All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Elowen's POV I don’t remember how long I stood there. The silence in the house, once a comfort, now felt like a suffocating blanket, each tick of the grandfather clock in the hall amplifying the unsettling quiet. The towel had long since dried against my skin, leaving a faint, rough imprint. My hair, still damp, clung in cool, heavy strands down my back. But my hands still trembled, a persistent tremor that seemed to originate deep within my bones, a physical manifestation of the psychic assault I’d just endured. Caelum’s words were a venomous echo, replaying in an endless loop within my mind. His voice, smooth as polished stone yet sharp as obsidian, haunted the silence like a storm echoing long after the lightning faded. I couldn’t unsee his face, the predatory amusement in his eyes, the almost pitying tilt of his lips. The certainty in his voice when he spoke of my magic, of my destiny, of a connection I didn't want to acknowledge. He’d looked at me like he knew something I didn

Elowen's POV “It’s more than that,” Ranon growled, his golden eyes darkening. “It’s an insult. To us. To our bond. He thinks he can just walk in here, make threats, and walk away?” He pulled me even tighter against him, as if to physically shield me from any lingering malevolence. “He thinks he can turn you against us. He thinks he can claim you.” The word ‘claim’ sent a shiver down my spine, but this time, it wasn’t entirely from fear. There was a possessive edge to Ranon’s voice, a raw, untamed protectiveness that resonated deep within me, echoing a similar wildness I was only just beginning to acknowledge in myself. “He again said my magic was different,” I whispered, almost to myself, the words a nagging whisper in my mind. “He said it was ancient, that it needed to be unleashed. That you would try to chain it.” Ranon scoffed. “Chain it? Never. Your magic is a part of you, Elowen. We want to understand it, to help you control it, yes. But never to chain it. We want you to be f

Elowen's POV I dropped to my knees before her, the damp grass cool beneath me. Not because I was afraid—her presence radiated only peace and wisdom—but because the sheer weight of her power, the magnitude of her divine presence, bent the very air around me. It was like kneeling before the sky itself, before the infinite cosmos, before the source of all life and magic. My body simply submitted to the sublime authority of a primordial being. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, tears slipping silently down my cheeks, hot against the cool air. “The magic—it’s changing. It’s not just spells or energy anymore. It’s… alive. It feels like a separate entity, yet it’s me. And it frightens me.” She nodded, her silver eyes holding mine, seeing straight into my soul. “Because it always was.” Her voice was infinitely patient, as if explaining a simple truth I had merely forgotten. “Magic is life, Elowen. It flows through all things, but within you, it

Elowen's POV And then— Vines erupted from the earth around Theron. Not green or brown, not earthy or mundane. These were silver, glowing with an inner light, humming with a vibrant, restless life. They coiled around Theron’s legs, tightening just as he tried to leap back, their magical luminescence ensnaring him. He yelped, unhurt but definitely shocked, a genuine look of bewilderment on his face. I released him the moment he struggled, the raw power ebbing back as quickly as it had come. My breath caught in my throat, a gasp of mingled awe and residual fear. “I’m sorry!” I said quickly, panic flickering in my chest. I hadn’t meant to bind him so completely. The power was… more than I could have imagined. But Theron held up a hand, laughing breathlessly, his eyes still wide with surprise and a newfound respect. “Don’t be. That was—Elowen, that was insane. Where did you learn that?” He was still trying to shake off the lingering sensation of the silver vines. “I didn’t.” My voice

Elowen's POV “So this is… fate?” I whispered, the word feeling both grand and terrifying. “Yes,” Vale said, his gaze distant, as if seeing the threads of destiny stretching out before him. “But it’s also dangerous. Terribly dangerous. The Moonline witches weren’t just revered, Elowen. They were feared. Feared by kings, by other magical beings, even by the most powerful alphas. Because their magic couldn’t be controlled by anyone but themselves. It was pure, raw, and utterly defiant. And because it could rival—defy—the alphas themselves. Their power could reshape landscapes, command elements, and bring even the most powerful creatures to their knees.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Are you saying I’m stronger than the alphas?” The thought was staggering, almost inconceivable. My alphas. The three powerful beings who had vowed to protect me, who embodied strength and dominance. “I’m saying you will be,” he answered, his voice firm, unwavering. “In time. If you survive