Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bullied By My Alpha Triplets: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Ivy’s POVThe wind at Blackwood always smells like pine and smoke. Like something old. Like a warning.I stand at the edge of the training yard, watching the others spar. Their movements are sharp, practiced. The sound of blades clashing echoes against the trees. I try to focus, but something feels off. Like I’m standing on the edge of something I can’t see.Kiernan glances at me from across the yard. His expression is unreadable, but I know he’s watching. He always is. I pretend not to notice and turn my attention back to Ronan.He’s moving too fast for the boy he’s paired with. A blur of strength and control. He doesn’t smile when he wins. He doesn’t gloat. He just helps the other kid up and nods once.That’s how Ronan is.Always the leader. Always the rule.Elias joins me after a while, quiet as always. I don’t look at him, but I feel the shift in the air when he stands next to me. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. I can feel the weight of his thoughts, the silence between us f

Elias Pov.It was snowing again.The kind of snow that falls slow, soft, quiet. The kind that makes the world feel like it’s holding its breath.I stood in the west corridor, watching Ivy through the window. She was in the courtyard, boots crunching through the fresh powder, scarf pulled up to her nose. Kiernan’s scarf. The one he swore he didn’t care she stole.She looked peaceful, even though I knew she wasn’t. Ivy never really rested. Not fully. Not with everything going on. Not with Selena still whispering behind walls. Not with Magnus lurking in the shadows of our world.Still, she tried.And I loved her for that.I didn’t say it out loud—not yet. Not even to myself, most days. But I felt it. In the way my chest ached when she smiled. In the way I caught myself memorizing her laugh like it was something fragile.I walked out into the cold.She didn’t turn when I approached. Just kept walking through the snow, her steps light. Her hand brushed the bare branches of the garden trees

Ronan’s POV.I don’t dream much anymore.When I do, it’s usually of the past. Of fire. Of blood. Of the sound my father made when he told me I would never be enough.But tonight, I dream of Ivy.Not in the way I expected.She’s not smiling. Not glowing in sunlight or dancing through wildflowers. No, she’s in the middle of a storm, soaked and shaking. Her eyes are wild with something between fear and rage. And she’s calling my name, but I can’t reach her.I wake with a sharp inhale, chest tight.The room is dark. Still. Cold.I sit on the edge of my bed and drag my hands down my face. It’s been days since I got real sleep. Days since the fight between Elias and Kiernan. Since Ivy came back from the ridge with her heart caught between them.I stayed out of it.That’s what I do.The steady one. The logical one. The heir. The one who doesn’t get involved.Except I am involved.More than I want to be.More than I’m supposed to be.I see her the next morning outside the training yard. She’s

Elias’ Pov.I haven’t seen Ivy all day.Not since that moment in the hall. When I passed Ronan and didn’t say a damn word. He didn’t either. But his silence said everything. They’re getting closer. I’m not blind.And it’s killing me.I shouldn’t care. I told myself I’d let her go if that’s what she needed. If it made her happy. But I didn’t mean it. Not really. Not when every breath feels heavier without her near. Not when I can still hear the way she said my name the night she almost kissed me.I’m losing her.I go to the training yard. I hit the dummies until my knuckles bleed. Then I shift and run. Fast. Hard. Until the trees blur and the air burns in my lungs.But I can’t outrun this.Ivy’s in my head. She’s under my skin. She’s every damn heartbeat.By the time I shift back, it’s dark. My clothes are soaked with sweat. My body aches. But it’s not enough.Nothing is.I make my way back to the house and stop at the river trail. I smell her before I see her.Ivy.She’s sitting on a

Ronan’s Pov,I stood by the window longer than I meant to. The sun was already past the ridge, bleeding color across the trees like spilled wine. Ivy’s scent still lingered on my shirt, soft and warm like wild violets crushed in the heat. I hadn’t changed. I hadn’t moved. My hand was still tingling from where she held it last night, curled beside me like something fragile and breakable.I knew I shouldn’t let it get to me.But it already had.I didn’t hear the knock until it came again, louder this time. I turned away from the window and opened the door to find Kiernan leaning in the frame like he owned it. He didn’t smile. Just looked at me, slow and quiet.“We need to talk,” he said.I stepped back and let him in.Kiernan paced once, twice, then turned on me. “What are we doing?”The question was short, blunt, sharp enough to cut bone.I didn’t answer right away. He crossed his arms, waiting.“I don’t know,” I said truthfully.“She was with you last night.”It wasn’t a question. It