Theron’s POV I leaned against the wall in the hallway outside the library, my arms crossed over my chest. My wolf paced inside me, restless and agitated after hearing the latest gossip swirling through the academy. Elowen and Kael. The image of them together was like a thorn lodged deep in my chest. Every whispered word, every stolen glance between them—it all grated on my nerves. But what made it worse was the look in her eyes when she saw him. That calm, guarded expression. It was like nothing we had done to her mattered anymore. She’s shutting me out, my wolf growled. And that outsider is taking advantage of her pain. I pushed off the wall and ran a hand through my hair, trying to control the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. The way things had spiraled out of control wasn’t how it was supposed to go. We were supposed to protect her, not drive her into the arms of another. "Ranon and Alaric are making this worse," I muttered to myself. Just as I was about to leave, th
Ranon’s POV I leaned back against the academy's stone wall, watching Alisa chatter away about something inconsequential. Her voice was sharp, grating on my nerves, but I kept the smirk on my face. She was a useful distraction—a way to dull the storm brewing inside me every time Elowen crossed my mind. Alisa’s laugh rang out, loud and fake, as she looped her arm through mine. “Ranon, are you even listening to me?” she pouted, batting her lashes. “Of course, darling,” I drawled, my tone dripping with mock sincerity. “Your every word is poetry.” She giggled, clearly pleased, and leaned closer. I barely noticed her. My attention was locked on the hallway ahead, where I could see her—Elowen—walking alongside that Kael. My jaw tightened. “What’s he doing here?” I muttered under my breath. “Who?” Alisa asked, following my gaze. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted them. “Oh, you mean Elowen and her new little pet? Honestly, it’s pathetic. Does she think parading him around will m
Elowen’s POV Kael stayed silent as we made our way back to the dorms, his presence steady beside me. The tension from the encounter with Alaric and Lisa still lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a suffocating cloak. When we finally reached my door, I paused, my hand resting on the doorknob. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, torn between anger, heartbreak, and a growing resolve to fight back. Kael leaned against the wall, watching me carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded, though I knew the answer was far from the truth. “I’ll be fine.” He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press me further. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” I gave him a small, grateful smile before stepping inside and closing the door behind me. The silence of the room was deafening, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at nothing. The memory of Alaric’s words replayed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. I couldn’t shake
Elowen’s POV The soft hum of night settled over the estate as I wandered through the quiet corridors. I had spent hours replaying the events of the day in my mind, grappling with the mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Kael’s presence had been a comfort, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm brewing within me. I needed answers. The moment I reached my mother’s room, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Despite everything, a part of me was still adjusting to the idea that she was alive, that she was here. After a deep breath, I knocked softly and pushed the door open. She was seated by the window, her long silver hair catching the moonlight, making her appear ethereal. Her warm, knowing smile greeted me as if she had been expecting me all along. “Elowen,” she said softly, motioning for me to join her. I walked over and sat beside her, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. “Mother,” I began, my voice uncertain, “there’s so much I don’t understand. Abo
Elowen's POV The silence of my room swallowed me whole, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that calms. It was the kind that roars—loud and suffocating. The weight of my mother’s words had shattered any remnants of innocence I had left about the Triplets. They weren’t just ignorant boys with power—they were the legacy of betrayal, just like my father. My heart ached with the realization that I had fallen for their lies, their sweet words, their promises of love. They were no different than the monster that had destroyed my mother. I had trusted them. But how could I have been so blind? How could I not see that everything they said, everything they did, was just a performance? A calculated act to weaken me, to turn me into the submissive omega they all thought I should be. My thoughts raced back to that moment—the moment Alaric humiliated me in front of everyone. The way he had held me, pretending to be the perfect mate, only to expose me in front of my peers. And Ranon, who had ac
Elowen's POV The days that followed were filled with an unsettling mix of tension and anticipation. I knew they were watching me—Alaric, Ranon, and Theron. The Triplets had always thought they could control me, break me, bend me to their will. But now, as I moved through the academy, I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to crack. Each passing day, my hatred for them deepened, and I could feel my wolf growing more powerful with every ounce of fury I poured into the task ahead. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about proving to them—and to myself—that I was capable of standing on my own. That I wasn’t just the girl they could manipulate or break. And I wasn’t afraid of them anymore. It was a week later when the moment finally arrived. I had spent days planning my next move. I couldn’t let them off the hook so easily. And I needed to strike when they least expected it. I knew the Triplets would be in the academy courtyard at lunch, just like every other day,
Elowen's POV The whispers of the crowd followed me as I stormed away from the training grounds. My heart thundered in my chest, not just from the physical confrontation but from the sheer emotional chaos Alaric had stirred within me. I couldn’t shake the feeling of his lips against mine, the warmth of his touch, the way he had stood there, refusing to fight back. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. I hurried through the corridors, desperate to get away from everyone. My mind replayed the scene over and over, fueling my rage. How dare he kiss me? How dare he confuse me like that after everything he’d done? I found myself in the safety of my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My wolf stirred restlessly, her emotions as tangled as mine. "What the hell was that? I demanded aloud, pacing the floor. "Why didn’t you push him away sooner? Why did we… why did we let him do that?" My wolf’s voice was softer than usual, a conflicted murmur in my mind. "He’s still our mate
Alaric's POV The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as I stood there watching Elowen retreat further into herself. She had closed herself off, her back to me, the distance between us growing more palpable with every heartbeat. I wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the gap that had formed between us. But I was frozen, unsure of where to begin. My fingers twitched at my sides, longing to reach out to her, but I held back, not wanting to push her further away. The silence between us was deafening, and my mind raced as I tried to find the right words to make her understand. It was then that I heard it—a sharp, almost imperceptible sound that came from her. She was crying. My heart dropped in my chest. I hadn’t wanted this. I had never wanted to hurt her, yet here I was, the cause of her pain. Every tear that fell from her eyes felt like a knife to my soul. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady myself. I had to fix this. I couldn’t stand the thought of her in pain
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