Theron’s POV I stood there, chest heaving, my fists still clenched at my sides as Alaric disappeared down the hall, his smug laughter reverberating like a taunt I couldn’t ignore. My wolf was howling in fury, demanding we go after him and finish what we started. But I couldn’t. Not now. Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, needing to get away before I lost complete control. My wolf’s anger burned through me, and I could feel the sting of Alaric’s words lingering like an open wound. "A weak, pathetic omega," he’d called her. Elowen. I slammed my fist against the wall as I reached the hallway, the plaster cracking under the force. How could he say such things about her? About our mate? Mine. She’s mine! my wolf growled. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth. My wolf was restless, clawing at the surface, and for once, I didn’t try to stop him. “She’s more than he’ll ever understand,” I muttered under my breath, trying to calm myself
Elowen’s POV The academy was unusually quiet that day, the whispers of students muted as I made my way through the halls. My mind was still reeling from the conversation with Lisa and the cryptic warnings from Ranon and Theron. The tension between the triplets was palpable, and I was stuck in the middle, unsure of who to trust. As I walked into the library, the faint scent of aged books and ink calmed my nerves. This was one of the few places I could think without interruption. I made my way to the farthest corner, hoping to lose myself in a book, if only for a little while. But instead, I found someone waiting for me. Amara. She was sitting at a table, her long, elegant fingers tracing patterns on an open book. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped closer. “Elowen,” she greeted, her voice warm and inviting. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” I hesitated. “You have?” She nodded, gesturing to the
Theron’s POV The drive was agonizingly silent, except for the soft hum of the car engine. Elowen sat beside me, her face turned toward the window, but her distant gaze told me she wasn’t looking at anything. It was as if she’d completely shut herself off from the world—and from me. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. My wolf was restless, pacing in my mind, urging me to do something—anything—to ease her pain. But every time I reached out, I seemed to push her further away. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, I broke it. “Elowen, talk to me. Please.” Her head shifted slightly, but she didn’t meet my eyes. “What’s there to talk about, Theron?” “Everything,” I said firmly. “What’s going on in your head? What’s hurting you? Let me help.” She shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Help? You can’t help me. No one can.” Her words stung, but I pressed on. “Don’t shut me out, Elowen. You think I don’t care, but you’re wrong. I
Alaric’s POVI stood there for a moment, watching Elowen retreat to the couch. Her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold her emotions together. For a second, I almost felt something—guilt, maybe. But I pushed it aside. Weakness wasn’t an option.“Darling,” I said softly, stepping closer. “I know you’re upset, but don’t let Theron get to you. He thrives on chaos, on making you question everything.”She glanced up at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Why do you always have to fight? Why can’t any of you just let me breathe?”Her words stung more than I expected, but I forced my expression to stay soft, understanding. “I’m not here to fight, Elowen. I’m here for you.” I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You know that, don’t you?”She hesitated, her gaze searching mine like she was looking for answers to questions she couldn’t even voice. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.“Then believe t
Alaric's POV I closed the door to my room, a satisfied smirk curling my lips as I leaned against the wall. The house was quiet now, Elowen likely already in bed, caught in the illusion I’d so carefully crafted for her. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it with a quick swipe of my finger. My thumb hovered over the photo album, a special folder tucked away in the depths of my phone. I opened it, and there they were—pictures of her. Pictures of us. Innocent at first glance. Her resting against me, her laughter caught mid-action, her flushed cheeks after our "moments." But then there were the others—the ones I’d taken in secret, capturing her vulnerability, her naivety. She had no idea these existed. I scrolled through them slowly, savoring each one like it was a prize. Each image reminded me of how easy it had been to manipulate her, to wrap her around my finger with a few sweet words and well-timed gestures. And now, in just one week, it would all come crashing
Elowen’s POV The pictures on the giant screen—intimate, vulnerable moments of Alaric and me—flashed one by one, each image a dagger to my heart. My hands trembled, my face burning with humiliation as I stood frozen in the center of the crowd. My knees buckled, my chest constricting as the whispers started around me. Laughter. Gasps. Some voices murmured in disbelief, while others relished in the humiliation I couldn’t escape. “Is this real?” “Look at her! She’s supposed to be his mate?” “Pathetic.” I wanted to scream, to run, to hide—but I couldn’t move. My eyes darted to Alaric, standing near the projector. His smirk—a wicked curve of his lips—told me everything. This wasn’t an accident. This was deliberate. “Why?” My voice was barely audible, cracked and trembling. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to ask again. “Why would you do this, Alaric?” He stepped forward, hands casually in his pockets as though this public humiliation was merely a game
Elowen’s POV The world was dark when I woke up. My head throbbed, and my body felt heavy, pinned down by an unseen weight. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see faint light streaming through the cracks of an unfamiliar ceiling. My breath hitched. Where was I? I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my side forced me to stay down. The events from earlier slammed into me like a tidal wave—Alaric’s betrayal, Lisa’s cruelty, Ranon’s confession, and the rogue attack. My heart ached as if someone had torn it out and crushed it beneath their heel. The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. It was Theron. His shirt was torn, blood smeared across his arms, and his face was etched with worry. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice filled with relief. I didn’t respond. My throat felt raw, and the words I wanted to say were trapped behind the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Theron knelt beside the bed, his eyes searching mine. “Elowen, are you okay?” I blinked at him, unsure if I
Elowen's POV As the wolf remained crouched, its presence oddly comforting, my sobs gradually quieted. My breath came in ragged gasps as I wiped my face with trembling hands. The forest was silent again, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The wolf took another tentative step forward, its golden eyes gleaming in the dim moonlight. I didn’t flinch this time. Instead, I just stared at it, my exhaustion outweighing my fear. “What do you want from me?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. It tilted its head, studying me like it could understand the weight of my question. “I’m broken,” I continued, my voice cracking. “I don’t know who to trust anymore. Everyone I thought cared about me…” I trailed off, shaking my head as fresh tears threatened to fall. The wolf let out another low whine, its ears flattening slightly as if it could feel my pain. I sniffled, wrapping my arms tighter around myself. “I’m not strong enough for this. I never was. They a
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