The Triplet's Bullied Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Elowen’s POV The grand mansion felt colder than usual. The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled before a storm. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, as if echoing the battle that was brewing inside my mind.I stood by the fireplace, watching the flames dance, the embers flickering like dying stars. My thoughts were restless, tangled with strategies and dangers. I knew what we had to do. I knew the risk.But knowing didn’t make it easier.Footsteps approached behind me—steady, purposeful. I didn’t need to turn around. I could feel him.“You’re thinking too much.”Alaric’s deep voice was softer than usual, but there was an edge to it, a tightness that told me he was just as unsettled as I was.“I have to think,” I murmured, still watching the fire. “Your uncle isn’t like your father. He won’t be reckless.”“He’ll be ruthless,” Alaric corrected, stepping closer until his body heat curled around me.I turned slightly, meeting his stormy blue gaze. The firelight refl

Elowen's POV My back hit the bed, my legs dangling over the side. The guys followed, their weight pinning me to the mattress. I gasped, my nails digging into Theron's back, as his teeth grazed the side of my neck. "You're going to regret this, little witch," he purred. "Regret ever denying us." A shiver rolled down my spine at his words. "You're ours," Ranon whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "And we're never letting you go." "Never," Alaric growled, his fingers tightening around my hips. My body was on fire, my mind clouded by desire. "Touch me," I whispered, arching my back. "Please." Alaric's grip tightened as he pushed the hem of my dress higher, his thumb grazing my inner thigh. Theron's lips moved down, tracing the curve of my collarbone. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, his teeth nipping. Heat pooled in my core. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his lips trailing lower. "I want to see how sweet you are." My head fell back as his fingers dipped b

Elowen’s POVThe room was heavy with the aftermath of something I couldn’t quite name. The air was thick, almost suffocating, carrying the scent of sweat, desire, and something darker—something that felt like inevitability. My skin still burned where their hands had been, my lips tender from their kisses. I lay between them, my body pressed against Alaric’s warmth, his arm draped possessively over my waist. Ranon’s fingers traced idle patterns on my arm, his touch light but deliberate, as if he were memorizing the feel of my skin. Theron, ever the brooding enigma, sat at the edge of the bed, his back rigid, his breathing uneven. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken.Reality crashed over me like a tidal wave, cold and unrelenting.What have I done?This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to want them. I wasn’t supposed to let them in. This was supposed to be about revenge, about making them feel the pain they had caused me. But somewhere along the way,

Elowen’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating.After my encounter with Ranon on the balcony, I had barely taken a step inside before Theron closed the distance between us. His presence was overwhelming, his golden eyes filled with something unreadable.Something dangerous."You shouldn't let Ranon get too close," Theron murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.I tilted my chin up defiantly. "And why not? Afraid he’ll steal me away?"A muscle in his jaw ticked. "I don’t need to be afraid of something that won’t happen."I scoffed, stepping around him, but he caught my wrist, stopping me. His grip was firm yet careful, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to hold on or let go."Let me go, Theron," I said, but my voice betrayed me, coming out softer than I intended.His fingers loosened, but he didn’t release me completely. Instead, he tugged me just enough that I stumbled slightly—right into his chest.I inhaled sharply.His scent wrapped around me, intoxicating, maddening."You

Elowen’s POV The discussion continued long into the night. Maps were spread out across the grand dining table of their mansion, books piled high, and notes scribbled across parchment as we tried to piece together the truth behind their uncle’s obsession with my blood.I leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, scanning the worn-out pages of an ancient book. “It says here that witch blood from a royal lineage has the power to either strengthen a bloodline… or destroy it.”Theron’s gaze darkened. “That means he’s not just after power—he’s afraid of what you can do.”Alaric clenched his jaw. “That bastard always knew. That’s why he sent those rogues after you.”Ranon exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “And if he gets his hands on you, he’ll use that blood for a ritual. Either to enhance himself or to wipe us out completely.”A chill ran down my spine. I already knew my blood was a threat to their lineage, but I hadn’t realized just how much power it held over them.I closed