Ranon 's POV The next morning started with an ominous gray sky. Rain fell in a relentless downpour, soaking the academy grounds and leaving puddles scattered along the cobblestone paths. I leaned against one of the pillars near the courtyard, my arms crossed, watching the students scurry to avoid getting drenched. But my eyes were searching for one person. Her. And then I saw her—Elowen. She walked beside Kael, her head tilted toward him as he spoke, a soft smile playing on her lips. My wolf growled low in my chest, the sound rumbling through my mind like distant thunder. He stirred uncomfortably, his emotions a tangled mess of anger and frustration. "What the hell is he doing with her?" I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes at the scene before me. Kael was carrying an umbrella, holding it over both their heads as they walked together. And then, as if the bastard knew I was watching, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The sight made my
Ranon's PoV As the rain poured relentlessly, I strode back into the academy building, my fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles ached. The whispers and murmurs of students filled the halls as they cast curious glances my way. Everyone had seen the interaction in the courtyard—seen how she’d chosen him. Kael. The name grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. I slammed open the door to my room, letting it crash against the wall. My wolf was seething, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. "You let her walk away," he growled. "You let him win. She’s ours, Ranon, and yet you stood there like a fool while he played protector." I yanked my damp shirt off and threw it across the room. "Shut up," I muttered, pacing back and forth. "It’s not over. It’s far from over." My wolf growled lowly, his anger mingling with my own. "You saw how she looked at him. How she smiled at him. She’s slipping away, Ranon." I stopped in my tracks, gripping the edge of my desk so hard I tho
Ranon's POV As Elowen and Kael disappeared from view, I stood in the hallway, my chest heaving with a mix of frustration and something I hated to admit—pain. The whispers around me were deafening now, each one like a dagger to my pride. "Did you see that? Ranon looks... defeated." "I’ve never seen him like this before. Do you think he actually cares about her?" Care? I scoffed internally, forcing myself to regain composure. The very idea was laughable. This wasn’t about caring; it was about power, control, and the undeniable truth that Elowen was mine. No one else could have her. Especially not Kael. I stormed out of the hallway, the stares of the students burning into my back. My wolf, Eza, was unusually quiet, simmering in the same turmoil I felt. When I reached the training grounds, I punched the nearest wooden training dummy with such force that it cracked. "Damn it!" I roared, my voice echoing through the empty space. My wolf finally spoke, his voice a growl in
Theron 's POV The next morning, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I wasn’t going to let anyone—or anything—stand between me and Elowen. Kade had been right. She was our mate, and no matter how much she tried to push me away, I couldn’t abandon the bond.I got dressed quickly, pulling on a black shirt and jeans before heading out. As I walked down the hallway, I caught snippets of conversations. Whispers about Elowen and Kael were everywhere."Did you see them yesterday? Kael put his jacket on her like they were a couple!""I heard they’re always together now. Isn’t she supposed to be mates with the triplets?"The words made my blood boil, but I forced myself to stay calm. Storming into the academy like a jealous lunatic wouldn’t help.As I entered the main courtyard, I saw her. Elowen was standing near the fountain with Kael, the two of them laughing about something. She looked...happy. It was a sight I hadn’t seen in so long, and it twisted something deep inside me.Kade gr
Elowen's POVI stormed down the dark hallway, my heart pounding as my lips tingled from Theron’s kiss. I pressed my fingers to my mouth, desperate to wipe away the lingering sensation of him, but it was futile. The warmth of his lips, the raw intensity of the kiss—it was all burned into my memory. How dare he? Anger and confusion swirled within me as I pushed open the heavy doors that led outside. Rain poured from the heavens, soaking me instantly, but I didn’t care. The cold droplets felt grounding, washing away the chaos threatening to consume me. I couldn’t understand why I let myself kiss him back. After everything he and his brothers had done, after the pain and humiliation they’d inflicted on me, how could I betray myself like that? I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. No. This can’t happen again. I can’t let them mess with my head anymore. I have to stay strong.A low growl echoed in my mind. “Good,” my wolf, Nyra, said. “Use that anger, Elowen. Let it fu
Elowen POV "Then you need to try harder," I said, my voice trembling. "Because all you’re doing is making this worse."Theron stepped closer, the rain dripping from his hair onto his face. His expression was raw, vulnerable, a side of him I rarely saw. "I don’t know how to stay away, Elowen. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, it pulls me in. I can’t fight it anymore."I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. "You don’t get to say that, Theron. Not after everything you and your brothers have done to me."His jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "I know," he said quietly. "I know I’ve hurt you, and I’ll never forgive myself for it. But I—" He hesitated, his voice faltering. "I can’t stand seeing you with Kael. It drives me insane. The thought of him touching you, holding you... I can’t bear it.""Do you think that makes this any better?" I snapped, anger rising in my chest again. "Do you think jealousy excuses the way you’ve treated me? It doesn’t, The
Elowen's POVThe rain had finally stopped by the time I reached my room, though the storm inside me raged on. My hands were trembling as I locked the door behind me, my wet clothes clinging to my skin like an unwelcome reminder of everything that had just happened.Ranon.Theron. Alaric. Kael.Why couldn’t they leave me alone? Why did they have to keep complicating my life when I was already barely holding it together?I sank onto the edge of my bed, my fingers brushing over my lips again, the ghost of Theron’s kiss still lingering. It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way he looked at me afterward, as if I were the only thing that mattered in his world.I wanted to hate him for it. I wanted to hate all of them.But the truth was, I couldn’t shake the way my heart betrayed me every time they were near.A sharp knock at the door broke through my thoughts, making me jump.“Elowen, it’s Kael,” came the familiar voice.I hesitated, my emotions still raw from everything that had happened. “Go
Elowen’s POV As soon as the door shut, sealing me off from the outside world, I felt the dam inside me break. I rushed to the bathroom, needing the small, confined space to hold myself together, but the second I caught my reflection in the mirror, I shattered. My face was pale, my eyes red-rimmed, and my hair was still damp from the rain. The girl staring back at me looked like a stranger—lost, broken, and utterly defeated. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I tried to steady myself. But the pain was too much, the emotions swirling inside me too overwhelming. “What’s wrong with me?” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears blurred my vision. I sank to the tiled floor, pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs I’d been holding back finally escaped. It was all too much—the betrayal, the lies, the endless cycle of pain and confusion. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? Why did they all have to worm their way into my heart only to twist the knife dee
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