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The Triplet's Bullied Mate You’re asking me to be bait. Again!
Elowen’s POVThe air inside the mansion was thick with tension, but it wasn’t the same as before. This was different. Darker.Theron stood by the window, staring out into the storm as if expecting another attack. Ranon was seated on the arm of the leather couch, silent but alert. And Alaric…Alaric hadn’t let go of my hand since I told them the truth.It had been their uncle—not their father—who had sent those rogues after me.The man who had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to seize power after I had destroyed their father’s kingdom.“He won’t stop,” I said, my voice steady despite the weight of my exhaustion. “He wants what your father wanted—my blood.”Alaric’s grip on me tightened. “Then we’ll end him.”“It’s not that simple,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as I pushed myself up. My body still ached from the fight, but I couldn’t sit still. “Your uncle isn’t just any Alpha. He’s been planning this for years, maybe even longer than your father.”Theron exhaled
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate How far was I willing to go to destroy his family?
Elowen’s POV The grand mansion felt colder than usual. The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled before a storm. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, as if echoing the battle that was brewing inside my mind.I stood by the fireplace, watching the flames dance, the embers flickering like dying stars. My thoughts were restless, tangled with strategies and dangers. I knew what we had to do. I knew the risk.But knowing didn’t make it easier.Footsteps approached behind me—steady, purposeful. I didn’t need to turn around. I could feel him.“You’re thinking too much.”Alaric’s deep voice was softer than usual, but there was an edge to it, a tightness that told me he was just as unsettled as I was.“I have to think,” I murmured, still watching the fire. “Your uncle isn’t like your father. He won’t be reckless.”“He’ll be ruthless,” Alaric corrected, stepping closer until his body heat curled around me.I turned slightly, meeting his stormy blue gaze. The firelight refl
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate His lips crashed into mine, hungry, claiming.
Elowen’s POV The air inside the mansion was thick with tension. Though everyone tried to act normal, there was an unspoken understanding—this was the calm before the storm.After agreeing to stay with them, I found myself in Alaric’s massive bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls. It smelled like cedarwood and something distinctly him.I shifted uncomfortably near the edge of the bed. “This is ridiculous. I could’ve stayed in my own room.”Alaric, who had been leaning against the doorway, arched a brow. “And risk you sneaking off to handle things yourself? Not happening.”Before I could argue, Ranon flopped onto the bed with an exaggerated groan, stretching out like he owned the place. “I call dibs on the left side.”I blinked at him. “What are you doing?”Ranon smirked. “Getting comfortable, obviously.”Theron, standing near the window with his arms crossed, let out a low sigh. “We said we’d stay together. That means we’re all here
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Triplet's Bullied Mate Come for me, little witch.
Elowen's POV My back hit the bed, my legs dangling over the side. The guys followed, their weight pinning me to the mattress. I gasped, my nails digging into Theron's back, as his teeth grazed the side of my neck. "You're going to regret this, little witch," he purred. "Regret ever denying us." A shiver rolled down my spine at his words. "You're ours," Ranon whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "And we're never letting you go." "Never," Alaric growled, his fingers tightening around my hips. My body was on fire, my mind clouded by desire. "Touch me," I whispered, arching my back. "Please." Alaric's grip tightened as he pushed the hem of my dress higher, his thumb grazing my inner thigh. Theron's lips moved down, tracing the curve of my collarbone. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, his teeth nipping. Heat pooled in my core. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his lips trailing lower. "I want to see how sweet you are." My head fell back as his fingers dipped b
Last Updated : 2025-03-21The Triplet's Bullied Mate And we're just getting started.
Elowen's POV My heart thudded in my chest, anticipation curling through me. Ranon's gaze swept over me, his lips curving into a smirk. "Now, let's see if you taste as good as you smell." I arched a brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" He leaned in, his breath fanning over my skin. "You have no idea what you do to us." To him. My breathing hitched. "Show me." He laughed, his hands sliding up my sides. "Gladly." His fingers dipped between my thighs, stroking my clit. My eyes closed, pleasure rippling through me. "So wet," he purred. "Just the way I like it." I gasped as his teeth scraped my earlobe, his thumb swirling around my sensitive flesh. "Tell me, little witch," he whispered. "How badly do you want me?" "So badly," I breathed. "Show me," he demanded, his fingers circling faster. I reached for him, my hand trailing down his chest, his stomach. His muscles flexed under my touch, his body tensing as I slid my hand beneath his waistband. He hissed out a
Last Updated : 2025-03-22The Triplet's Bullied Mate Breakfast had never been this dangerous before.
Elowen’s POVThe room was heavy with the aftermath of something I couldn’t quite name. The air was thick, almost suffocating, carrying the scent of sweat, desire, and something darker—something that felt like inevitability. My skin still burned where their hands had been, my lips tender from their kisses. I lay between them, my body pressed against Alaric’s warmth, his arm draped possessively over my waist. Ranon’s fingers traced idle patterns on my arm, his touch light but deliberate, as if he were memorizing the feel of my skin. Theron, ever the brooding enigma, sat at the edge of the bed, his back rigid, his breathing uneven. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.Reality crashed over me like a tidal wave, cold and unrelenting.What have I done?This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to want them. I wasn’t supposed to let them in. This was supposed to be about revenge, about making them feel the pain they had caused me. But somewhere along the way,
Last Updated : 2025-03-23The Triplet's Bullied Mate Don’t keep him waiting, little witch!!!
Elowen’s POV I gripped my fork tighter, trying to ignore the way the air had thickened around us. The way they were looking at me. Like I was theirs. Like last night had changed everything.I hated how easily they unraveled me.I hated that a part of me didn’t want to fight it.I cleared my throat, forcing my focus back on my plate. “So, what’s the plan now?”Alaric was the first to respond. “We find our uncle. We end this before he comes for you again.”My stomach twisted. Their uncle—the same bastard who had sent those rogues after me. The one who wanted my witch blood for his own twisted reasons.Theron leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “He won’t stop, Elowen. He sees you as a threat.”Ranon smirked, but there was nothing amused about it. “And he’s right.”I clenched my jaw. “Then we don’t wait. We take the fight to him.”Alaric studied me for a moment before nodding. “Agreed.”Theron crossed his arms, his gaze flicking over me. “But that means you’re staying with us.”I stiffened.
Last Updated : 2025-03-24The Triplet's Bullied Mate I love watching you lose control, brother.
Elowen’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating.After my encounter with Ranon on the balcony, I had barely taken a step inside before Theron closed the distance between us. His presence was overwhelming, his golden eyes filled with something unreadable.Something dangerous."You shouldn't let Ranon get too close," Theron murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.I tilted my chin up defiantly. "And why not? Afraid he’ll steal me away?"A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I don’t need to be afraid of something that won’t happen."I scoffed, stepping around him, but he caught my wrist, stopping me. His grip was firm yet careful, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to hold on or let go."Let me go, Theron," I said, but my voice betrayed me, coming out softer than I intended.His fingers loosened, but he didn’t release me completely. Instead, he tugged me just enough that I stumbled slightly—right into his chest.I inhaled sharply.His scent wrapped around me, intoxicating, maddening."You
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The Triplet's Bullied Mate How dare he touch her?
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate You don’t talk with your hands on someone else’s mate.
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate “You know what I mean, don’t you, Ranon?
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate This… connection between us. It’s different. Fiercer.
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate I love this version of you, Ranon.
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Tempting offer, little witch. Very tempting indeed.
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate If it is, I officially vote we cancel it.
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate And without hesitation, he filled me, his length stretching the aching walls, hitting the spot Ranon had barely grazed..
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Ranon gently guided my hands upwards, a wordless demand that I obey....
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
