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But I’m not the only one playing, am I?

Elowen's POV The tension in the air was thick as I made my way through the halls, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The whispers continued behind me, but I paid them no mind. My focus was on one thing only: the game I was playing, the plan I had set in motion, and the power I was slowly reclaiming for myself. Every move I made, every word I spoke—it was all a calculated step toward my ultimate goal. And today, I’d made a significant move. Ranon had been quiet ever since our encounter, his silence telling me everything I needed to know. The way he looked at me, the way his gaze lingered longer than it should have—he was intrigued, and that gave me the upper hand. As I turned the corner toward the courtyard, I saw him again. Ranon. This time, though, he was with his brothers. Alaric, Theron, and Kael were standing in a tight circle, their postures stiff and their conversations muted. But as soon as I entered the space, their heads turned. The moment I laid eyes on th

That felt damn good.

Elowen’s POV The sun was setting as I walked through the academy grounds, the golden light casting long shadows across the path. My thoughts were racing, but my mind kept returning to one single point: revenge. Everything had led to this moment, to the game I was about to play. No more hesitation. No more fear. It had been a day since I stood before the triplets, made my bold statement, and I could feel the change in the air. The tension was palpable, swirling around me like a storm ready to burst. The whispers had intensified, and I knew they were watching. But the look in their eyes now wasn’t one of control or superiority—it was uncertainty. And that... that felt damn good. As I made my way to the training grounds, I could hear their voices before I saw them. Ranon’s deep tone, Alaric’s mocking laughter, and Theron’s quiet words that I couldn’t quite make out. I didn’t need to know exactly what they were saying. I could feel their eyes on me, following my every move as I approa

Witch blood? I’ll use it to take back what’s mine.

Elowen’s POV I stormed out of the academy, my thoughts a swirl of anger and determination. I couldn’t stand it anymore—the triplets, their arrogance, their smug faces. They didn’t understand what I was capable of. But I was about to make them. The path through the woods was familiar, almost comforting in a way. The thick trees shielded me from the world, and I welcomed the solitude. I needed to think, to plan my next move. I was done being the victim. It was time to take control of my own fate. As I approached the secluded cabin where my mother had stayed in hiding all these years, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotion. The resentment toward my father, the betrayal, the isolation—I felt it all. But I couldn’t afford to let those feelings overwhelm me now. I had a bigger purpose. I knocked three times on the heavy wooden door before it creaked open, and there she was—my mother. Her eyes, the same as mine, held a depth of wisdom and sorrow, but there was a quiet strength in them

What the hell is going on here?

Elowen’s POV The next morning, I walked into the academy with my head held high, my mother’s words echoing in my mind. They fear you because they know your potential. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel like the weak, humiliated girl they wanted me to be. Today, I wasn’t going to let anyone step on me. Not anymore. The hallway buzzed with students, the usual murmurs and whispers filling the air. As I strode down the corridor, all eyes turned toward me, some lingering longer than usual. I ignored them, focusing on my newfound determination. And then she appeared—Lisa. Her sickly sweet voice rang out as she stepped into my path, her perfectly manicured nails clutching a notebook she held as though it were a weapon. “Well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Lisa sneered, her lips curling in that familiar condescending smirk. “The academy’s favorite little charity case.” I stopped, my eyes locking onto hers. “Move, Lisa.” My voice was calm, steady, but

What do I make you feel?

Elowen’s POV The tension from the hallway still buzzed under my skin as I walked briskly toward the nearest exit. The cool air from the rain earlier seemed like the only thing that could calm me. My fingers trembled, but not from fear—it was the adrenaline, the fire still coursing through me after everything that had just unfolded. "Elowen!" I ignored the voice calling my name, the sharp tone unmistakably his. I quickened my pace, my boots clicking against the polished floor. “Don’t walk away from me,” Alaric growled behind me, the commanding power in his voice making my steps falter. I stopped but didn’t turn around. “What do you want, Alaric?” I asked, my voice cold, trying to mask the storm of emotions threatening to break loose. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my wrist, firm yet not painful. He spun me around to face him, his towering frame inches away from mine. His dark eyes burned with something I couldn’t quite place—anger, frustration, and something deeper, more dange

Is it because you feel it, too?

Elowen’s POV The hallway felt like it was closing in around me as I stormed out, the taste of Alaric’s kiss still lingering on my lips. My hand trembled as I pressed it against my mouth, trying to erase the memory of his touch, his intensity, the vulnerability in his voice when he said he couldn’t stay away. I hated him. I had to. He was my enemy, the man who had humiliated and broken me countless times. But that kiss—it wasn’t just heat or passion. It was something deeper, something that scared me more than all the pain he had ever caused. The rain outside had started again, but I didn’t care. I pushed through the heavy doors of the academy and let the cold droplets soak me. The chill grounded me, gave me a focus as my emotions threatened to spiral out of control. "Elowen." His voice followed me, deep and commanding, but this time it wasn’t filled with anger. There was a softness in it that made my chest tighten. I didn’t turn around, refusing to let him see the turmoil he w

Spare me the possessive alpha act, Alaric.

Elowen’s POV I stormed down the hallway, my breathing uneven as I tried to shake off the weight of his words. His voice, his touch, his confession—it was too much. He didn’t deserve to have this kind of power over me, and yet he did. “Damn you, Alaric,” I whispered under my breath, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I reached the academy courtyard, where the rain had finally begun to lighten. Students milled around, their eyes darting to me, their whispers following my every step. It didn’t matter. Let them gossip. Let them judge. Nothing they said could hurt me more than he already had. But my steps faltered when I saw him again. Alaric. He was leaning against one of the tall stone pillars, his dark eyes locked onto me the second I stepped outside. His expression was unreadable, a mix of longing, regret, and something else I couldn’t place. "Elowen," he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise of the courtyard like a blade. I froze, my fists clenching at my sides.

The game was on. And this time, I would win.

Elowen’s POV The slap I intended to give him remained frozen in the air, my fingers trembling as I stared into his intense, stormy eyes. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss we’d just shared, and the way he was looking at me—desperate, longing, vulnerable—sent a shiver down my spine. I clenched my jaw, willing myself to stay strong, but my body betrayed me. My heart thundered in my chest, my lips still tingling from his touch. For a fleeting moment, I hated how much power he had over me. And yet, I hated myself more for wanting him despite everything he’d done. No. You have a plan, my wolf, Nyra, growled in my mind, her voice firm. Make him fall for you. Make him regret everything. Her words snapped something in me, and I felt a surge of determination course through my veins. This wasn’t about weakness. This wasn’t about my feelings. This was about revenge. So instead of walking away, instead of pushing him again, I stepped forward. His eyes widened slightly as I re

What? Can’t a girl join in on a game with a bunch of alphas?

Elowen's POV It was late afternoon when I walked into the academy's common area, the usual sounds of chatter and laughter filling the room. I glanced around, my eyes landing on Ranon and his group of friends. They were seated in a circle, passing around an empty bottle and laughing loudly. They were playing one of those typical games—the kind where everyone takes a turn doing something ridiculous or embarrassing. It was the perfect time for me to make my move. I had to admit, seeing Ranon so carefree, surrounded by his friends, irritated me. He had been one of them—the ones who had humiliated me, tormented me without a second thought. But now, he was acting like nothing ever happened. The audacity of him. I could feel the sharp pang of anger rising within me. I was done standing on the sidelines. Today, I would make my presence known. Without hesitation, I walked toward them, a confident stride in my step. I didn’t even flinch as they all turned to stare at me, their surprised fac

dare you to kiss one of these guys.

Elowen’s POV The game continued, but the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. What started out as a simple bottle-spinning challenge had turned into something much more intense. Every time the bottle spun, the tension between us grew thicker, and with it, the dare escalating. We were no longer just playing for fun. This had turned into a battle of egos, of pride, and of revenge. I could feel all eyes on me, especially Ranon’s. His gaze was intense, but his lips were pressed tightly together as if holding back something—something dangerous. I could see the flicker of frustration in his eyes, and it fueled me further. This was my moment. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand, and let the game continue. But I wasn’t going to let things go on without taking control. The bottle spun again, slower this time, and it finally stopped. I was expecting it to land on one of the guys, but instead, the bottle pointed directly at me. I could hear a few chuckles, and Alisa’s voice broke t

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