The Triplet's Bullied Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Elowen’s POVI walked away from Ranon, feeling his glare burn into my back. But I didn’t stop. Didn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin.I had more important things to worry about.Like the storm raging inside me.Theron.That kiss.The way my body had betrayed me, melting into his touch when I should have shoved him away immediately.I gritted my teeth, pushing through the academy doors and making my way toward the dorms. I needed to be alone. I needed space to think, to breathe.But, of course, fate had other plans.Because the moment I stepped inside, I came face-to-face with the last person I wanted to see.Theron.He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, as if he’d been waiting for me. His dark eyes locked onto mine the second I entered, and something in his gaze sent my pulse skittering.I forced myself to keep my expression blank. “Are you following me now?”He pushed off the wall, taking a slow step toward me. “You walked away

Elowen's POV The kiss deepened, igniting a fire that coursed through my veins. Theron’s hands roamed my back, pulling me against him, and I could feel the strength in his muscles as he held me close. The world beyond us was a distant echo, fading into nothingness as we lost ourselves in each other.“Is this really happening?” I murmured against his lips, the words barely escaping as I surrendered to the moment.“Yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with urgency. “And it’s everything I’ve wanted.” I shivered at the intensity in his gaze, the way it bore into me like he was seeing straight through to my soul. “But what if we get caught?” My heart raced, torn between exhilaration and fear. “Let them catch us,” he said, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “Let them see that we’re not afraid anymore.” His confidence was intoxicating, and I felt myself leaning into it, a part of me craving the defiance. “You’re reckless,” I replied, my voice playful despite the weight of my uncertainty.

Theron’s POV She left. I sat there, fists clenched, watching the door she had just walked out of. My wolf snarled inside me, furious, restless. Go after her. Stop her. Make her stay. But I didn’t move. Because I knew Elowen. I knew chasing her wouldn’t change anything. She was scared. Not of me. Not of what we had done. She was scared because last night hadn’t been a mistake. And she felt it, just like I did. I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. My body still ached from the night before, the memory of her touch burned into my skin, into my bones. She had let me in. For the first time, she had let go of her hatred, her walls, everything. And now she was trying to pretend it didn’t mean anything. I cursed under my breath, standing up. I couldn’t just sit here. Not when I knew where she was going. Not when I knew why she was running. I dressed quickly, throwing on a shirt and pulling on my boots. My mind was already racing, trying to p

Elowen’s POV The weight of Theron’s words lingered between us, heavy and unshakable. "You won’t." I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. But belief wasn’t enough. Not when we were up against his father—a man who had slaughtered my pack, driven my mother into hiding, and sent rogues after me like I was nothing more than a problem to be erased. Belief wouldn’t stop what was coming. War would. Theron took another step toward me, his presence solid, unwavering. “Elowen—” I turned sharply, my back to him. “We need to move.” A pause. Then, “Where?” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. “To prepare.” Because if his father wanted a fight— I was going to give him one. We moved through the trees in silence, our footsteps barely making a sound against the damp forest floor. The academy was close, but I wasn’t going back. Not yet. I needed answers. I needed a plan. And there was only one place I could get both. “The old ruins,” I said, more to myself than to Theron.

Elowen’s POVThe air in the chamber was thick with the scent of burning magic, of something ancient unraveling. The altar groaned under the weight of my spell, cracks spreading like veins across its stone surface.Adrian was on his knees, his golden eyes wide with fury and something I never thought I’d see—fear.His power was slipping away.The pack bonds had shattered.Every wolf connected to him—his enforcers, his warriors—was severed. Their loyalty was no longer bound by magic. His control over them was gone.And he knew it.“You think this is over?” Adrian’s voice was hoarse, but still laced with venom. His gaze flicked to Theron, Alaric, and Ranon, his lips curling into a sneer. “You think breaking an altar makes you free?”Theron stepped closer, his fists clenched. Blood dripped from a cut on his brow, his chest heaving with adrenaline. “No,” he said coldly. “But it makes you weak.”Adrian let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t understand the forces you’ve unleashed