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No wonder the Blackthorn triplets are so utterly obsessed with her…
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The Triplet's Bullied Mate She doesn’t get to hurt you like that, Elowen.
Elowen’s POV The instant the shrill clang of the academy bell sliced through the stunned silence of the lecture hall, I was on my feet, propelled by a raw, visceral need to escape. I didn’t wait for the lingering murmurs to fade or the excited whispers to quiet. I needed air, a vast expanse of it. I shoved the heavy oak classroom door open with more force than necessary and strode out into the echoing corridor, my footsteps ringing sharply against the cold stone floor. My chest felt constricted, a painful tightness as if my ribs were straining to contain something wild and untamed that threatened to break free. Damn her. Damn Lisa and her venomous words, her calculated cruelty. She had known exactly where to strike, aiming for the raw nerve of my insecurities, twisting the knife of my complicated relationships with the triplets. And gods, I had let her. I had let her win by snapping, by giving the entire class a dramatic, uncontrolled display of my volatile temper. And now? Now t
The Triplet's Bullied Mate No wonder the Blackthorn triplets are so utterly obsessed with her…
Elowen’s POV The lecture hall, usually bustling with the low murmur of scholarly discussion, felt strangely colder than usual this morning, the chill seeping into the very stones of the ancient building. I slipped into my usual seat near the back, trying to keep my head down, hoping to remain unnoticed. My heart still hadn’t quite settled into a normal rhythm since that brutal, emotionally raw moment with the triplets in the courtyard earlier. Their faces, etched with varying degrees of pain and anger, haunted the edges of my vision—Ranon’s barely concealed hurt, Alaric’s carefully constructed sarcastic mask that had cracked just enough to reveal the raw ache beneath. I should have handled it differently. More thoughtfully. More… maturely. I would handle it better. Eventually. But not now. Not when my head felt like a turbulent storm and my chest was too full of a confusing mix of guilt and longing. I just wanted to disappear, to become invisible until I could sort through the ta
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Do we really mean that little to you?
Elowen’s POV The academy courtyard, typically a vibrant tapestry of early morning activity, buzzed with the usual pre-class energy—students engaged in hurried conversations, a few already beginning their morning sparring rituals, others still rubbing sleep from their eyes as they congregated in familiar groups. But for me, the familiar chaos felt strangely muted, the sounds and sights around me slightly out of focus as I stepped into the bright morning light beside Theron, the lingering warmth of his body still a tangible memory against mine. He hadn’t relinquished his hold on my hand since we’d left his room, his fingers interlaced firmly with mine, a silent declaration. A knot of apprehension tightened in my stomach. I tried to subtly pull my fingers from his grasp, my gaze darting around, worried about the inevitable scrutiny of too many lingering eyes. But Theron only tightened his grip, his knuckles brushing against mine with a possessive firmness. “They already know, Elowen,
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Then let’s get ready. But tonight…
Elowen’s POV The next morning sunlight, the color of molten gold, managed to seep through the heavy, dark curtains of Theron’s room, painting warm, hazy stripes across the floor and gently brushing against my cheek. I stirred slowly, my limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and languid, completely nestled in the comforting heat of Theron’s embrace. His strong hand was splayed possessively across my waist, his bare chest pressed firmly against my back, the steady rhythm of his breathing a warm caress against the curve of my neck. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the quiet intimacy that enveloped us like a soft blanket. “Awake?” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, still thick with the remnants of sleep, the sound sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I smiled, a small, sleepy curve of my lips against his skin. “Barely.” He shifted slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to my shoulder blade, his lips then grazing slowly downwards, tracing a warm, deliberate path to the s
The Triplet's Bullied Mate In my shirt. In my room. Just you.
Elowen’s POV The moon, a silent voyeur in the inky sky, had climbed higher, its silvery light now painting the academy grounds in stark contrasts of light and shadow by the time Theron and I finally made our way back to the hushed stillness of the Blackthorn mansion. The long corridor leading to the private quarters was dim, the only illumination emanating from the ornate wall sconces, their soft golden glow casting elongated, dancing shadows across the polished stone floor. My hand remained securely nestled within Theron’s, his grip steady and reassuringly warm, a silent anchor in the lingering turbulence of my emotions. I could feel the weight of his occasional glances, the subtle intensity in his silver eyes as he seemed to study my every expression, as if trying to decipher the intricate map of my inner world. We didn’t speak much during our walk back. There was a quiet understanding that permeated the silence, a sense that words were unnecessary, that our shared emotions trans
The Triplet's Bullied Mate I swear it to you, little star.
Elowen's POV Later that evening the air in the academy courtyard was cool and still, heavy with the unspoken promise of the approaching night. The moonlight, a soft, ethereal glow, filtered through the dense canopy of ancient trees, casting intricate, lace-like shadows over the winding stone paths. I wandered aimlessly, my footsteps silent on the damp flagstones, seeking a momentary escape from the tangled chaos that had become the soundtrack of my days. My heart still felt bruised and unsettled by the morning’s events—Caelum’s subtle provocations, the triplets’ fiercely protective reactions, the barely veiled venom in Alaric’s voice, and, most acutely, the weight of unspoken emotion in Theron’s silver eyes. All day, I had felt their gazes on me, a constant, silent scrutiny. But Theron’s had carried a particular heaviness, a complex tapestry of questions left unasked, feelings deliberately kept unreadable, creating a palpable distance that had settled like a cold knot in my chest.
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Then why does it feel like I’m slowly losing you?
Theron’s POV The morning sun, already climbing high enough to cast sharp, unforgiving shadows across the dusty expanse of the combat arena, beat down with a relentless intensity. But I barely registered its heat. My entire focus, every fiber of my being, was fixed on her—Elowen. She stood on the far side of the training grounds, the polished steel of a practice sword gleaming in her hand, the sound of genuine, unrestrained laughter spilling from her lips as she sparred playfully with Alaric. The way her dark hair caught the sunlight, each strand shimmering like spun obsidian, the subtle yet significant improvement in her fighting stance, the unguarded curve of her smile that always managed to soften something deep and unnamed within me—it all drove a silent, invisible spear straight through my chest. And yet, even through the warm, almost aching haze of admiration that always washed over me when I watched her, a dark, sharp sliver of something akin to jealousy twisted uncomfortabl
The Triplet's Bullied Mate You secretly like it when I’m broody.
Elowen’s POV The academy's training grounds, usually a scene of disciplined exertion, buzzed with a palpable undercurrent of anticipation as students gathered for the afternoon's combat assessment. The sun, beginning its slow descent, cast long, dramatic shadows across the dusty arena, and the air felt thick with a nervous tension that mirrored my own. I stood at the edge of the designated space, consciously trying to steady the erratic rhythm of my breathing, acutely aware of the myriad of eyes watching me—not just the general student body, but the three intense figures who had so irrevocably woven themselves into the very fabric of my world. Alaric, Ranon, and Theron stood a short distance away, their expressions carefully guarded, almost unreadable, yet their mere presence radiated a grounding sense of unwavering support. Despite the lingering awkwardness and barely suppressed tensions from the morning's events, their silent solidarity was a tangible anchor. The instructor’s sha
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Don’t go easy on her just because you were all… sharing a dorm room last night.
Elowen’s POV The morning sunlight, fractured into brilliant beams by the tall, arched windows lining the academy hallways, painted shifting patterns on the ancient stone floors as I walked between the triplets, their solid presences a comforting weight on either side of me. My legs ached with a pleasant fatigue, a subtle reminder of the rooftop rendezvous that had stretched late into the night—not just from the tangled limbs and whispered intimacies, but also from the surprisingly intense sparring match Ranon had “accidentally” initiated before we finally sought sleep. And of course, Alaric had ensured I was thoroughly breathless by the end of his impromptu training session, punctuated by his infuriatingly smug little smirks every time I stumbled. Theron, as was his usual morning demeanor, hadn’t said much. He rarely did before the day truly began. But his hand had brushed mine twice as we walked through the bustling corridors, a fleeting, almost accidental contact, and I knew bette
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