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The Triplet's Bullied Mate Just a little something to make it fun.
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Triplet's Bullied Mate So why does your wolf beg for me every time I'm near?
Ranon’s POV The drive back was quieter, but the air between us crackled with unspoken words. I could still feel the warmth of her breath from when I’d leaned in, the phantom touch of her fingers grazing my shirt.Damn her.She thought she had won this round.She was wrong.I kept my grip firm on the wheel, my expression unreadable. But inside? My wolf was restless, pacing, demanding that I do something. He wanted her.Needed her.The scent of her was still all over me, taunting, intoxicating. My hands itched to pull over again, to finish what we started—what she wanted to start.Instead, I exhaled slowly. Controlled. Calculated."You're awfully quiet now," she mused, turning slightly in her seat. "Did I take all the fight out of you?"I let out a low chuckle. "Sweetheart, if you think that was me losing, you have a lot to learn."Her smirk deepened. "So teach me."Fuck.My hands tightened on the wheel. "Careful what you ask for, Elowen."She hummed, tilting her head. "You keep saying
Last Updated : 2025-02-13The Triplet's Bullied Mate Didn't realize the river belonged to the mighty Alaric.
Elowen's POV The night air was crisp against my heated skin as I stood there, watching Alaric walk away. His steps were stiff, his shoulders taut with tension. I should’ve felt satisfaction; after all, I'd gotten exactly what I wanted.He kissed me.Not because he wanted to—but because he couldn’t help himself.My lips still tingled from the force of it, from the way his wolf had surged to the surface, possessive and raw. It was the crack in his armor I'd been waiting for. A moment where the mask slipped and the cold, untouchable Alaric revealed the chaos raging beneath.I should’ve been thrilled.But as his scent lingered in the air, sharp with frustration and something darker, my chest ached in a way I didn’t expect."He's falling for it," I whispered to myself. "Just like I planned."My wolf stirred inside me, uneasy. She didn’t share my triumph. She didn't want Alaric broken—she wanted him whole, strong, and... ours.I shoved that thought away and turned back toward my dorm. Ever
Last Updated : 2025-02-14The Triplet's Bullied Mate Only in the best possible way.
Elowen's POV Alaric's hands slid to my waist, pulling me against him with a ferocity that left me breathless. His mouth claimed mine again, and this time there was no restraint. The night seemed to hold its breath around us, the rustle of leaves and the distant river forgotten in the wake of his touch. "Elowen," he rasped against my lips. "Tell me to stop." "Don't stop," I whispered. With a growl, he lifted me effortlessly, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He moved toward the soft mossy ground near the riverbank and lowered me with a gentleness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes. His fingers traced along my jaw, down my neck, igniting a fire beneath my skin. "This shouldn't be happening," he said, more to himself than me. "It already is," I answered. He smiled, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "You're beautiful, Elowen. Beautiful and maddening." "Are you calling me crazy?" I teased, my breath catching as his hand moved to caress the bare skin of my thigh. "Only in
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The Triplet's Bullied Mate You stole my boyfriend, you disgusting whore!
Elowen's POV By the time we reached the academy, Alaric’s fingers were still laced with mine, his grip strong and unwavering. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, his golden eyes gleaming with something possessive. The way he had held me last night, the way he had whispered my name—it still lingered in my mind, making my cheeks flush. But the moment of quiet bliss shattered like glass. A sharp voice sliced through the morning air. “You bitch!” I barely had time to react before Lisa stormed toward us, her heels clicking against the pavement with each furious step. Her face was a mask of pure rage, lips curled in disgust, her manicured nails clenched into fists at her sides. “How fucking dare you?” she seethed, her voice trembling. “You stole my boyfriend, you disgusting whore!” The courtyard fell silent. Heads turned. Curious whispers spread like wildfire. I took a step back, caught off guard by her sudden outburst. My heart pounded, but I refused to look away.
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The Triplet's Bullied Mate I want the real you.
Theron's POV Elowen’s breath hitched, her entire body rigid in my arms. Her gray eyes locked onto mine, stormy and filled with disbelief. “H-how do you know?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft music playing around us. A smirk tugged at my lips, but there was no amusement in my expression—only certainty. “I’ve always known,” I murmured, my fingers grazing the bare skin at the back of her neck. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you.” She shook her head slightly, her brows knitting together. “That’s impossible. No one knows. No one can know.” I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her even closer. “You forget, Elowen—I see things others don’t. I feel things others ignore.” My voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper. “I’ve watched you hide behind that omega mask for so long, but you can’t fool me.” Her breathing grew uneven, her pulse quickening against my fingertips. “I—I don’t understand,” she admitted, her voice laced with panic. I leaned
Last Updated : 2025-02-16The Triplet's Bullied Mate You almost got her killed!
Theron’s POV I stood there, staring at the empty space where she had been moments ago, my pulse still thundering in my ears. The auditorium felt eerily silent now, as if the universe itself had paused to let her words sink their claws into my soul. I will destroy your family, Theron. And I’ll make sure you watch every second of it. A sharp exhale left me, my hands clenching into fists. She hated me. She hated all of us. And yet, the taste of her was still on my lips, the ghost of her warmth lingering on my skin. Damn it. I raked a hand through my hair, forcing myself to move, to breathe. But the weight in my chest refused to ease, pressing down with a force that made it hard to think. I had known she was angry. That she felt betrayed. But I hadn’t expected that level of hatred. That raw, burning need for vengeance. And the worst part? I understood it. Hell, if I were in her position, I’d want us dead too. I turned sharply on my heel, storming out of the auditorium, my m
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Triplet's Bullied Mate There is no fixing this, Theron.
Theron’s POV I found her behind the academy, in the secluded garden where the scent of damp earth and moonflowers filled the night air. She sat on a stone bench, her head bowed, her shoulders shaking as muffled sobs tore through her. The sight of her—Elowen, the girl who had just sworn to destroy me—completely broken—made something sharp twist inside my chest. I had never seen her like this. She was always fire, always defiance, always ready to fight the world with her sharp tongue and sharper claws. But now? She looked small. And it killed me. I swallowed hard, stepping closer. My boots crunched against the gravel path, but she didn’t move, didn’t even lift her head. “Elowen.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look up. “Go away, Theron.” I didn’t. I sat beside her instead, leaving just enough space between us that she wouldn’t feel cornered. Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. The only sound was the uneven rhythm of her breathing, the quiet sniffle
Last Updated : 2025-02-18
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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
