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The Triplets are going to absolutely lose it.

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-28 01:09:07

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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