Elowen's POV I hesitated. Not because I was afraid, but because I hadn’t expected him to make a move. Theron wasn’t like Alaric. He wasn’t impulsive, didn’t let his emotions slip so easily. Yet here he was, standing before me, his hand extended, his expression unreadable. The tension in the ballroom was suffocating. Alaric was seething, his body practically vibrating with fury. His wolf was barely contained, his golden eyes glowing with raw possessiveness. Ranon, on the other hand, looked amused. As if he had expected this. As if he knew what kind of chaos I was about to step into. And Theron? He was waiting. Patient. Calculating. But the way his fingers flexed ever so slightly told me he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed. Interesting. I exhaled slowly, then placed my hand in his. His fingers wrapped around mine—firm, controlled, possessive in a way that sent a strange thrill through me. Without another word, he pulled me onto the dance floor. The music started again, sof
Elowen’s POV Alaric’s grip on my wrist was unrelenting, his body radiating fury as he dragged me through the ballroom. His wolf was raging, clawing at his control, barely restrained. But before we could take another step— Theron moved.One second, he was standing behind us, watching with his usual detached amusement. The next— He had me in his arms. Alaric barely had time to react before Theron’s hand slid behind my neck, his grip firm, dominant, undeniable.And then— He kissed me.In front of everyone.The world stopped the moment Theron’s lips crashed against mine.The heat of his body, the firm grip of his hand behind my neck—it was commanding, possessive, undeniable. He kissed me not like a lover but like a conqueror, like a king taking what he already considered his.Gasps rippled through the ballroom, the soft hum of music forgotten beneath the weight of shock.I barely registered them.Because all I could feel was Alaric.His rage.His wolf snapping at the edges of
Elowen’s POV The classroom was silent except for the monotonous droning of the professor’s lecture. I wasn’t listening. My mind was elsewhere—on Alaric, Ranon, and Theron.A week had passed since the dance, since Theron had kissed me in front of everyone and set the world on fire. A week since Alaric and Ranon had lost their minds over it.They had been watching me ever since.Alaric had grown possessive. Ranon had grown volatile. And Theron? He was still taunting them both, his amusement never fading.It was a game. And I was winning.Until—"Elowen Callister, report to the principal’s office immediately."The room froze.Heads turned. Whispers spread. My heart skipped a beat."What the hell?"The professor gave me a sharp look. "You’re excused."I swallowed my annoyance and stood, every pair of eyes in the room following me as I left.I had a bad feeling about this.The Principal’s OfficeThe moment I stepped inside, I was met with cold, judgmental eyes.Principal sat behind his g
Elowen’s POV "You are a disgrace, Miss Stormwood." His words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike. I narrowed my eyes, refusing to flinch. "Care to explain what exactly I’ve done?" The principal leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished wooden desk. His gaze burned with contempt. "You know exactly what you’ve done," he spat. "Seducing my sons—all three of them?" His nostrils flared. "You’ve been nothing but a temptress, causing chaos and distraction in this academy." His sons. I clenched my jaw. Alaric. Ranon. Theron. The triplets. I almost laughed. Was that what they were telling him? That I had somehow lured them into my web, like some wicked siren? "That’s quite an accusation," I mused, tilting my head. "You’re saying your sons—three powerful, fully grown alphas—are so weak-willed that they fell for a single girl’s charms?" His fist slammed against the desk. "Watch your tongue!" he snapped. "I will not tolerate your disrespect." Disrespect? He was t
Elowen’s POV Alaric walked away without another word, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed, how his fists stayed clenched at his sides like he was barely holding himself together. It thrilled me. He was falling—and the best part? He didn’t even realize it. I let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through my hair before turning toward the classroom. I knew the second I walked in, whispers would start. The rumors were already spreading. "The principal called her in." "Did she really seduce all three Blackwood brothers?" "She’s playing them." "What kind of spell does she have on them?" I could hear them before I even entered. Perfect. I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and walked in like I owned the place. Every pair of eyes snapped to me. Lisa was the first to sneer. "Finally finished playing the victim?" she mocked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair. "Or did you cry to Alaric until he saved you?" I smirked, tilting my head. "Jealous?" Her face flushed with an
Ranon’s POV I watched her walk away, her scent still clinging to my skin like a fucking brand. She thought she was in control. Thought she could play me like she was playing the others. And maybe she could. Maybe I was letting her. But there was one thing she didn’t understand. She was mine. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and hungry. He wanted to chase, to take what already belonged to us. "She’s testing us," my wolf snarled. "Let her play. It won’t change what’s already decided." He was right. I wasn’t worried. Not about Alaric. Not about Theron. They were already falling apart for her. But me? I wasn’t going to break. I was going to make her see. That no matter how much she toyed with us… No matter how many games she played… In the end, she would end up in my arms. Because there was no running from this. From me. The academy hallways were dimly lit, the usual noise replaced by a soft hush. Most students were in their dorms, but
Ranon’s POV The road stretched ahead, dark and endless, but my thoughts were fixed on her. Elowen sat beside me, her smirk lingering like she had just won some silent battle. Maybe she had. I hated how much power she had over me. I hated it even more that she knew it. The car was silent except for the low hum of the radio. I could feel her gaze on me, burning into my skin, waiting for me to react. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. She thinks she’s in control. She thinks she’s winning. I tightened my grip on the wheel, my jaw clenching. "You're awfully quiet," she mused, her voice dripping with amusement. I didn’t respond. She turned slightly in her seat, her elbow resting against the window. "Did I strike a nerve, Ranon?" I let out a slow breath, my wolf stirring beneath my skin. "You're irritating, you know that?" She laughed softly. "And yet, here you are. Driving me around like you have nothing better to do." She wasn’t wrong. That was the problem. I could’
Elowen's POV We pulled up to the estate in silence. Ranon killed the engine, looking over at me with a smug expression. "We're here." I nodded, unbuckling my seat belt and slipping out of the car. He met me around the back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched me. "You can admit defeat, sweetheart. I won't judge." I rolled my eyes, forcing a neutral expression. "Don't flatter yourself, Ranon. We're not done yet." "So it's a war, then?" I hummed, letting my gaze drag over him. "If that's what you want to call it." He chuckled. "Careful, Elowen. I don't lose." "Neither do I," I murmured. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin. "Then let's make this interesting, hmm? I'll give you a head start." "A head start for what?" He shrugged. "Just a little something to make it fun." I swallowed, willing my heart to slow down. "And how will we know who wins?" "Whoever breaks first," he said, his voice low and rough. "That sounds easy enough," I breathed, reaching u
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
Elowen’s POVThe sun, a molten orb of amber and gold, had just begun its slow descent below the jagged horizon, painting the western sky in fiery hues that bled into soft violets and deep oranges. The tall, arched windows of the triplets’ private quarters, a sprawling suite they had painstakingly personalized, cast long, dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls, the flickering light resembling the hushed whispers of old magic, secrets stirring in the very fabric of the mansion. I stood before the crackling fireplace, the warmth radiating against my back doing little to thaw the lingering tension that still coiled within me like a tightly wound knot after the day’s unsettling events.They hadn’t spoken much after Caelum’s unexpected appearance in the combat hall. Not in explicit words, at least. But their silent communication had been deafening. The way they walked closer to me than usual, their bodies a constant, protective presence; the unwavering intensity of Theron’s gaze, barely
Elowen's POVThe next morning golden sunlight, fractured by the delicate weave of the gauzy curtains, painted shifting patterns across the dark wooden floors of our shared bedroom, finally settling in warm, inviting pools on the soft, rumpled sheets tangled around my limbs. For a few blissful, stolen seconds, cocooned in the lingering warmth of their bodies and the faint scent of their skin, I managed to forget everything—the rigid rules of the academy, the ever-present hum of latent magic, the unseen threats lurking in the shadows, the hushed whispers that followed me like a persistent echo. All that registered was the steady, comforting warmth of a muscular body pressed intimately against my back.Ranon’s strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, his calloused fingers splayed against the soft skin of my stomach, a silent claim that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. Behind me, I could hear the soft, even rhythm of Alaric’s breathing, a reassuring presence in the quiet roo
Elowen's POV When his thumb brushed the thin, soaked fabric of my panties, a strangled whimper escaped my lips, a sound raw with need. The ache between my legs intensified, a sharp, insistent throbbing that demanded his touch, their touch. “Gods, you’re so wet, Elowen,” Ranon muttered against my skin, his breath hot and ragged against my inner thigh, the possessive observation sending another shiver of anticipation through me. Then his finger slipped beneath the delicate edge of the fabric, gliding with exquisite slowness over my slick, swollen heat, and I couldn’t help the involuntary moan that spilled from my lips, my head falling back against the cool, rough stone of the rooftop as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure shuddered through my core. Ranon groaned, the sound low and guttural, a primal rumble that vibrated against my skin, his fingers stroking against me with a teasing gentleness that left me trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ending screaming for more. “I want
Elowen’s POV The cool night air, sharp with the scent of distant rain and damp stone, pressed in around us, no longer a chill but a warm, endless cocoon, isolating us from the rest of the sleeping Academy. Above, the celestial canvas was a breathtaking spectacle, the stars spun in dizzying, intricate patterns, a thousand tiny, silent witnesses to the beautiful, chaotic storm raging within my heart. I felt like I was burning from the inside out, a slow, consuming fire ignited by their nearness, their unwavering gazes. Surrounded by them—Alaric’s steady, grounding strength, Theron’s consuming, passionate fire, Ranon’s wild, untamed hunger—I was drowning in the magnetic pull that bound us together, a force both terrifying and exhilarating. And I didn’t want to be saved. I yearned to succumb, to be completely consumed by the intensity of our connection. I wanted to drown in the depths of their devotion. “Look at me, little star,” Theron whispered, his voice a rough, urgent rasp that r
Elowen’s POVThe night pressed down on the Academy like a heavy velvet shroud, suffocating and restless. Even after the last echoes of footsteps faded down the long corridors and the heavy oak doors of the student rooms clicked shut, sealing everyone into their private spaces, sleep remained a distant, unattainable shore for me. I paced the confines of my room, the moonlight filtering through the tall, arched windows, casting pale silver rectangles across the dark, polished hardwood floors, my mind a relentless whirlwind of anxieties and unanswered questions, spinning endlessly around Caelum’s cryptic words and the Triplets’ simmering fury.They had been a silent, ominous presence throughout dinner in the grand hall. Dangerously, furiously silent. Their usual banter and playful jabs absent, replaced by a taut, almost palpable tension that crackled in the air around us like an impending storm gathering strength, the heavy clouds of their anger darkening their eyes. I knew, with a certa