Semua Bab The Triplet's Bullied Mate: Bab 401 - Bab 410

Elowen’s POV By the time we left the healer’s cottage, the soft, hazy twilight had deepened into a velvet canvas dusted with an impossibly bright array of stars. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the almost incandescent warmth that now radiated from my own being. The triplets kept impossibly close on either side of me, their powerful bodies forming an unbroken wall of warmth and protection. Their hands were always brushing mine, always grounding me—a constant, reassuring contact, as if afraid that if they let go for even a second, the fragile, miraculous little truth we’d just uncovered would slip away like mist in the night. But it didn’t feel fragile. Not anymore. The quiet spark inside me, that nascent life, felt stronger, more vibrant, more undeniably real with every step we took toward home. It hummed with a quiet, powerful energy that resonated with my own magic, intertwining them. And so did the bond between us.

Elowen’s POV I woke before any of them, a familiar sense of peace settling over me. The faint morning light, soft and hesitant, streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the opulent bedroom. Dust motes danced in the ethereal shafts of light, suspended in the still air. They were still tangled around me, a comforting, secure knot of powerful limbs and warm bodies. Ranon was draped protectively over my side, his golden eyes closed, long lashes fanned against his cheeks, his breath warm and rhythmic against the back of my neck. Alaric, ever vigilant even in sleep, sat against the ornately carved headboard, one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me close. And Theron, like a magnificent, lazy wolf, was sprawled elegantly at the foot of the bed, his silver hair delightfully mussed, one hand resting possessively over my calf, as though afraid I might slip away even in my dreams. For a long, quiet moment, I just lay there, perfectly still, letting mysel

Elowen’s POV The morning came softly, painting the world in hues of rose and pearl. Warmth was the first thing that registered, a deep, pervasive heat that had nothing to do with the fire — long dead now, its embers merely a faint, comforting glow in the hearth. This warmth stemmed from them, from the three powerful beings who had woven themselves inextricably into the very fabric of my existence. I was utterly cocooned in a glorious tangle of limbs, a symphony of heat, and the steady, reassuring rhythm of three strong heartbeats. Alaric’s heavy arm was draped possessively over my hips, anchoring me, his head buried in the crook of my neck, his breath warm and steady against my skin. Ranon lay behind me, his solid chest pressed flush against my back, providing an impenetrable shield, his hand resting with a tender reverence over the gentle swell of my belly even in sleep, as if guarding a precious treasure. And Theron… Theron was curled at my feet, his elegant body a warm, comforti

Elowen's POV Every single one of them. Warriors, hardened by battles, bowed their heads in silent reverence, their hands fisted over their hearts in a gesture of absolute loyalty. The elders, their faces etched with ancient wisdom, even pressed their foreheads to the cold stone ground, murmuring blessings to the Moon Goddess as her name, full of respect and awe, rippled through the air from a thousand throats. The pack, as one, acknowledged their Luna and the precious life she carried. My chest tightened, a profound ache blooming in my throat with sudden, overwhelming emotion. Tears, hot and silent, welled in my eyes, threatening to spill. This was not just acceptance; it was worship, a deep, primal respect. Alaric’s hand tightened on mine, his fingers intertwining with mine, a subtle reassurance. “You’re shaking, Elowen,” he murmured, leaning just close enough for only me to hear, his voice a low, tender rumble against my ear. “Are you alright, Luna?” “I…” My voice wavered,

Elowen's POV It felt… different. Quieter somehow than our usual, bustling pack life, a serene shift in pace. But not heavy—no, it felt deliberate. Thoughtful. As if every detail had been meticulously planned, carefully orchestrated. Like they’d been planning this serene escape since the very second they first felt the tiny, undeniable heartbeat of the pup growing inside me, a celebration of new life. We drove for hours, the familiar landscape of the city gradually giving way to the majestic expanse of towering mountains and dense, ancient forests, their treelines a silver-dusted blur against the twilight sky. The air grew cooler, crisper, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The winding roads were devoid of other traffic, as if the world itself had cleared a path just for us. At some point, lulled by the gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic breathing of my mates, I must’ve dozed off, my head nestled against Theron’s shoulder, his fingers idly stroking my hair. Becaus