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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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate And now it was evening.
Elowen's POV The rest of the day passed in a blur of quiet contentment.After breakfast, the triplets had busied themselves with errands, meetings, and training. I’d stayed back, curled up in the sunlit sitting room with a book I barely managed to read, my thoughts drifting back again and again to the way Ranon’s lips brushed my neck in the kitchen, the way Alaric’s hand lingered at the small of my back, the teasing glint in Theron’s silver eyes when he caught me staring at him across the table.And now it was evening.The sky outside glowed in hues of rose and indigo, fading slowly into the deep blue of night. Tiny stars were just beginning to dot the horizon when I heard the door open and their familiar footsteps echo through the hall.I set down the book and stood, smoothing my sweater nervously even though I didn’t know why.They came into view one by one — Alaric first, his golden-brown hair slightly mussed from the wind and his sharp eyes immediately softening when they landed
The Triplet's Bullied Mate She’s tempting all of us, Ranon!
Elowen's POV “Mmm,” he hummed against my skin, a low, contented sound that vibrated through me. “Smells better than I expected. Didn’t know you could cook, little witch. You’ve been holding out on us.” “You’d be surprised what I can do when no one’s watching,” I murmured, a mischievous glint in my eye, letting my voice drop to a low, suggestive whisper. At that, his arms tightened, pulling me even closer, and he chuckled low, the sound rumbling against my back, sending shivers through me. “Don’t tempt me this early, Elowen. My self-control isn’t quite fully online yet.” Before I could reply, another voice, smooth and amused, cut in from the doorway. “She’s tempting all of us, Ranon,” Theron drawled, running a hand through his dark, slightly rumpled hair as he leaned lazily against the doorframe, his posture a mirror of Ranon’s earlier stance. His eyes, sharp and assessing, swept over me in Alaric’s oversized sweater, taking in every detail, then narrowed slightly, though the
The Triplet's Bullied Mate It felt… good, somehow.
Elowen's POV When I woke, the sun was already spilling through the antique lace curtains in a warm, golden haze, painting intricate patterns of light and shadow across the bedroom floor. The air was cool against my bare skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and the lingering warmth of bodies pressed close. For a moment, I lay perfectly still, my eyes closed, listening to the quiet, rhythmic symphony of their breathing. In, out, a steady cadence that grounded me, affirming their presence. They were still here. All three of them. A deep, irrational fear that they might have been a dream, or that my choice at the river would somehow sever our bond, eased itself, releasing a soft sigh from my lips. Alaric was stretched on his back beside me, an arm thrown loosely over my waist, anchoring me gently to the mattress. His jaw was shadowed with the faint stubble of a night’s growth, and his dark hair was tousled in a way that made him look younger, softer, more vulnerable than I was
The Triplet's Bullied Mate My mind just… races.
Elowen's POV I stepped out of the car, wrapping my arms around myself, and tilted my head back, taking in the breathtaking expanse of the sky. It was stunning, a masterpiece of cosmic artistry, the Milky Way a pale, luminous river flowing across the blackness. All three of them stood around me silently, forming an unspoken circle of protection, as though even they were reluctant to break the profound spell of the moment. Their presence was a warm shield against the biting cold, a tangible manifestation of their devotion. Then Ranon moved first—coming up behind me with a silent grace, slipping his powerful arms around my waist and resting his chin lightly on my shoulder, his breath warm against my ear. His fingers laced together across my stomach, holding me close. “You never get used to it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, a primal purr vibrating through my back. I leaned back against him, letting my weight settle into his solid strength. “The stars?” I asked softly, m
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