Todos los capítulos de The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Elowen’s POV Days passed, and with each moment, I felt Alaric slipping deeper into my web. It was almost laughable how easy it was. The mighty, ruthless Alaric—the one who once looked down on me, who rejected and humiliated me—was now utterly consumed by me. And I was loving every second of it.I saw it in the way his eyes darkened every time I walked into a room. The way his wolf prowled beneath the surface, possessive, restless, desperate. He tried to hide it, tried to act unaffected, but I could feel his restraint cracking. I made sure of it. Every touch. Every lingering glance. Every teasing smirk. I was breaking him.And tonight, I would push him over the edge. ---The academy ballroom was filled with students, the chandeliers casting golden light over the swirling crowd. Music played softly in the background, but I barely heard it. My focus was on one thing. Or rather, one person. Alaric stood near the balcony, his broad shoulders tense, his sharp jaw clenched.

Elowen’s POV Alaric’s grip on my wrist was unrelenting, his body radiating fury as he dragged me through the ballroom. His wolf was raging, clawing at his control, barely restrained. But before we could take another step— Theron moved.One second, he was standing behind us, watching with his usual detached amusement. The next— He had me in his arms. Alaric barely had time to react before Theron’s hand slid behind my neck, his grip firm, dominant, undeniable.And then— He kissed me.In front of everyone.The world stopped the moment Theron’s lips crashed against mine.The heat of his body, the firm grip of his hand behind my neck—it was commanding, possessive, undeniable. He kissed me not like a lover but like a conqueror, like a king taking what he already considered his.Gasps rippled through the ballroom, the soft hum of music forgotten beneath the weight of shock.I barely registered them.Because all I could feel was Alaric.His rage.His wolf snapping at the edges of

Elowen’s POV "You are a disgrace, Miss Stormwood." His words hung in the air like a blade poised to strike. I narrowed my eyes, refusing to flinch. "Care to explain what exactly I’ve done?" The principal leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished wooden desk. His gaze burned with contempt. "You know exactly what you’ve done," he spat. "Seducing my sons—all three of them?" His nostrils flared. "You’ve been nothing but a temptress, causing chaos and distraction in this academy." His sons. I clenched my jaw. Alaric. Ranon. Theron. The triplets. I almost laughed. Was that what they were telling him? That I had somehow lured them into my web, like some wicked siren? "That’s quite an accusation," I mused, tilting my head. "You’re saying your sons—three powerful, fully grown alphas—are so weak-willed that they fell for a single girl’s charms?" His fist slammed against the desk. "Watch your tongue!" he snapped. "I will not tolerate your disrespect." Disrespect? He was t

Ranon’s POV I watched her walk away, her scent still clinging to my skin like a fucking brand. She thought she was in control. Thought she could play me like she was playing the others. And maybe she could. Maybe I was letting her. But there was one thing she didn’t understand. She was mine. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless and hungry. He wanted to chase, to take what already belonged to us. "She’s testing us," my wolf snarled. "Let her play. It won’t change what’s already decided." He was right. I wasn’t worried. Not about Alaric. Not about Theron. They were already falling apart for her. But me? I wasn’t going to break. I was going to make her see. That no matter how much she toyed with us… No matter how many games she played… In the end, she would end up in my arms. Because there was no running from this. From me. The academy hallways were dimly lit, the usual noise replaced by a soft hush. Most students were in their dorms, but

Elowen's POV We pulled up to the estate in silence. Ranon killed the engine, looking over at me with a smug expression. "We're here." I nodded, unbuckling my seat belt and slipping out of the car. He met me around the back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched me. "You can admit defeat, sweetheart. I won't judge." I rolled my eyes, forcing a neutral expression. "Don't flatter yourself, Ranon. We're not done yet." "So it's a war, then?" I hummed, letting my gaze drag over him. "If that's what you want to call it." He chuckled. "Careful, Elowen. I don't lose." "Neither do I," I murmured. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin. "Then let's make this interesting, hmm? I'll give you a head start." "A head start for what?" He shrugged. "Just a little something to make it fun." I swallowed, willing my heart to slow down. "And how will we know who wins?" "Whoever breaks first," he said, his voice low and rough. "That sounds easy enough," I breathed, reaching u