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The Triplets are going to absolutely lose it.

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Elowen's POV

The sun was a pale, watery smudge behind a thick blanket of heavy, bruised clouds as I stepped into the Academy’s main courtyard the next morning. The cool wind, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and distant rain, stirred the loose strands of my hair around my shoulders, a fleeting caress that did little to dispel the deeper chill that snaked its way down my spine.

It wasn’t the bite of the autumn air that made my skin prickle with unease.

It was the way they watched me.

Alaric.

Theron.

Ranon.

My mates.

Their gazes, sharp and possessive, followed my every movement across the bustling courtyard with such focused, unwavering intensity that it felt like a tangible pressure against my skin, a silent, invisible touch that both reassured and unnerved me. Protective. Possessive. Fierce. Their united front was a comforting shield, yet sometimes, the sheer weight of their attention felt like a gilded cage.

And now, adding another layer to the already charged atmosphere, Caelu
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  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Shut up, little witch!

    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

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Beneath the Stars

    Elowen's POV The day passed in a gentle haze, a soft, dreamlike blur that was a welcome balm to my soul after the raw intensity of the previous night and the emotional reckoning at the river. I was grateful for it, for the quiet peace that settled over the house. After breakfast, they refused to let me lift a single finger. Every attempt I made to help, to feel useful, was met with a chorus of gentle but firm "No's" and the immediate intervention of one of them. It was both frustrating and incredibly endearing. Alaric, ever the meticulous one, handled everything that needed organizing in the house, moving with a quiet efficiency that spoke of long-held habits. I’d catch glimpses of him in the study, sorting through scrolls, or in the drawing-room, tidying scattered cushions, always with a soft, content smile whenever his gaze found me. Theron, predictably, disappeared briefly, venturing into the shadowed corners of the forest that I was only just beginning to truly know. He r

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   just greedy!

    Elowen's POV The rooftop was alive with starlight when we emerged from the narrow hatch at the top of the stairs. The cool evening air wrapped around me like a promise, a soft caress against my flushed cheeks, invigorating and fresh. The faint, sweet scent of pine and moonflowers drifted up from the garden below, mingling with the crispness of the night. The dark red tiles of the roof were still warm from the day’s sun, radiating a gentle heat beneath my bare feet, but the sky above was a vast canvas of black velvet, scattered with countless brilliant silver stars, each one a tiny, distant jewel. Theron and Ranon were already up there, of course—their figures silhouetted against the nascent cosmic backdrop. Theron leaned against the short, sturdy wall at the edge of the roof, his posture relaxed, almost deceptively so, but his eyes were sharp, ever vigilant, scanning the horizon, ever protective. Ranon sat sprawled against a luxurious pile of thick blankets and plush cushions they

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   you're allowed to lean on us!

    Elowen's POV “You didn’t have to cook for me,” I said once we were alone, the peaceful solitude a welcome balm. “I wanted to,” he replied simply, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant blooms, then returning to me. “Every bite. Every moment.” We reached the far end of the garden, where the ancient stone wall was almost entirely covered in thick, emerald ivy. He stopped there, turning to face me fully, his hands rising to gently cup my face. “I know last night was hard, Elowen,” he said quietly, his voice filled with a deep, unwavering empathy. “And you’ve been carrying it—everything, every burden, every secret—alone for so long. But you don’t have to anymore. Not now. Not ever again.” His hands found my waist, pulling me gently, irresistibly, toward him until our bodies were pressed together. “You’re allowed to lean on us,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath mingling with mine. “On me. We are here to carry your burdens, not just our own.” His thumb strok

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   And my legs… felt like jelly. A delicious weakness bloomed in my core.

    Elowen's POV Breakfast was… chaotic in the way only they, with their vibrant, clashing personalities, could make it. Yet, it was the most perfect chaos imaginable. Ranon, having claimed the seat directly beside me, refused to let me cut my own fruit. He peeled an orange with infuriating slowness, then separated each segment, smirking as he fed me each bite himself. “Say ‘thank you,’” he drawled every single time, his golden eyes daring me to argue, challenging me to defy him. “Thank you, Alpha,” I mocked sweetly, my voice dripping with exaggerated politeness, and was rewarded with a low, possessive growl as his hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my pulse point. “Careful, little flame,” he murmured in my ear, his voice dropping low, thick with a husky promise that sent shivers despite myself, cheeks burning with a delicious flush. “You know what happens when you get smart with me. You might find yourself alone with me, with no brothers to save you.” Theron,

  • The Triplet's Bullied Mate   Don’t smirk at me!

    Elowen's POV The sunlight was cruelly soft, a gentle, golden invasion through the linen curtains, piercing the delicious darkness of my eyelids. It felt almost accusatory, reminding me that a new day had dawned, a day that felt impossibly light after the cosmic choices of the night. I tried to bury my face deeper in the pillow, hoping to hide from its insistent cheer, but warm, firm fingers were already brushing my cheek, coaxing me awake with impossible tenderness. “Time to rise, little witch,” Alaric’s voice murmured in my ear, low and impossibly gentle, a melodic rumble that vibrated through my sleepy haze. His breath was warm against my skin. I cracked one eye open, reluctantly, and was immediately met with his signature smirk, his dark hair a delightful mess around his handsome face, his emerald eyes brighter than the sun itself, sparkling with mischief and adoration. “Don’t smirk at me,” I grumbled, my voice thick and hoarse from sleep, laced with a playful resentment.

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