All Chapters of The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Chapter 391 - Chapter 395

Elowen's POV By mid-afternoon, the sky had turned a muted, heavy gray, thick with clouds that seemed to press down on the world, threatening to burst any second. The air grew still, pregnant with the promise of rain. We’d finished breakfast together—or rather, they had finished feeding me bites of fluffy pancake and stealing kisses until my face hurt from the sheer expanse of my smile. The kitchen still held the warm, comforting scent of coffee, maple syrup, and the lingering aroma of our shared intimacy. Afterward, as I sat perched on the marble counter, watching the subdued light outside, Alaric leaned back in his chair, watching me with that thoughtful, almost discerning little curve to his lips. He always seemed to sense the shift in my mood, even the subtle ones. “You’re too quiet, Luna,” he said finally, his voice a low, perceptive hum. I blinked up at him, a faint surprise. “Too quiet?” “Yes,” Ranon agreed, his golden eyes narrowing playfully, a hint of mischief sp

Elowen's POV By the time we finally stumbled back inside, our laughter echoing in the quiet foyer, we were soaked to the skin, shivering despite the residual warmth of our exhilarated bodies. The relentless summer rain had finally stopped, but the cool evening air clung to us, seeping into our bones, making me shiver uncontrollably as droplets ran down my arms and neck, chilling my skin. Alaric, ever the protector, shut the heavy oak door behind us with a quiet, decisive thud, sealing us off from the damp chill outside. He turned to look at me, his dark brows drawing together in a familiar, concerned frown. “You’re freezing, Luna,” he said simply, his voice a low, rough rumble, already pulling off his own drenched shirt and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby ornate chair, revealing the powerful planes of his chest. Steam visibly rose from his skin in the cooler indoor air. “I’m fine,” I protested through a small laugh, hugging my arms around myself, trying to quell the shive

Elowen's POV Somewhere between the profound warmth radiating from the crackling fire and the rhythmic, hypnotic sound of rain still pattering faintly against the tall windows, a deep lassitude began to settle over me. My eyelids, heavy with the day’s profound experiences, with the lingering satisfaction of our shared claiming, and the sheer joy of our dance in the storm, grew impossibly heavy. I fought it at first—I didn’t want to miss a single moment with them like this, wrapped in their quiet devotion, basking in the newfound peace that had settled over us. But the sheer weight of the day, the lingering exhaustion from the physical and emotional intensity of the mate ceremony, the wild exhilaration of our rain-soaked dance, and everything that came before, pressed down on me like a comforting, insistent lullaby. My muscles, delightfully sore from our playful chase through the woods and the fervent passion of the previous night, began to relax in spite of my will. I barely notice