All Chapters of Owned by the triplet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

86 Chapters

The Secret Baby Hint

I woke up in my own bed, but I didn’t remember getting there. The last thing I remembered was the sound of rain hitting a tin roof in Killian’s arms. Now, the morning light was peeking through my thin dorm curtains.I sat up, my head spinning. I looked at the door. It was locked from the inside, just how I always left it. I looked at my nightstand. There was a glass of water and two aspirin sitting there."How did he even get in here?" I muttered to myself.I wasn't even surprised anymore. Between Alaric, Silas, and Killian, privacy seemed like a dream. They were everywhere. They were mysterious, they were overbearing, and they were starting to make me feel like I was losing my mind.I felt terrible. My stomach was doing somersaults, and my skin felt cold and clammy. Every part of me wanted to stay under the covers and hide from the world. But then I looked at my desk. My Constitutional Law textbook was sitting there, reminding me of the mock trial today."I can'

The Breaking point

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

The Owners lesson

I was shaking. My chest was heaving, and my voice was starting to crack from all the shouting. I stood in the middle of Alaric’s office, my hair a mess and my face burning with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather."I have rights!" I screamed at him, my finger shaking as I pointed it at his chest. "I am a student here. You are a professor. You can’t just follow me around like I’m a criminal. You can’t let your friends—or whoever they are—stalk me at a coffee shop! It’s illegal! It’s harassment!"Alaric didn't move. He stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like a statue carved out of ice. He just watched me, letting me tire myself out. He didn't interrupt, he didn't argue, and he didn't apologize. He just waited."Say something!" I yelled, stomping my foot. "Defend yourself! Tell me why you think it’s okay to ruin my life!"I waited for him to snap back, but the silence in the room was deafening. The only sound was the ticking of the

The Beast in the cage

(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

The Debit of Silence

The morning light was too bright. I sat at my small desk, staring at a half-empty cupof coffee and a textbook I hadn’t turned a page of in thirty minutes. My body feltheavy, and my skin still felt sensitive from the night before. Every time I closed myeyes, I saw Alaric’s office. I felt the sting of his hand and the warmth of his chest.I was a mess. I was a walking disaster.My phone buzzed on the wood, the vibration making me jump. I picked it up, myheart sinking when I saw the name on the screen.Silas: I’m downstairs, Elena. Come out.I stared at the message. My thumb hovered over the power button. I didn't want to godown. I didn't want to deal with his smooth voice or the way he made me feel like adoll he had bought and paid for.Me: I’m studying, Silas. I can’t.The reply came back almost instantly.Silas: If you ignore me, I will come up there. And you know I don't like being keptwaiting. If I have to walk th

The Professor’s truth

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

The Weight of the crown

I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs still trembling from the heat he had pulled out of me and then left hanging. The silence in the room was louder than the banging on the door had been. Silas stood by the window, his back to me, looking out at the campus like he owned every brick and blade of grass. He didn't say anything for a long time. He just stood there, tall and perfect in his suit, while I sat there feeling like a mess. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, and the ache between my legs was becoming too much to simply ignore it. "You look confused, Elena," he said, finally turning around. He didn't look angry anymore. He looked bored, which was somehow worse. "I’m not confused," I snapped, trying to find some of my dignity. "I’m pissed off. You can't just walk in here, do... that, and then start interrogating me." Silas walked toward me, his steps slow and deliberate. He stopped righ

The Professor’s Desk (Alaric’s POV)

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

The Pack’s Shadow (Alaric POV)

I stood on the balcony of my bedroom, the night air biting at my skin. It was late, the kind of hour where the world felt like it belonged to shadows and secrets. Behind me, inside the room, Elena was buried under my silk sheets. She hadn't moved in hours. She was exhausted, her body finally giving in to the stress and the heat of what we had done in my office.My phone vibrated in my hand. I didn't need to look at the caller ID. I already knew. I pressed it to my ear, my eyes fixed on the dark horizon."Is she safe?" The voice was rough, and deeper than his."She’s asleep," I said. "In my bed."I heard a sharp exhale on the other end. "Of course she is. You always were the one to take what you wanted first, brother.""I'm tired of the games, Killian," I snapped, my grip tightening on the railing. "I’m tired of keeping all of this a secret. The lurking, the following her in the shadows... it’s enough. I’m going to tell her. I’m going to reveal everything to her."

The traitor heart

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

1 2 3 4 5 6

...

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP