Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned by the triplet: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I felt much better two days after the fainting spell. The dizziness was mostly gone, though a strange, heavy feeling remained in my stomach. I decided I needed to get out. I needed to do something.I went to the campus bookstore, hoping to find a few used novels to distract me. I was browsing through the mystery section when a familiar voice made me turn around."Elena? You're actually out of bed?"It was Jax. He was wearing a simple hoodie and holding a stack of flashcards. He looked so normal, so safe. He wasn't a billionaire or a biker. He was just a guy who struggled with law exams."I’m alive," I said, giving him a small smile. "I just needed some fresh air.""Well, you look a lot better than you did on that stretcher," Jax said. He hesitated for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, since you’re already out, do you want to grab a coffee? Just as friends. No law talk, I promise."I looked at the door, then back at him. I was desperate for a piece

(Killian Pov)I was standing by the large window in my workshop, staring out at the sky. Myknuckles were bruised and stinging from a job I’d finished earlier that evening, but Ibarely felt it. I felt restless. I felt like a wolf pacing the length of a cage that wasgetting smaller by the second.Behind me, Jax was leaning against a cluttered workbench. He was tossing a heavybrass lighter up and down, the clack sound echoing in the quiet room. He was myright hand, the only person in this town I trusted to keep his head when things gotugly."We have a problem at the north border, Killian," Jax said. He stopped tossing thelighter and looked at me. "The local crew is pushing in. They think because we’vebeen quiet lately, we’ve gone soft. They’re trying to move their shipments throughour woods again."I didn't turn around. I just watched a moth beat its wings against the glass. "Tellthem if I see one of their trucks on

​It had been four days since Silas left my room in that chilling silence. Four days since I had seen Killian’s motorcycle parked outside the library. I had spent every waking moment avoiding Jax too. Every time I saw his messy blonde hair in the hallway, I turned the other way. It was lonely, but for the first time in weeks, my head felt clear. My mental health was finally starting to feel like a priority again.​But the peace didn't last. The silence from them was almost louder than their presence. It made me feel like I was waiting for a bomb to go off.​I needed answers. I couldn't keep living in this fog. There was one person who seemed to be at the center of everything, the one who held the most power over my future and my grades.​I walked toward the law building as the sun was starting to set. The hallways were mostly empty. I reached Alaric’s office and didn't hesitate. I knocked three times, loud and firm.​"Enter," his deep voice called out.​I pushed t

I watched her through the dim light of my office. My chest was tight, my heart hammering against my ribs that I hadn’t felt in years. For months, I had played the part of the cold Professor, the man with all the answers, but standing here with Elena, the mask was gone. I didn't want to be her teacher. I wanted to be her everything."Strip for daddy," I repeated. My voice was a low rasp, thick with a hunger that was starting to claw at my throat.She didn't move at first. Her eyes were wide, darting toward the locked door and then back to me. She was terrified, but under that fear, I saw the heat. I saw the way her chest rose and fell, her nipples poking against the thin fabric of her dress. She wanted this. She wanted to be seen.Slowly, her hands went to the hem of her dress. Her fingers were shaking, but she didn't stop. She began to pull the fabric up, inch by inch, exposing her milky skin.Gosh, she was perfect. Her legs were long and toned, her hips curving out

​I woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest that had become my constant companion for the last week. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to face the reality of my room or the silence of my phone. I had put it on Do Not Disturb days ago. Every time it buzzed with a notification from Silas or a missed call from Alaric, I felt like I was suffocating.​I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the mirror. I looked terrible. My face was dull, my skin pale, and my eyes had dark circles under them that no amount of concealer could hide. I looked like I hadn't slept in a month.​"Get it together, Elena," I whispered to my reflection.​I pulled back the collar of my shirt to look at the mark on my neck. It was finally starting to heal, turning a faded shade of bruised purple, but it still looked wrong. I touched the rough edges of the skin. A hickey wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to involve tearing the skin or leaving teeth marks that felt like the