บททั้งหมดของ The Triplet's Bullied Mate: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

Elowen's POV Ranon didn’t move immediately after making his declaration.His arm was still gently looped around my waist, his chest rising and falling with quiet intensity, like he was holding back every raging emotion inside him. I could feel the heat of his skin, the subtle tremble in his fingers. He had just said all of that—to everyone—and still stood tall, unwavering.But as the whispers grew fainter and the students slowly began to disperse, the only sound I could hear was the thunder of my own heartbeat.“Come with me,” Ranon said softly, his lips brushing the edge of my ear.I nodded, barely able to find my voice.He led me away from the garden path, around the back of the Academy grounds, through the small gates that led to the older training fields. The moon cast a pale silver glow over the grass, and the quiet hum of crickets filled the night air.We stopped near the edge of the field, where the trees started. The shadows danced across his face, but even in the dim light,

Elowen’s POVRanon didn’t let go of me for a long time.We stood beneath the moonlight, the soft hush of night surrounding us, his arms around my waist like he could shield me from whatever threat Caelum represented.But no embrace, no wall of muscle and fury, could quiet the fire building beneath my skin. Not this time.“I don’t trust him,” Ranon said, voice low and dangerous, his chin resting against the crown of my head. “Not with that power. Not with those eyes. And especially not with you.”“I don’t either,” I whispered. “But he knows something. Something about me. About my bloodline.”He pulled back just enough to look at me. “Elowen, don’t chase answers from someone who sees you as a weapon.”“He doesn’t see me as a weapon,” I murmured. “He sees me as a queen who doesn’t know she’s already wearing a crown.”Ranon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing like the words had cut deeper than they should’ve. “You’re ours, Elowen. Not his. Don’t let him twist what we’ve built.”“I’m not le

Elowen’s POVThe next morning training courtyard buzzed with energy, but beneath it all, I felt a tension inside me like a bowstring pulled too tight.Theron’s words from last night still clung to me: I believe you.And yet, I woke up this morning feeling heavier. Like I was wearing a second skin made of doubt, stitched from every look, every whispered word behind my back, every way I had to hold myself together when I really just wanted to fall apart.I joined the others late.Alaric was already sparring with two older students in one of the inner rings, and Ranon stood by the weapons rack, hands gripping the hilt of a training sword too tightly. He hadn’t looked at me since Caelum’s arrival.Because he doesn’t trust me… or because he knows he’s starting to doubt himself?Caelum stood at the edge of the field, watching everything like it was a chessboard, his golden eyes a constant, quiet burn on the back of my neck.The Academy had given him instructor privileges. Of course they had

Elowen’s POVThe silence in the Academy was a suffocating blanket, heavy with unspoken truths and the tremor of impending change. It wasn’t the peaceful hush of a sleeping forest, but the strained stillness before a lightning strike, the air thick with a tension that prickled my skin.Since Caelum’s pronouncements had shattered the carefully constructed reality I’d known, I felt like a fractured mirror, each shard reflecting a distorted version of myself. Something primal had awakened within me, a dormant power stirring from its ancient slumber. It pulsed beneath my veins, a low, insistent hum that vibrated through my bones, a wild and untamed thing that both terrified and intrigued me.The following morning was a blur of avoidance. I skirted the familiar paths where I might encounter Theron’s simmering fury, Alaric’s quiet concern, or even Ranon’s possessive gaze. Their worry would feel like a cage, their need to protect me a suffocating weight. I wasn’t ready to be handled, to be s

Ranon’s POVShe was really slipping away. The realization was a slow, agonizing unraveling, like a precious tapestry being pulled thread by thread. It wasn’t a conscious decision on her part, not a deliberate act of distancing. Elowen’s heart, when given, was a fierce, unwavering thing. There were no lukewarm affections in her soul. This was something more profound, more elemental. Like a fragile skiff caught in the relentless pull of an unseen current, drawn towards a distant, powerful shore I couldn’t even glimpse. It was as if a stronger moon had begun to govern her tides, an astral influence I was powerless to counteract.Every time she walked past me in the Academy halls, her very presence thrumming with a nascent magic that shimmered just beneath her skin, a faint, ethereal glow that seemed to emanate from her very bones, I felt it. It was a subtle shift in her aura, a deepening of the shadows that lingered in the depths of her usually vibrant eyes, a quiet intensity that separa