Elowen's POVI ran through the academy halls, my vision blurred by tears that wouldn’t stop falling. My heart was pounding, my chest tight with a mix of fear, anger, and utter helplessness. I could still feel Ranon’s hand on my wrist, still hear his words echoing in my mind. “You don’t have to choose, Elowen. You never did.” How could he say that? How could he act like this was all so simple when my entire world felt like it was crumbling beneath me? I didn’t stop until I reached the dormitory, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the key. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and locked it, my back pressing against the cold wood as I slid to the floor. The sobs came before I could stop them, shaking my entire body as I buried my face in my hands. It was too much. All of it. The bond, the expectations, the constant tug-of-war between them—Alaric, Ranon, Theron. “Elowen?” Lisa’s voice was soft, tentative, as she knocked on the door. I hadn’t even realized she’d followed me.
Elowen's POV The train ride home felt like a death sentence. My stomach churned the closer I got to the house, a place I dreaded more than anything. It wasn’t a home—it was a cage, filled with memories I wanted to escape and people I couldn’t stand. When the taxi pulled up in front of the grand estate, the sight of it only made my chest tighten further. The pristine white walls, the manicured gardens, the towering gates—everything screamed of perfection, but I knew better. Behind those doors was a different story. I dragged my suitcase up the steps, hesitating for a moment before finally ringing the bell. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was—Liora, my stepmother. Her blonde hair was swept into an elegant bun, her sharp blue eyes scanning me from head to toe with thinly veiled disdain. She was dressed impeccably, as always, her fitted dress and diamond earrings screaming wealth and power. "Elowen," she said, her tone clipped and cold. "You're late." I swallowed
Elowen's POVThe chilly evening air nipped at my skin as I sat on the old stone bench at the edge of the garden, trying to find solace in the quiet. The stars above were the only witnesses to my silent tears, each one glimmering in the vast, dark sky. It felt like they were mocking me—so far away, so untouchable.I sniffled and wiped my face, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Being here, trapped in this suffocating house, was worse than anything I’d endured at the academy.Just as I began to lose myself in the stillness, I heard it—a soft crunch of footsteps on the gravel path behind me. My heart jumped, and I stiffened, quickly turning my head toward the sound.And then I saw him.Theron.He stood a few feet away, his tall frame cloaked in the shadows of the trees. His dark eyes gleamed under the faint starlight, and his expression was unreadable.“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly, more out of shock than anger.He didn’t answer right away. Ins
Elowen's POVThe wind whipped at my face as I ran through the woods, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. My mind was spinning, tangled with the memories of Theron’s words, his touch, his unrelenting intensity. “Because you’re mine, Elowen.” His voice echoed in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, it clung to me like a shadow. I hated how my heart had faltered, how his presence had chipped away at the walls I’d tried so desperately to build. I finally stopped when I reached the edge of the forest, my chest heaving as I leaned against a tree to catch my breath. The estate loomed in the distance, cold and unwelcoming. A reminder that there was no peace here, no escape from the chaos that had taken over my life. I didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to face Liora’s smug disdain or the suffocating emptiness of my room. But where else could I go? As I trudged back toward the house, my mind wandered to Alaric. He’d always been the one to catch me when I fel
Elowen's POVThe soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stirred, blinking slowly as the world came into focus. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was or why I felt so… at peace.And then I turned my head.Alaric was there, lying beside me. His face was calm, relaxed in sleep, the usual sharp intensity softened into something impossibly tender. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him, the way his dark lashes brushed against his cheeks, the slight curve of his lips as if he was dreaming about something pleasant.I couldn’t help but smile, a small, unguarded moment of joy slipping through the cracks of my guarded heart.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but as I moved, his arm tightened around me. My eyes widened as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my hair.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.I froze, my cheeks flushing. “Good morning,” I whispered back, unsure of what to
Ranon’s POVThe training ground was empty now, the silence suffocating, but it wasn’t nearly as maddening as the storm raging in my mind. Alaric and Elowen. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together—her teary eyes clinging to him like he was her savior, and him looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered.I growled under my breath, pacing back and forth like a caged beast.“Ranon,” Alisa’s sickly sweet voice broke through my thoughts.I didn’t turn to her, clenching my fists tightly. “What?”She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the stone floor. “You’re worked up again.”“Of course I’m worked up!” I snapped, whirling to face her. “How could Alaric be so blind? So... pathetic?”Alisa smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not Alaric’s fault,” she said with a shrug. “That little Omega knows how to play the victim. She’s weak, but she’s not stupid.”Her words hit a nerve, and I felt a sharp pang of agreement, followed by a deep-seated anger I couldn
Theron’s POV The training field was empty as I swung my fists against the punching bag, the repetitive thud of impact barely soothing the fire raging inside me. I couldn’t get Elowen out of my head. The way she looked at Alaric, the way her eyes filled with tears when she thought no one was watching—it drove me insane. Every instinct, every part of me screamed to claim her, to make her mine. But the bond, this curse, was a constant reminder of how unreachable she was. She hated me. She had made that abundantly clear. “Theron,” a voice called softly behind me. I didn’t turn around, continuing to punch the bag until my knuckles bled. “Theron!” Her voice was sharper this time, and I finally stopped, letting the bag swing wildly as I turned to face her. Camille stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. She was beautiful, as always, her sharp features framed by the setting sun. But the look in her eyes was anything but soft. “What?” I
Elowen’s POVI could feel the tension in the air even before I stepped into the house. The oppressive silence was heavy, punctuated only by the occasional click of Liora’s heels against the marble floor. The sight of her waiting for me in the foyer, arms crossed and an icy glare fixed on me, sent a chill down my spine. "You're late," she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "I was out," I replied curtly, refusing to meet her eyes as I made my way toward the stairs. "Out? With who? One of those mutts you're bonded to?" she sneered, her words dripping with venom. I froze mid-step, my hands tightening around the banister. "Don't," I warned softly, my voice trembling with suppressed anger. "Don’t what?" she mocked, taking a step closer. "Don’t point out the truth? You’re pathetic, Elowen. Always have been. You think those boys care about you? You're nothing but a weak little Omega dragging them down." Her words hit like a slap, but I refused to let her see the hurt. I
Elowen's POV His grip tightened, and his hips bucked forward, hitting the back of my throat, and I moaned, the sensation a delightful mix of pleasure and pain. Alaric shifted forward, his lips closing around the nipple that Theron had been neglecting, his fingers teasing the other. Theron kissed my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and his hands slid across the front of my panties, gently rubbing, the pressure eliciting a new wave of desire. Then Ranon tightened his grip on my hair, and the world blurred, his cock hitting the back of my throat, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure straight to the aching apex of my thighs. I moaned, a sound he clearly felt, and a string of curses fell from his lips, his hips thrusting more forcefully, hitting the back of my throat again and again, the sensation pushing me closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building between my thighs. A familiar hand cupped the front of my panties, and a second later Theron ripped
Elowen's POV “I want to mark you, Elowen,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Not just with a bite, a physical claim. I want the world to know, unequivocally, that you are ours. That you belong to us, body and soul.” My heart raced, a thrill mixed with a sense of profound belonging coursing through me. “Then… show me, Ranon.” He captured my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue seeking entry, exploring the warm cavern of my mouth with a gentle insistence. Then a second pair of hands slid across my chest, his thumbs finding the sensitive skin beneath the swell of my breasts, and my breath hitched. Theron. His fingers gently lifted my shirt, a low, approving growl sounding from his chest when he saw the black lace of my bra. Then he pushed the fabric further, his calloused fingers finding the taut peaks of my nipples and tweaking, eliciting a low moan from my throat. My senses were overloading, every nerve ending coming alive, the intoxicating scent of sa
Elowen’s POVThe sun, a molten orb of amber and gold, had just begun its slow descent below the jagged horizon, painting the western sky in fiery hues that bled into soft violets and deep oranges. The tall, arched windows of the triplets’ private quarters, a sprawling suite they had painstakingly personalized, cast long, dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls, the flickering light resembling the hushed whispers of old magic, secrets stirring in the very fabric of the mansion. I stood before the crackling fireplace, the warmth radiating against my back doing little to thaw the lingering tension that still coiled within me like a tightly wound knot after the day’s unsettling events.They hadn’t spoken much after Caelum’s unexpected appearance in the combat hall. Not in explicit words, at least. But their silent communication had been deafening. The way they walked closer to me than usual, their bodies a constant, protective presence; the unwavering intensity of Theron’s gaze, barely
Elowen's POVThe next morning golden sunlight, fractured by the delicate weave of the gauzy curtains, painted shifting patterns across the dark wooden floors of our shared bedroom, finally settling in warm, inviting pools on the soft, rumpled sheets tangled around my limbs. For a few blissful, stolen seconds, cocooned in the lingering warmth of their bodies and the faint scent of their skin, I managed to forget everything—the rigid rules of the academy, the ever-present hum of latent magic, the unseen threats lurking in the shadows, the hushed whispers that followed me like a persistent echo. All that registered was the steady, comforting warmth of a muscular body pressed intimately against my back.Ranon’s strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, his calloused fingers splayed against the soft skin of my stomach, a silent claim that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. Behind me, I could hear the soft, even rhythm of Alaric’s breathing, a reassuring presence in the quiet roo
Elowen's POV When his thumb brushed the thin, soaked fabric of my panties, a strangled whimper escaped my lips, a sound raw with need. The ache between my legs intensified, a sharp, insistent throbbing that demanded his touch, their touch. “Gods, you’re so wet, Elowen,” Ranon muttered against my skin, his breath hot and ragged against my inner thigh, the possessive observation sending another shiver of anticipation through me. Then his finger slipped beneath the delicate edge of the fabric, gliding with exquisite slowness over my slick, swollen heat, and I couldn’t help the involuntary moan that spilled from my lips, my head falling back against the cool, rough stone of the rooftop as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure shuddered through my core. Ranon groaned, the sound low and guttural, a primal rumble that vibrated against my skin, his fingers stroking against me with a teasing gentleness that left me trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ending screaming for more. “I want
Elowen’s POV The cool night air, sharp with the scent of distant rain and damp stone, pressed in around us, no longer a chill but a warm, endless cocoon, isolating us from the rest of the sleeping Academy. Above, the celestial canvas was a breathtaking spectacle, the stars spun in dizzying, intricate patterns, a thousand tiny, silent witnesses to the beautiful, chaotic storm raging within my heart. I felt like I was burning from the inside out, a slow, consuming fire ignited by their nearness, their unwavering gazes. Surrounded by them—Alaric’s steady, grounding strength, Theron’s consuming, passionate fire, Ranon’s wild, untamed hunger—I was drowning in the magnetic pull that bound us together, a force both terrifying and exhilarating. And I didn’t want to be saved. I yearned to succumb, to be completely consumed by the intensity of our connection. I wanted to drown in the depths of their devotion. “Look at me, little star,” Theron whispered, his voice a rough, urgent rasp that r
Elowen’s POVThe 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
Elowen's POVThe 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
Theron’s POVThe silence in the grand hall was thick enough to cut with a knife. Every fork clinked a little too loudly, every hushed conversation seemed to die in its tracks. All eyes were on us. On Elowen.I kept my arm possessively around her shoulders, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her neck beneath the collar of Alaric’s jacket she still wore. A silent warning to anyone who dared to look too long.Ranon’s presence behind us was a palpable weight, a silent promise of retribution to anyone who might consider challenging our claim. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the barely leashed possessiveness that mirrored my own.Alaric, ever the pragmatist, continued eating as if nothing unusual was happening, but his silver eyes flicked around the hall, assessing the reactions, cataloging the threats. His hand, resting casually on the table, was close enough to Elowen’s to reach her instantly.Elowen, bless her oblivious heart, seemed more concerned with the plate of fruit i