The Triplet's Bullied Mate
“Alaric, you—there is no competition. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
He searched my face intently, his dark eyes probing, as if he were desperately trying to decipher the truth in my words, to truly believe me.
“I just… I hate how damn calm he is around you, Elowen,” Alaric said finally, his voice quieter now, tinged with a reluctant admission. “Like he knows something that the three of us don’t. Like he already possesses a piece of you that none of us have ever truly touched.”
I swallowed, the implication hanging heavy in the air. “Caelum’s… different, Alaric. He… he understands things about my magic. Things that even I don’t fully comprehend yet.”
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