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Please. Just… take me somewhere safe.

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-28 22:45:41

Elowen’s POV

The 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
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  • 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

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Morning After

    Elowen's POV The first thing I became aware of was warmth. Not just the substantial weight of the plush blankets pulled high around me, but the pervasive, comforting heat of three powerful bodies curled intimately against mine. They were solid, protective, utterly unyielding, forming a living cocoon around me, a profound sense of safety I had never truly known until now. My eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with the delicious residue of deep sleep and deeper satisfaction, to soft dawn light spilling through the tall balcony doors. The sky outside was painted in gentle, ethereal strokes of peach and lavender, a masterpiece of quiet beauty, and the faint, fresh smell of rain—a cleansing, new scent—hung delicately in the air, washing away the lingering intensity of the night. For a moment, I lay there without moving, letting it all sink in, every sensation, every nuance of their presence. Last night… The memories unfurled like a scroll in my mind, vivid and shimmering. The solemnity

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Mating (2)

    Elowen's POV “You belong to us, Elowen,” Alaric murmured, his mouth trailing lower, leaving a path of fire on my inner thigh, his fingers spreading my heat, preparing me. His voice was a low, possessive rumble. “Ours,” Ranon growled, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me closer to him, his powerful body pressing against mine, a tangible promise of what was to come. “Forever,” Theron finished, his breath hot against my stomach as he kissed me again and again, a slow, sensual climb, working his way upward, leaving a trail of exquisite sensation. When Ranon finally positioned himself, his eyes locking onto mine, his magnificent body hovering above me, he entered me with a low, feral sound in his throat—a primal roar of claiming and triumph. He buried himself deep, filling me completely, his initial thrusts rough and desperate, driven by a raw, untamed hunger that mirrored my own. My body arched, accepting him, craving him. But even in that moment of intense, animalistic claim

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Mating

    Elowen's POV The heavy oak door clicked shut behind us with a soft, resonant thud, sealing us off from the celebratory murmurs of the pack, from the cool night air, from everything but each other. Silence fell—thick, expectant, charged with a potent, almost tangible energy. The dim light filtering into the vast bedroom, cast by strategically placed wall sconces rather than flickering candles, softened the edges of the opulent space, turning it into a private sanctuary. The triplets stood before me, magnificent and formidable, their presence filling the room. Their golden, silver, and shadowed gazes, usually so expressive of their individual personalities, were now unified, fixed on me with an intensity that bordered on predatory. I was indeed like prey, cornered by powerful, hungry predators. But I didn’t feel afraid. Not a flicker of fear. Instead, I felt utterly, profoundly worshiped. A deep, shimmering tremor of anticipation ran through me, vibrating in my very bones. The

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Mate ceremony

    Elowen's POV The next few days were a whirlwind, a blur of activity that swept me up in its current. Preparations for the mate ceremony began immediately, orchestrated with an efficiency that spoke of long-standing traditions and a deep-seated desire to make me irrevocably theirs. The triplets handled most of it—speaking with the pack elders, their authority evident in every quiet conversation; securing the sacred grounds near the forest’s heart, a place steeped in ancient magic; sending word to the Moon Priestess, whose wisdom and guidance were revered by all. They consulted me on small details, but largely, they simply acted, confident in my unspoken consent. I barely had time to catch my breath before it was the night of the ceremony. A nervous flutter resided in my stomach, a mix of excitement and awe. The air was cool and alive with magic as I walked toward the clearing, the forest pressing in on all sides, a vast, breathing entity. The trees shimmered under the full moon

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   The Proposal

    Elowen's POV When I woke the next morning, I was still blissfully cocooned between them—warm, deliciously sore in the best possible way, and utterly wrapped in the intoxicating scent of their skin and magic. The lingering taste of their kisses still lingered on my lips, a sweet reminder of the night’s boundless passion. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft rhythm of their breathing and the occasional shifting of a body against mine. Sunlight, diffused by the curtains, painted the room in a gentle, hazy gold. For a moment, I simply existed in that space, reveling in the profound peace. They were still here. Still real. My heart swelled with a silent, fervent gratitude. Ranon was already awake, though. I felt him before I even saw him—his intense golden eyes watching me from where he leaned against the headboard, propped up on an elbow. One large hand was absently stroking my hair, his fingers tracing slow, hypnotic patterns, while his other rested possessively on my hi

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