All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elowen’s POVThe night was cold, the scent of smoke and blood still lingering in the air as I walked away.I didn’t look back.Not at the ruins of the kingdom I had destroyed.Not at the three brothers I had shattered.Not at the ghosts of what could have been.This was what I had wanted—revenge.So why did it feel so hollow?I walked aimlessly, my boots sinking into the damp earth. My heart pounded, but my mind was louder."We chose you, Elowen."Theron’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.I clenched my fists, shaking my head. No. They don’t get to say that. Not after everything."You still want them."My wolf’s voice was quiet but firm in my mind.I stopped, my breath catching in my throat.No, I don’t."Liar."I gritted my teeth, anger curling in my chest.They ruined me."And yet your heart still beats for them."I sucked in a sharp breath. You’re wrong."Am I?"A gust of wind howled through the trees, carrying the scent of rain. A storm was coming.I pulled my cloak tighter

Alaric’s POV I never thought I would be the kind of man who chased after someone. But here I was. Trying. For her. Elowen had given us one chance—just one. And I wasn’t about to waste it. The next morning, I found myself waiting for her outside the academy’s main building, leaning against the cold stone pillars. The early morning breeze was crisp, but my nerves made it hard to focus on anything else. I was never nervous. I was never the one doubting myself. But Elowen made me feel things I didn’t understand—things I didn’t deserve to feel. And now, for the first time in my life, I wanted to be better. I saw her before she saw me. She walked with quiet determination, her dark hair catching the morning light, her sharp eyes scanning the campus like she was expecting another fight. She had spent too much of her life fighting. And a large part of that? It was my fault. I clenched my fists, exhaling slowly. I had spent years being a bastard to her, humiliating her, making

Alaric’s POV The rain soaked through every inch of our clothes, but I didn’t care. Elowen was in my arms, her body pressed against mine, her lips moving in perfect rhythm with mine, and for the first time in my life, I felt whole. She was fire and ice, soft and fierce, a storm raging against my skin, and I wanted more. I traced my fingers along her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin despite the cold rain. Her breath hitched when I tilted her head, deepening the kiss, our mouths moving with raw, unrestrained hunger. She gripped the front of my shirt, her fingers tightening as if she was afraid to let go. Good. Because I wasn’t letting her go. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her—her lips swollen, her golden eyes dazed, her breath uneven. Beautiful. Utterly beautiful. “Elowen…” I murmured, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. Her lashes fluttered, her body still pressed against mine as if she didn’t trust herself to stand on her own. She swallowed, her voi

Elowen’s POV The next day at the academy, the corridors felt colder than ever. I moved through the halls with my head held high, yet every step was weighted with lingering doubts and memories that I’d rather forget. The storm from last night had passed, but the thunder of my conflicted heart still rumbled beneath my ribs. I arrived at the courtyard early—hoping to catch a few moments of solitude—only to find them already gathered in a tight, tense circle near the ancient fountain. Theron stood in the center, his dark eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for an answer. Alaric leaned casually against a stone pillar, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a pensive, almost guarded look. Ranon, quiet and intense, stood close by, his gaze fixed on me with an unreadable expression. I paused at the edge of the group. Their eyes followed my every step, and I felt as though I were being dissected by memories of every cruel word, every act of humiliation they’d once inflicted upon me. Ye

Elowen's POV The drive had been long. By the time Theron pulled off the road and parked beside a secluded lake, dawn was already painting the horizon in delicate shades of pink and gold. The rain had stopped, leaving the world dewy and fresh, and the silence between us was no longer heavy with the weight of the past—it was something else now, something fragile but full of unspoken promises. I stepped out of the truck, my boots sinking into the damp earth, the cool morning breeze wrapping around me like a whisper. I heard the door close behind me, felt his presence as he walked up beside me. Theron didn’t speak at first. Instead, he reached out, tucking a strand of damp hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered for just a second longer than necessary, brushing against my skin like a fleeting caress. My heart stuttered, and I hated how easily he still affected me. “I never thought I’d see you like this,” he murmured, his voice low, intimate. “Like what?” I asked, turning to mee