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A hint of genuine wonder touched her tone.

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Alaric's POV

The car hummed along the winding road, the engine a steady, comforting thrum against the backdrop of the wind. Elowen was curled up in the backseat, her feet pulled under her, tucked against her body. Ranon sat beside her, his long arm stretched behind her shoulders, his presence a warm, solid wall against the seat. She hadn’t said much since we left the academy, but her eyes were softer now, less brittle, a tiny bit of the tension having begun to unwind. The wind tangled her hair through the open window, whipping strands around her face, and her fingers tapped absently against her knee in time with the gentle rhythm of the music humming through the speakers.

Theron drove, surprisingly calm at the wheel, his usual intensity muted by the quiet purpose of our escape. He handled the car with effortless grace, navigating the unfamiliar roads with a quiet focus. I sat in the front passenger seat, turned halfway so I could watch her—really watch her. Not with the analytical e
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  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   A hint of genuine wonder touched her tone.

    Alaric's POV The car hummed along the winding road, the engine a steady, comforting thrum against the backdrop of the wind. Elowen was curled up in the backseat, her feet pulled under her, tucked against her body. Ranon sat beside her, his long arm stretched behind her shoulders, his presence a warm, solid wall against the seat. She hadn’t said much since we left the academy, but her eyes were softer now, less brittle, a tiny bit of the tension having begun to unwind. The wind tangled her hair through the open window, whipping strands around her face, and her fingers tapped absently against her knee in time with the gentle rhythm of the music humming through the speakers. Theron drove, surprisingly calm at the wheel, his usual intensity muted by the quiet purpose of our escape. He handled the car with effortless grace, navigating the unfamiliar roads with a quiet focus. I sat in the front passenger seat, turned halfway so I could watch her—really watch her. Not with the analytical e

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Just us. And the open road.

    Alaric's POV Later that day I found her standing near the window in the east corridor, her shoulders stiff, hunched, hands clenched so tightly around the edges of her sweater sleeves that her knuckles were white. The morning sunlight poured in through the tall arched window, warm and golden, catching in the luminous strands of her hair, making it shimmer like spun moonlight. But she didn’t seem to notice its warmth, or its beauty. Her gaze was distant, fixed on something unseen, far beyond the glass. She looked… far away. Like she was watching a memory play out through a pane of frosted glass, trapped behind it. My gut twisted, a familiar, uncomfortable knot of concern. We hadn’t had a truly quiet moment since that night in the clearing, since the Moon Goddess had graced her with her presence and the sheer, raw power had burst forth. Not really. Not with her magic spiking randomly, flaring in unpredictable bursts, or Caelum skulking like a perpetual stormcloud on the horizon, his w

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Show us what you’ve got.

    Elowen’s POV The morning mist curled around our ankles as we moved silently through the trees, ghostly tendrils clinging to the damp earth. The cold air was sharp with dew, biting at my exposed skin, but it was a welcome sensation, grounding me in the present. The forest was hushed, holding its breath, the pre-dawn quiet broken only by the soft crunch of our footsteps on fallen leaves and the distant, almost imperceptible chirping of a waking bird. Ranon walked beside me, his presence a warm, solid anchor. His injured hand, still carefully wrapped in clean white bandages, was held slightly away from his body, but his eyes were sharp, alert, scanning the shadows, missing nothing. Alaric, ever the scout, had moved ahead, a fleeting shadow among the deeper gloom of the ancient oaks. He had found the perfect clearing for us—an isolated patch of soft earth and shadow, a natural amphitheater shielded from prying academy eyes by thick layers of magic, complex wards the triplets had painsta

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   My journey had truly, powerfully, begun.

    Elowen's POV Later That Night, after the rooftop conversation, after the last lingering goodnights, I curled up in bed, nestled between Ranon and Alaric, with Theron a comforting presence behind me. Despite their closeness, despite the steady rhythm of their breathing, sleep remained elusive for them. They were awake, I knew, their senses finely attuned to my own restless energy, their minds likely replaying the incredible revelations of the evening. The grimoire Vale had given me lay open on my pillow, glowing faintly under the direct, watchful gaze of the full moonlight streaming through the large windows. The pages were delicate, thin as onion skin, crackling softly as I turned them. They were inscribed in a flowing script, a language so ancient it felt like a melody rather than words, in silver ink that shimmered like stardust. The illustrations were intricate, depicting cosmic events, mythical creatures, and powerful, ethereal figures. My fingers traced the lines of the scr

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   I need to tell you something.

    Elowen’s POV The rooftop was quiet, a stark, profound silence that seemed to amplify the gentle whisper of the night wind. The stars shimmered above, countless diamonds scattered across an inky velvet canvas, so bright and numerous it felt as if the Moon herself was listening, her watchful gaze a tangible presence in the sky. Below, the sprawling academy grounds were bathed in shadow, lights twinkling like distant fireflies. I sat on the edge of the low stone railing, my bare feet dangling slightly over the edge, feeling the cool, rough texture of the stone beneath my palms. The grimoire Vale had given me, ancient and heavy, rested in my hands, its leather cover subtly warm, almost alive. But my heart felt heavier still, burdened by the weight of the truths revealed, the destiny laid bare. The triplets stood near, a solid, comforting presence just a few feet away, their collective gaze fixed on me—concerned, curious, fiercely protective. Their usual post-dinner banter was conspicu

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate    Why didn’t you say anything sooner?

    Elowen's POV “So this is… fate?” I whispered, the word feeling both grand and terrifying. “Yes,” Vale said, his gaze distant, as if seeing the threads of destiny stretching out before him. “But it’s also dangerous. Terribly dangerous. The Moonline witches weren’t just revered, Elowen. They were feared. Feared by kings, by other magical beings, even by the most powerful alphas. Because their magic couldn’t be controlled by anyone but themselves. It was pure, raw, and utterly defiant. And because it could rival—defy—the alphas themselves. Their power could reshape landscapes, command elements, and bring even the most powerful creatures to their knees.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Are you saying I’m stronger than the alphas?” The thought was staggering, almost inconceivable. My alphas. The three powerful beings who had vowed to protect me, who embodied strength and dominance. “I’m saying you will be,” he answered, his voice firm, unwavering. “In time. If you survive

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