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The Triplet's Bullied Mate Just sleep, little witch. You’re safe!
Elowen's POV Somewhere between the profound warmth radiating from the crackling fire and the rhythmic, hypnotic sound of rain still pattering faintly against the tall windows, a deep lassitude began to settle over me. My eyelids, heavy with the day’s profound experiences, with the lingering satisfaction of our shared claiming, and the sheer joy of our dance in the storm, grew impossibly heavy. I fought it at first—I didn’t want to miss a single moment with them like this, wrapped in their quiet devotion, basking in the newfound peace that had settled over us. But the sheer weight of the day, the lingering exhaustion from the physical and emotional intensity of the mate ceremony, the wild exhilaration of our rain-soaked dance, and everything that came before, pressed down on me like a comforting, insistent lullaby. My muscles, delightfully sore from our playful chase through the woods and the fervent passion of the previous night, began to relax in spite of my will. I barely notice
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Messy and wet?
Elowen's POV Alaric sank down onto the rug at my side, his presence a comforting weight, completing the circle of warmth around me. One large hand rested lightly on my knee, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate patterns through the fabric of the shirt. His other hand reached up, his fingers surprisingly gentle, to tuck a damp, stray strand of my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering on my skin. “You’re beautiful like this, Elowen,” he murmured, his voice a low, sincere caress. “Messy and wet? My hair’s probably matted,” I scoffed softly, a self-deprecating laugh escaping me, still unaccustomed to such unwavering adoration. “Gorgeous,” he corrected smoothly, his gaze fixed on mine, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite name—a profound tenderness, an overwhelming devotion. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Utterly, breathtakingly gorgeous. More so because you’re unapologetically yourself.” Theron chuckled softly from his place opposite me, h
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Warming Up by the Fire
Elowen's POV By the time we finally stumbled back inside, our laughter echoing in the quiet foyer, we were soaked to the skin, shivering despite the residual warmth of our exhilarated bodies. The relentless summer rain had finally stopped, but the cool evening air clung to us, seeping into our bones, making me shiver uncontrollably as droplets ran down my arms and neck, chilling my skin. Alaric, ever the protector, shut the heavy oak door behind us with a quiet, decisive thud, sealing us off from the damp chill outside. He turned to look at me, his dark brows drawing together in a familiar, concerned frown. “You’re freezing, Luna,” he said simply, his voice a low, rough rumble, already pulling off his own drenched shirt and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby ornate chair, revealing the powerful planes of his chest. Steam visibly rose from his skin in the cooler indoor air. “I’m fine,” I protested through a small laugh, hugging my arms around myself, trying to quell the shive
The Triplet's Bullied Mate If this was what it meant to belong to them, to be theirs, to be claimed as their Luna…
Elowen's POV “You’re terrible at letting go, Luna,” he teased, his breath hot and ragged against my wet cheek, his lips brushing my skin. “Always holding on too tight.” “Maybe you’re just bad at catching me, Alpha,” I shot back breathlessly, my voice laced with a playful defiance, my chest heaving from the laughter and movement. That earned me a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through his chest, a sound that was both a warning and a promise. He spun me again, faster this time, his hands steady and sure even as the ground became slick beneath our bare feet, a challenge to my balance, to my trust. We moved together like we’d done this a hundred times before, like we were born to dance in the rain—laughing and stumbling and kissing between movements as the rain drenched us all to the bone, plastering our clothes to our bodies, revealing the powerful forms beneath. It was a dance of pure, unadulterated joy and fierce, undeniable connection. Alaric caught me when I nearly slipp
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Dancing in the Rain
Elowen's POV By mid-afternoon, the sky had turned a muted, heavy gray, thick with clouds that seemed to press down on the world, threatening to burst any second. The air grew still, pregnant with the promise of rain. We’d finished breakfast together—or rather, they had finished feeding me bites of fluffy pancake and stealing kisses until my face hurt from the sheer expanse of my smile. The kitchen still held the warm, comforting scent of coffee, maple syrup, and the lingering aroma of our shared intimacy. Afterward, as I sat perched on the marble counter, watching the subdued light outside, Alaric leaned back in his chair, watching me with that thoughtful, almost discerning little curve to his lips. He always seemed to sense the shift in my mood, even the subtle ones. “You’re too quiet, Luna,” he said finally, his voice a low, perceptive hum. I blinked up at him, a faint surprise. “Too quiet?” “Yes,” Ranon agreed, his golden eyes narrowing playfully, a hint of mischief sp
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Don’t tempt me, Theron!
Elowen's POV Theron was last to wake, of course. He was always the deepest sleeper, a contrast to his sharp, ever-alert mind when awake. He groaned dramatically as he rolled over, stretching languidly like a great cat, his muscles rippling beneath the sheet. His silver eyes, usually so keen and piercing, cracked open slowly to glance at me, a hint of his usual mischief already sparking in their depths. “Already making me jealous before breakfast, little witch,” he muttered, his voice still thick with sleep, but a playful accusation. I laughed softly, a bright, joyous sound that echoed in the quiet room. At the sound, he propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes fully awake now, brimming with desire. He leaned down, his dark hair falling forward, to kiss me slow and teasing, his lips exploring mine, tasting, savoring, until I was breathless all over again, my body arching instinctively towards him. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to compete this early,” he whispered against my lips, hi
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