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Ranon’s POV The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken words.Elowen wasn’t the type to trust easily—not after everything she had been through, not after everything I had done to her.But she also wasn’t the type to ignore the truth.And the truth was, I wasn’t leaving.I leaned back against the tree trunk, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She was still guarded, still wary, but she hadn’t walked away. That had to count for something.“Do you always sit out here alone?” I asked, breaking the silence.She shrugged. “It’s quiet.”“Quiet is overrated.”That earned me a small smirk. “Says the guy who used to make my life a living hell just to hear me yell at him.”I huffed a laugh. “Fair point.”She shook her head, but there was no anger in her expression. If anything, she looked… tired. Like she was holding too much inside, and for once, she didn’t know what to do with it.“Elowen.” I kept my voice steady, serious. “I don’t expect you to trust me overnight. But I mean

Elowen’s POV The next morning, I walked into the academy feeling like my entire world had tilted on its axis.The whispers started the moment I stepped through the gates."Did you see her with Ranon last night?""First Alaric, then Theron, now Ranon? How many mates does she have?""I bet she’s just playing with them all."I gritted my teeth, keeping my head high as I made my way through the courtyard. I was used to their gossip. Used to the stares. But today, it felt different. Heavier.Because this time, they weren’t entirely wrong.I had kissed Ranon.And I hadn’t stopped him.Not once.I exhaled sharply, trying to push the memory away. The way his lips had claimed mine, the way his hands had held me like I was something precious—it had been intoxicating.And now, I was paying the price for it.“Elowen.”I froze at the sound of his voice.Ranon stood by the academy steps, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk firmly in place. His golden eyes were locked onto me with something unread

Elowen’s POV Alaric’s lips moved against mine with a force that stole the air from my lungs. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His kiss was rough, possessive—devouring. And the worst part? I let him. I melted into him, gripping his soaked shirt, feeling the defined muscles beneath. The heat of him was intoxicating, a dangerous drug that clouded my mind. Somewhere behind us, I heard a sharp breath. Then— “Tch.” Ranon. Alaric pulled away just enough for me to catch the dangerous smirk on his lips. His thumb brushed over my swollen lips as he whispered, “Still fighting it, little wolf?” Before I could snap back, a hand gripped my wrist and yanked me away from Alaric. Ranon. His golden eyes burned as he stared down at me. “Don’t fucking ignore me.” I barely had a second to react before he was kissing me. Where Alaric was fire, Ranon was lightning. His lips moved with a punishing pace, his fingers tangling in my wet

Elowen’s POV The first thing I noticed was the silence.A deadly silence.The storm had passed, leaving behind a suffocating stillness. No wind. No rustling leaves. Just the faint scent of wet earth—And blood.My wolf bristled."Something is wrong," she warned.I turned slowly.Then I felt them.Dozens of glowing eyes emerged from the shadows. Their scent hit me like a wave—rotting flesh, filth, and something wrong.These weren’t ordinary rogues.They moved like predators. Organized. Planned.My stomach tightened.Who sent them?Then I heard a low chuckle.And from the darkness, a tall figure stepped forward.His presence was suffocating, his aura thick with power and cruelty. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he studied me like I was nothing more than prey.“You’re exactly as they described,” he murmured.His voice sent a shiver down my spine.I clenched my fists. “Who are you?”He smirked. “Someone who wants what’s inside you.”Before I could react, a rogue lunged from the s

Elowen’s POVThe air inside the mansion was thick with tension, but it wasn’t the same as before. This was different. Darker.Theron stood by the window, staring out into the storm as if expecting another attack. Ranon was seated on the arm of the leather couch, silent but alert. And Alaric…Alaric hadn’t let go of my hand since I told them the truth.It had been their uncle—not their father—who had sent those rogues after me.The man who had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to seize power after I had destroyed their father’s kingdom.“He won’t stop,” I said, my voice steady despite the weight of my exhaustion. “He wants what your father wanted—my blood.”Alaric’s grip on me tightened. “Then we’ll end him.”“It’s not that simple,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as I pushed myself up. My body still ached from the fight, but I couldn’t sit still. “Your uncle isn’t just any Alpha. He’s been planning this for years, maybe even longer than your father.”Theron exhaled