All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Elowen’s POVBy the time we finally stumbled back towards the mansion, the torrential downpour had softened to a persistent drizzle, clinging to our clothes and hair like a damp, cool mist. The world around us seemed to shimmer, washed clean and glistening, but the internal storm within me had finally begun to subside, replaced by a fragile sense of peace. My fingers were still entwined with Theron’s, his hand surprisingly warm despite the chill in the air, a tangible link between us that felt both comforting and charged with a renewed energy. The softness in his eyes, a reflection of the vulnerability we had shared in the rain, made it difficult to look away, as if breaking the connection might shatter the delicate truce we had forged.The moment we stepped through the grand, imposing front doors of the mansion, the familiar warmth of the interior enveloped us, a stark contrast to the cold dampness we carried with us. But the welcoming heat was immediately overshadowed by a palpable

Elowen’s POVLost in the quiet sanctuary of Alaric’s embrace, time seemed to dissolve, the gentle rhythm of his breathing and the steady beat of his heart a soothing lullaby that gradually eased the lingering tremors within me. The firelight danced across the aged spines of the books lining the library walls, casting a warm, golden glow that painted the scene with an intimate tenderness, a stark contrast to the storm-swept intensity of my earlier encounter with Theron.Wrapped in his quiet strength, I felt a profound sense of peace settle over me, a feeling of being truly held, not just physically, but emotionally, by a man who had witnessed my every fall and every hesitant rise. Every time my gaze drifted to his face, etched with the familiar lines of concern and quiet determination, I saw beyond the formidable warrior, the strategic mind that guided our people. I saw the boy who had stood silently in the shadows, a steadfast guardian during my most vulnerable moments, a silent promi

Elowen’s POV The firelight painted the scene with a primal intimacy, casting long, dancing shadows that intertwined our naked bodies on the thick fur rug. Alaric’s breath hitched as my gaze drifted lower, a silent invitation to shed the last vestiges of restraint. His molten silver eyes, no longer guarded, burned with a raw, untamed desire that mirrored the insistent thrumming in my own veins. My hands, emboldened by a newfound intimacy, moved with a slow reverence, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest, the tautness of his abdomen, the faint tracery of scars that whispered tales of battles fought and survived. Each touch was a silent exploration, a deepening of the connection that bound us. He watched me, his gaze unwavering, a low groan rumbling in his chest as my fingers finally reached the buckle of his belt, the small click echoing in the hushed room like a starting gun. His hands tightened on my hips, a silent plea for me to continue this intoxicating dance. With trembling

Elowen’s POV The warmth of the shower cascaded over my skin, washing away the lingering stickiness of our passion, but doing little to quell the lingering heat that still simmered beneath the surface. Alaric stood behind me, his hands gently soaping my back, his touch both familiar and newly intimate. The silence between us was comfortable, filled with the unspoken language of shared pleasure and a burgeoning tenderness. Every now and then, his lips would brush against my neck, a silent reminder of the night we had just shared, sending a fresh wave of shivers down my spine. Afterward, wrapped in thick, fluffy towels, we made our way to the dining hall. The aroma of freshly baked bread, sizzling bacon, and strong coffee filled the air, a stark contrast to the heady scent of our lovemaking that still clung faintly to our skin. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the bustling activity as the others broke their fast. My heart did a little flutter as I sp

Elowen’s POVHe finally turned back to face me, his silver eyes shadowed, his expression a carefully constructed mask of indifference that didn’t quite reach the raw vulnerability I had glimpsed earlier. He ran a hand through his damp hair, the gesture betraying a hint of the inner turmoil he was trying to conceal.“What do you want me to say, Elowen?” he asked, his voice strained, the words clipped and precise. “That seeing you with Alaric… that it doesn’t affect me? That it doesn’t feel like a knife twisting in my gut?” The carefully constructed mask finally cracked, revealing the raw hurt beneath.My heart twisted at his words, a fresh wave of guilt washing over me. I hadn’t meant to cause him pain, but the complicated reality of my feelings seemed to inevitably lead to someone getting hurt.“I didn’t… I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Did you not? Because it certainly looked like you mea