity, rippled through the gathered members. The word had spread faster than wildfire, carried on the invisible currents of pack telepathy and hushed whispers. Some claimed to have caught the impossible golden light through the upper windows of the nursery, a beacon of otherworldly power. Others swore they had felt a subtle tremor in the very air—like a soft, resonant thunder without a storm, a deep hum that resonated in their bones. But one thing was certain, undeniable, and spoken of in hushed, awe-filled tones: the Luna’s daughter, barely three months old, had done something no newborn of their kind ever had. She had glowed. “Elowen?” Mira, the head omega, a woman of gentle wisdom and quiet authority, approached me cautiously in the bustling hallway. I was rocking Lyra in my arms, attempting
Elowen's POV It began as a deceptively peaceful evening, one that lulled the senses into a false sense of ordinary tranquility. The persistent rain of the afternoon had finally come and gone, leaving behind a crisp, clean scent of wet earth mingling with the sweet perfume of blooming petals from the rain-kissed gardens. The packhouse, usually a bustling hub of activity and conversation, was unusually quiet—almost too quiet, a hushed anticipation hanging in the air. The only sound breaking the serene stillness was the soft, contented cooing of Lyra from her cradle, nestled by the dancing flames of the nursery hearth. I had just stepped out of the nursery, intending to retrieve a fresh cup of chamomile tea, having asked one of the gentle omegas, Elara, to keep a watchful eye on Lyra while I was gone for mere minutes. Ranon, ever the diligent Alpha, was in the training yard, his powerful form likely cutting through the lingering dampness of the air. Alaric, the meticulous strategist,
Elowen's POV The ancient stone manor had never felt more alive. It wasn't because of the increased number of formidable guards now stationed at every entrance, their presence a silent, unwavering promise of protection. It wasn't even because of the blooming gardens that had seemingly burst into vibrant, impossible life since Lyra’s birth, as if infused with a new, potent magic. No, the true transformation, the undeniable vibrancy that now hummed through every stone, every beam, every shadowed corridor of the packhouse, was the sound of laughter—deep, unfiltered, joyous peals that echoed from dawn till dusk. And it all, unequivocally, came from her. Lyra. She was three months old now, a miraculous miniature of our combined love. Her cheeks were soft and plump, dimpling with every giggle. Her lashes, impossibly long and dark, curled delicately over her luminous eyes. And her laugh… gods, her laugh… it was a pure, melodic sound that could halt even the fiercest Alpha mid-command, disa
Elowen's POV The moon, a luminous disc of pearl, hung low in the velvet sky, casting long, ethereal silver shadows that danced and shifted across the bedroom walls. The only sound in the vast, quiet room was the soft, comforting crackle of the hearth fire, its flames a warm, flickering counterpoint to the cool moonlight. That, and the gentle, impossibly soft breaths of our daughter, a tiny symphony of new life. Lyra lay nestled in a small, exquisitely carved cradle beside our grand bed, a delicate masterpiece of dark wood and soft, organic cotton. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a perfect rhythm that seemed to orchestrate the entire room. Her little fingers, miniature and perfect, twitched in her sleep, curled instinctively around the edge of a pale blanket, hand-stitched with intricate patterns of golden thread that shimmered faintly in the dim light. I sat propped against the headboard, my legs curled to one side, tucked comfortably beneath me. My soft, w
Elowen's POV The morning sun, a benevolent cascade of light, poured through the towering stained-glass windows of the Great Hall, painting the ancient stone floor in a breathtaking mosaic of vibrant colors—shards of ruby red, sapphire blue, and molten gold. The grand hearth, at the far end of the hall, blazed with a comforting roar, casting a warm, flickering glow across the vast room as the pack gathered in hushed, expectant waves. Whispers, soft as the rustle of autumn leaves, filled the air. A palpable sense of anticipation hummed beneath the surface, mingling with quiet joy and respectful curiosity. But overriding it all was an undeniable current of reverence, a deep, shared acknowledgment of the sacred moment unfolding. At the very center of the hall, bathed in a pool of multi-colored light, I sat on a raised platform, meticulously cushioned with layers of opulent silks and soft, inviting furs. My body still ached, a deep, persistent throb from the monumental effort of labor,
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