Elowen's POV The rest of the day passed in a blur of quiet contentment.After breakfast, the triplets had busied themselves with errands, meetings, and training. I’d stayed back, curled up in the sunlit sitting room with a book I barely managed to read, my thoughts drifting back again and again to the way Ranon’s lips brushed my neck in the kitchen, the way Alaric’s hand lingered at the small of my back, the teasing glint in Theron’s silver eyes when he caught me staring at him across the table.And now it was evening.The sky outside glowed in hues of rose and indigo, fading slowly into the deep blue of night. Tiny stars were just beginning to dot the horizon when I heard the door open and their familiar footsteps echo through the hall.I set down the book and stood, smoothing my sweater nervously even though I didn’t know why.They came into view one by one — Alaric first, his golden-brown hair slightly mussed from the wind and his sharp eyes immediately softening when they landed
Elowen's POV “Mmm,” he hummed against my skin, a low, contented sound that vibrated through me. “Smells better than I expected. Didn’t know you could cook, little witch. You’ve been holding out on us.” “You’d be surprised what I can do when no one’s watching,” I murmured, a mischievous glint in my eye, letting my voice drop to a low, suggestive whisper. At that, his arms tightened, pulling me even closer, and he chuckled low, the sound rumbling against my back, sending shivers through me. “Don’t tempt me this early, Elowen. My self-control isn’t quite fully online yet.” Before I could reply, another voice, smooth and amused, cut in from the doorway. “She’s tempting all of us, Ranon,” Theron drawled, running a hand through his dark, slightly rumpled hair as he leaned lazily against the doorframe, his posture a mirror of Ranon’s earlier stance. His eyes, sharp and assessing, swept over me in Alaric’s oversized sweater, taking in every detail, then narrowed slightly, though the
Elowen's POV When I woke, the sun was already spilling through the antique lace curtains in a warm, golden haze, painting intricate patterns of light and shadow across the bedroom floor. The air was cool against my bare skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and the lingering warmth of bodies pressed close. For a moment, I lay perfectly still, my eyes closed, listening to the quiet, rhythmic symphony of their breathing. In, out, a steady cadence that grounded me, affirming their presence. They were still here. All three of them. A deep, irrational fear that they might have been a dream, or that my choice at the river would somehow sever our bond, eased itself, releasing a soft sigh from my lips. Alaric was stretched on his back beside me, an arm thrown loosely over my waist, anchoring me gently to the mattress. His jaw was shadowed with the faint stubble of a night’s growth, and his dark hair was tousled in a way that made him look younger, softer, more vulnerable than I was
Elowen's POV I stepped out of the car, wrapping my arms around myself, and tilted my head back, taking in the breathtaking expanse of the sky. It was stunning, a masterpiece of cosmic artistry, the Milky Way a pale, luminous river flowing across the blackness. All three of them stood around me silently, forming an unspoken circle of protection, as though even they were reluctant to break the profound spell of the moment. Their presence was a warm shield against the biting cold, a tangible manifestation of their devotion. Then Ranon moved first—coming up behind me with a silent grace, slipping his powerful arms around my waist and resting his chin lightly on my shoulder, his breath warm against my ear. His fingers laced together across my stomach, holding me close. “You never get used to it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, a primal purr vibrating through my back. I leaned back against him, letting my weight settle into his solid strength. “The stars?” I asked softly, m
Elowen's POV It was well past midnight when Alaric’s voice, a low, melodic rumble, finally broke the quiet. I blinked, disoriented, my eyelids heavy with the beginnings of sleep, from where I’d been curled on the plush couch, half-drowsing in the warm, flickering glow of the dying fire. My thoughts had drifted like smoke, lingering on the day’s gentle, healing peace. All three of them stood there—Alaric, Theron, and Ranon—silhouetted against the archway, looking somehow both casually relaxed and intensely purposeful at once, their combined presence filling the room with an undeniable energy. “We’re going for a drive, Elowen,” Alaric stated, his voice quiet but firm, brooking no argument. “A drive?” I repeated, my voice rough from the beginnings of sleep, my mind still hazy. I pushed myself up on one elbow, trying to shake off the delicious lethargy. Theron’s mouth quirked into a faint, knowing smile, his eyes glinting in the low light. “You need it. And if we’re being honest,
Elowen's POV It didn’t stop there. Their love, their care, their desire, was a tapestry woven by three unique threads. When Alaric finally released me, his lingering touch a warmth on my skin, Theron was already standing behind me, his hands settling lightly, yet possessively, on my shoulders. His touch was a stark contrast to Alaric’s gentle warmth, more electric, more demanding. “You’re still tense,” he murmured, his voice a low, knowing rumble that vibrated through my bones. Before I could protest, before I could deny it, he began to knead the stubborn knots in my neck and shoulders with long, sure fingers, his touch firm but careful, precisely targeting the points of tension. “You don’t have to—” I started, a sigh escaping my lips as the immediate relief of his massage spread through me. “Shut up, little witch,” he interrupted, his tone laced with amusement, a playful command that I instinctively obeyed. His touch was firm but careful, imbued with his kinetic energy, a