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The Triplet's Bullied Mate I'm the one driving you insane?
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-01The Triplet's Bullied Mate And yet, here I am
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-01The Triplet's Bullied Mate I'm outside your house
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-01The Triplet's Bullied Mate So... pathetic?
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-01The Triplet's Bullied Mate why her?
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-01The Triplet's Bullied Mate Guilt had no place in this game
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-02The Triplet's Bullied Mate This was only the beginning.
Ranon’s POVThe rain hadn’t let up, drenching us both as we walked in silence. Elowen was shivering, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She didn’t look at me, her gaze fixed on the ground, and I could feel the fragile cracks in her resolve. Good. This was my chance to turn her against the others and bring her to me. She didn’t need to know the truth, not yet. Right now, all she needed was to believe the lie I was weaving. I slowed my pace, glancing at her from the corner of my eye. She was soaked to the bone, her lips pale and trembling. A perfect picture of vulnerability. “Here,” I said softly, shrugging off my jacket and draping it over her shoulders. She flinched slightly at the contact, her wide, tear-streaked eyes darting to mine. “I’m fine,” she muttered, trying to shrug it off, but I held it firmly in place. “You’re freezing,” I countered, letting my voice carry just the right amount of concern. “Don’t be stubborn.” She hesitated, then finally relented, pull
Last Updated : 2024-12-02The Triplet's Bullied Mate I can’t escape her.
Theron’s POV The bitter burn of alcohol slid down my throat, but it did nothing to dull the storm inside me. Bottle after bottle, I drank, hoping, praying to drown the thoughts of her. Elowen. Her name alone sent a fresh wave of anger and longing surging through me. “Damn you,” I growled, slamming the empty bottle onto the table. The glass rattled but didn’t shatter. I wished it had. I wished for destruction—something to match the chaos inside me. My wolf howled in my head, clawing at my consciousness, begging me to turn back. She’s ours, he snarled. You can’t escape her. “Shut up,” I muttered, dragging myself to my feet. The room spun slightly, but I didn’t care. The ache in my chest was unbearable, and I needed to make it stop. Before I knew it, I was behind the wheel, the rain pelting against the windshield as I drove aimlessly through the night. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The alcohol buzz made my movements sluggish, but
Last Updated : 2024-12-03
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The Triplet's Bullied Mate How dare he touch her?
Alaric’s POV My fists were still trembling, the residual adrenaline of the confrontation coursing through my veins. I could feel the dull throb of the scrape on my knuckles from where they’d connected with Lysander’s arrogant jaw—a sharp, satisfying impact that had barely scratched the surface of the consuming fury that still burned within me. How dare he touch her? How dare he look at her with that possessive glint in his eyes, as if she were some prize to be won, something to conquer? The possessive rage was a living thing inside me, a primal fire threatening to consume me whole. My wolf was clawing just beneath the surface, snarling and restless, demanding blood. Demanding retribution. Demanding justice for the blatant disrespect. But beneath the burning rage, a flicker of something colder, more unsettling, remained. She’d looked… scared. Not of him. Of me. I replayed the chaotic scene over and over in my mind as I stormed down the deserted corridor, the air around me prac
The Triplet's Bullied Mate You don’t talk with your hands on someone else’s mate.
Elowen’s POV Next morning the academy's cafeteria hummed with the chaotic symphony of midday: the incessant clatter of ceramic trays against metal surfaces, the low murmur of countless conversations weaving together, punctuated by the occasional burst of unrestrained laughter erupting from various clusters of students. I had sought refuge at a secluded table near the far wall, a steaming cup of lukewarm tea clutched in my hands, my thoughts adrift somewhere between the intricate strategies discussed in Professor Vance’s tactics lecture and the stolen, breathless intimacy of our rooftop rendezvous. The triplets were currently immersed in mandatory combat training, a rigorous session reserved for high-ranking shifters, and I had deliberately chosen this quieter hour to slip away, craving a moment of solitary contemplation. For once, the relentless demands of academy life seemed to recede, leaving a fragile semblance of peace in its wake. That fleeting tranquility shattered the moment
The Triplet's Bullied Mate “You know what I mean, don’t you, Ranon?
Elowen’s POV Before I could even form a coherent response, he captured my lips with a fierce, possessive hunger, his hands moving with a renewed urgency, exploring every inch of exposed skin with a desperate need. The lingering tension from our sparring match dissolved into a raw, primal desire that mirrored my own burgeoning need. His knee nudged my legs apart with a subtle command, and he settled his weight more fully against me, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against the slick heat gathering between my thighs. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body arching instinctively into his, a silent plea for connection. I needed him, wanted him, with a ferocity that eclipsed anything I had ever felt before. With a low, guttural groan that rumbled deep in his chest, he entered me, filling me completely. His pace was slow, deliberate, each thrust a measured exploration, the rhythm designed to stoke the already blazing fires within me until they burned hotter than the midda
The Triplet's Bullied Mate This… connection between us. It’s different. Fiercer.
Elowen's POV “I love this version of you, Ranon,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “The one that’s not afraid to want me, to claim me.” He looked down at me, his amber eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive light. “Then I’ll show you all of me, Elowen. Every single part.” His gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there for a breathless moment before returning to my eyes, filled with a raw intensity that made my heart pound. He shifted, his weight pressing more fully against me, the hard planes of his body a stark reminder of his strength, his possessiveness. “You feel it too, don’t you, Elowen?” he murmured, his voice thick with a desire that mirrored my own burgeoning need. “This… connection between us. It’s different. Fiercer.” I nodded, unable to articulate the complex emotions swirling within me. The bond I shared with all three of them was unique, a tapestry woven with different threads of affection, passion, and unwavering loyalty. But there was a raw, untamed in
The Triplet's Bullied Mate I love this version of you, Ranon.
Elowen’s POVThe sun, a molten orb sinking towards the horizon, cast long, dramatic shadows across the secluded sparring field nestled behind the ancient stone walls of the academy. Golden rays, thick and warm, bled across the soft, yielding grass, painting the familiar landscape in hues of amber and rose. The other students, their energy spent after the rigorous combat class, had long since scattered back to the relative comfort of their quarters, but I had lingered, my body still thrumming with the residual adrenaline of earlier matches, and my heart… still a tangled mess of conflicting emotions that the physical exertion hadn’t quite managed to unravel.“I knew you’d wait.”The deep, familiar timbre of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly.Ranon stepped out of the long shadows cast by the ancient oak trees bordering the training ground, his presence as always both silent and undeniably solid. His dark training shirt clung to the sculpted lines of his torso, damp w
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Tempting offer, little witch. Very tempting indeed.
Elowen’s POVThe echoing halls of the academy pulsed with the raw, untamed energy of morning, a palpable hum of anticipation and nervous excitement as students streamed towards their respective classrooms. Today was combat day, a stark reminder of the volatile world we inhabited, where grudges often manifested as bruises and the subtle dance of flirtation could ignite into something far more dangerous, far more real. The sharp, metallic scent of steel mingled with the faint, musky tang of sweat already permeating the air, a sensory cocktail that spoke of both discipline and potential violence.I walked with a deliberate stride between Alaric and Theron, their presence a comforting, possessive shield against the curious and often hostile gazes that followed me like persistent shadows. Ranon trailed a step behind, his movements fluid and silent, a dark, watchful presence that lingered even when he didn’t utter a single word. The other students parted as we moved through the crowded corr
The Triplet's Bullied Mate If it is, I officially vote we cancel it.
Elowen’s POVSunlight, a gentle intruder, seeped through the delicate weave of the sheer curtains, painting intricate golden patterns across the rumpled expanse of the bed. I stirred slowly, my muscles pleasantly relaxed, the lingering warmth of three strong, possessive bodies anchoring me to the soft, yielding mattress like invisible tethers.I was cocooned in a comforting heat – Ranon’s muscular arm slung possessively across my waist, his fingers splayed against the curve of my stomach, a silent claim even in sleep. Behind me, I could hear the soft, even rhythm of Alaric’s breathing, a deep, reassuring sound that filled the quiet room. Theron, ever the early riser, wasn’t physically touching me at the moment, but his lingering scent, a heady blend of spice and something uniquely his own, still clung to the sheets and pillows, a potent reminder of the passionate hours we had shared. I could still feel the phantom warmth of his demanding kisses from the night before, the way his touch
The Triplet's Bullied Mate And without hesitation, he filled me, his length stretching the aching walls, hitting the spot Ranon had barely grazed..
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
The Triplet's Bullied Mate Ranon gently guided my hands upwards, a wordless demand that I obey....
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
