Se connecterShare
A Year Later.
Dernière mise à jour:
2025-03-10 17:50:35
Related chapter
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast But it still hurts, doesn’t it?
Amara’s POVThe morning had been a blur of whispers and stolen glances. The entire school seemed to be buzzing with the fact that I was back, stronger, different.I caught snippets of conversations in the hallways: “Did you see her? She’s not the same Amara.”“She looks... powerful. Untouchable.” “Do you think she’ll even talk to them again?”It was strange, hearing people talk about me as though I were a legend or some untouchable force. If only they knew the truth—that beneath the hardened exterior, I was still the girl who had once been shattered into pieces. I was trying to hold myself together when I saw him. Ryder stood in the parking lot, leaning against a lamppost, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes searched the crowd until they found mine. A lump formed in my throat. My chest tightened, memories of his betrayal flashing through my mind like a cruel montage. Kiera, my wolf, growled low in my head
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast The curse... it pulled me away from you.
Amara’s POVThe night had fallen with an eerie quietness, the kind that made everything feel a little too still. I sat near the window, gazing up at the moon. Its soft glow bathed the room in a pale light, offering a small sense of peace in the chaos that had overtaken my life. The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and I stiffened. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. Caden. He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his eyes shadowed with a deep sadness that mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I hadn’t expected him to be here—not after everything that had happened. “Caden,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”His eyes locked with mine, and I saw something flicker in them—pain, guilt, and a loneliness I could almost touch. It made my chest ache. “How did you know where I live?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “I asked around. I.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I'd rather be alone.
Amara's POV Next morning at school I sat at my desk, trying to steady my breathing. My mind was a storm—last night with Caden, his brokenness, his confession. His pain was etched in my mind like a scar. He wasn’t lying. I could feel it in the way his voice trembled, the way his body seemed to shatter in my presence. But what could I do? His words didn’t erase the betrayals or the wounds they had inflicted. I brushed away the thoughts and dressed for school. Elian, sensing my unease, gave me a subtle nod before I left the house. “You’re ready, Amara. Whatever happens today, remember who you’ve become.” The reminder bolstered my courage, even if only slightly. When I arrived at school, the familiar whispers began. My presence, once timid and invisible, now commanded attention. Heads turned, and I could feel their stares lingering. I ignored them, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of my steps. I was walking toward my locker when I felt the presence. Not one, but two. “Amara.”
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast How do we fix something that broken?
Ryder’s POV The tension in the house had been unbearable for days, and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t even step into a room without Jaxon’s glare burning a hole through me. Caden was barely speaking to anyone, lost in his thoughts and sulking in the shadows. This curse wasn’t just destroying Amara—it was tearing us apart. I was sitting in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey and staring blankly at the fireplace when the door slammed open. Jaxon stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “You’re a real piece of work, Ryder,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now, Jaxon?” “You don’t even care, do you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “You’re the reason she left. You’re the reason everything is falling apart!” I stood, setting the glass down with a loud thunk. “Don’t pin this all on me. We all had a hand in hurting her, or did you forget your little stunt with Stephanie?” His fist came flying before I could react, connectin
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Our lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.
Amara's POV The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, but I couldn’t care less. My head was pounding, my chest felt heavy, and my wolf’s restless energy made it hard to focus. The weight of everything—the photographs, the betrayal, Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, Selena, Stephanie—it was all crashing down on me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag and bolted from the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s voice calling after me. The hallway was thankfully empty as I made my way to the washroom. Once inside, I locked the stall door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. The silence was deafening, and the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress came rushing back. Sliding down to the floor, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely. My wolf stirred inside me, her anguish matching my own. “Why do you still hurt for them?” she asked, her voice sharp but laced with pain. “They don’t deserve your tears.”“I know,” I whispered aloud, my voice trembling.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast She is moving on so quickly?
Amara’s POV The next day dawned too quickly, my thoughts still tangled with everything that had happened between Elian and me. His kiss lingered in my mind, a mixture of warmth and confusion. I couldn’t deny the feelings stirring within me, but a part of me wondered if I was truly ready to let someone else in after everything I’d been through. The school was already buzzing when I arrived. Students hurried to their lockers, chatting and laughing. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the air seemed to shift. Whispers followed me, hushed voices carrying my name. "Did you hear? Amara was with Elian in the woods yesterday." "She’s moving on so quickly? After the triplets?" "Good for her. They didn’t deserve her anyway." I clenched my fists, my wolf growling in frustration. Ignore them, Amara. Their opinions don’t matter, I told myself. But the whispers grew louder, and my resolve started to crack. Just as I was about to snap, Elian appeared beside me, his calm presence like a
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Seeing you with him… it’s killing me, Amara!
Amara’s POV The rain poured in relentless sheets, the sound a soothing hum against the chaos of my thoughts. I stood on the front steps of the school, waiting for Elian. He’d promised to walk me home after our late-night study session, and though the storm was raging, he hadn’t let me down yet. I tugged my jacket tighter around me, shivering as the wind whipped my damp hair into my face. Just as I was about to retreat back inside, I saw him jogging toward me, rain dripping from his dark hair, a grin tugging at his lips. "Sorry, I’m late," Elian said, slightly breathless. "You’re insane for coming out in this weather," I replied, my tone lighter than I intended. He shrugged, his grin widening. "I’m not about to leave you stranded in a storm." We began walking, the storm soaking through my shoes as Elian held his jacket over both of us. His arm brushed against mine, sending a warmth through me that contrasted sharply with the cold rain. "You really didn’t have to," I said, trying
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast What did you do to them?
Amara’s POV The rain outside hadn’t let up, the heavy droplets tapping against the roof of the car as if mirroring the chaos within me. My breathing was uneven, my heart racing as I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of Caden’s arms. He didn’t move, his grip firm yet comforting, as though he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. "Amara," he whispered my name like it was sacred, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between us. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. The pain in them was unmistakable—raw, unfiltered, and completely vulnerable. It wasn’t just jealousy or anger. It was deeper than that. His golden eyes searched mine, and I saw the unspoken words there, the silent plea. My chest ached, my wolf stirring uneasily as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions within me. "I don’t know how t
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-13
Latest chapter
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Ryder led me to our favorite secluded spot by the moonlit waterfall.
Amara’s POV The dawn broke over the pack territory, painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and hesitant gold, a reflection of the uneasy truce that had settled over us. The immediate threat of the entity’s direct influence had been severed, but the lingering tension remained, a palpable awareness of the storm that was yet to break. The raw line across my arm throbbed, a constant reminder of the price of our temporary reprieve. Weakness still clung to me, a lingering drain from the magical exertion and the severing of the unnatural bond. But beneath the physical fragility, a new resolve began to solidify, forged in the crucible of fear and sacrifice. We knew the entity would not remain silent for long. Its enraged shriek still echoed in our memories, a promise of retribution. The time of desperate defense was over; we needed to prepare, to gather our strength, and to meet the coming darkness head-on. Lyra and her warriors, their commitment unwavering, pledged to remain with us
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Mine was the only life truly bound to it.
Amara’s POVThe air in the library crackled with an almost unbearable tension, the chanting of Lyra’s mages a resonant hum that vibrated through the very floor beneath our feet. The swirling energies intensified, bathing the room in an ethereal glow, the ancient symbols on the floor blazing with an inner light. The weight of the moment pressed down on us, the precipice of hope balanced precariously against the abyss of potential failure.My hand trembled as I held the ceremonial dagger, its silver blade reflecting the frantic dance of candlelight. The unwavering gazes of Ryder, Caden, and Jaxon were fixed on me, their love a tangible force, a silent offering of courage and support. Tears streamed down my face, a torrent of fear, love, and a desperate grief for the sacrifice they were willing to make.“There has to be another way,” I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. “I can’t…”“You have to, Amara,” Ryder said, his voice low but firm, his silver eyes filled with an unyielding re
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast No, Jaxon! We don’t know what it will do!
Amara’s POV The discovery of the severing ritual ignited a fragile spark of hope amidst the encroaching darkness, but the ancient text’s ominous warnings cast a long shadow over our preparations. The need for a convergence of powerful magical energies immediately turned our thoughts to Lyra and her pack. Their inherent connection to the wild, their unique blend of elemental magic, could be the key to fulfilling the ritual’s demanding requirements.A tense message was sent to Lyra, outlining the dire situation and the perilous ritual we intended to undertake. The inherent risk was undeniable, and the potential consequences of failure were catastrophic. We held our breath, the weight of our desperation hanging heavy in the air, unsure if she would be willing to risk her pack, and potentially herself, for our sake.Lyra’s response, when it finally arrived, was a testament to the strength of our fragile alliance and the depth of her own courage. She agreed to come, bringing with her her
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast We have to get rid of it.
Amara’s POV The discovery of the mark sent a shockwave of fear and a fierce surge of protectiveness through our small circle. The tangible evidence of the entity’s growing influence, the cold, alien symbol etched onto my skin, served as a stark and terrifying reminder of the danger we were facing. The whispered claim, echoing in the silence of our bedroom, felt like an icy tendril wrapping around my soul.My mates reacted with a primal intensity. Ryder’s protective instincts went into overdrive. He positioned himself physically between me and any open space, his silver eyes constantly scanning for unseen threats, his body radiating a fierce, possessive energy. Caden’s alpha command, usually reserved for pack matters, now extended to me, a low, insistent urging to stay close, to not venture out of their sight. Jaxon, his playful facade completely shattered, became a silent, watchful shadow, his dark eyes narrowed with a dangerous intensity, his hand often resting protectively on my ar
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast The entity…It’s… marking me.
Amara’s POV The seed of suspicion regarding Gareth, once planted, began to take root and send tendrils of doubt throughout our perceptions. My mates and I observed him with a newfound scrutiny, every interaction, every subtle gesture now viewed through the lens of potential betrayal. His fervent pronouncements against the alliance with Lyra, his almost frantic insistence on isolating ourselves, took on a more sinister hue.We began to notice inconsistencies in his stories, gaps in his whereabouts during some of the “accidents.” He seemed overly eager to deflect blame, his denials too vehement, his gaze often shifty and evasive when questioned directly. The more we observed, the more a chilling picture began to form – a picture of a man subtly influenced, perhaps even controlled, by the malevolent entity.The realization was a sickening blow. Gareth was not just a pack member; he was someone we had trusted, fought alongside, shared meals and laughter with. The thought that he could be
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Could this be a coordinated attack?
Amara’s POV The escalating strangeness around the pack territory, coupled with the chilling weight of my nightmare and Elijah’s unsettling revelations, began to sow seeds of unease and even suspicion within the pack. The once-unquestioning trust that bound us together began to fray at the edges, replaced by nervous glances and hushed conversations.The withered section of the forest remained a stark and disturbing reminder of the encroaching darkness, a palpable manifestation of the malevolent entity’s growing power. The animals continued to behave erratically, their fear a contagious wave that rippled through the pack. Even the most steadfast warriors seemed on edge, their usual confidence replaced by a nervous tension.Whispers began to circulate, quiet at first but gradually growing louder. Some of the pack members, their fear overriding their loyalty, began to question the alliance with Lyra’s pack. The shared strangeness in the forest, the unsettling feeling of being watched – i
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast It can manipulate reality.
Amara’s POV The unsettling weight of my nightmare settled over the pack house like a shroud, a chilling premonition that colored every interaction, every shadow, every rustle of leaves in the wind. The vibrant energy that usually pulsed through our home was muted, replaced by a tense undercurrent of anxiety and a heightened awareness of the potential dangers that lurked just beyond our borders.The morning sun, usually a welcome beacon, felt weak and ineffective against the encroaching darkness of my vision. The familiar routines of the pack, the training exercises, the patrols, the shared meals, all felt like a fragile facade, a desperate attempt to maintain normalcy in the face of an unseen threat.I found myself constantly scanning the faces of my mates, a desperate need to reassure myself of their safety. The memory of their broken bodies, their silent suffering in my dream, haunted me, fueling a possessive protectiveness that bordered on desperation. I clung to their touches, th
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I can’t shake the feeling… it wasn’t just a dream.
Amara’s POV Sleep, that usually offered a sweet oblivion, had become a treacherous landscape haunted by the fractured images of my nightmare. The comforting darkness of our bedroom now felt thin and permeable, every rustle of leaves outside sounding like the stealthy approach of unseen enemies, every shadow in the periphery of my vision twisting into the monstrous form that had pursued Jaxon in my terror-stricken sleep. The vibrant strength of Ryder, the unwavering resolve of Caden, the playful agility of Jaxon – all had been rendered fragile and broken in the horrifying theater of my mind, leaving behind a gnawing anxiety that clung to me like a second skin, a chilling residue that even the solid warmth of my mates couldn't fully dispel.I lay rigidly still, the soft weight of the blankets a suffocating shroud, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The familiar rhythm of my mates’ breathing beside me, usually a soothing lullaby, now felt fragile, precious, something that could
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast It felt… vivid. Almost… like a warning.
Amara’s POV The frantic rhythm of my heart gradually slowed, replaced by a dull, persistent thrum of unease. The warmth of my mates pressed against me, a tangible reassurance that they were indeed safe, but the vivid images of the nightmare clung to the edges of my awareness, a chilling residue of terror that refused to dissipate.I lay still, my breathing shallow, trying to banish the lingering echoes of loss and despair. The comforting weight of Ryder’s arm around my waist, the steady presence of Caden and Jaxon beside me – they were anchors in the storm of my fear, but the premonition of danger, the horrifying clarity of the dream, had shaken me to my core.A soft stirring beside me indicated that Ryder was waking. His silver eyes, still clouded with sleep, found mine, his brow furrowing slightly as he sensed my distress.“Amara? What’s wrong?” His voice was low and husky, laced with concern.I hesitated, the images of the nightmare still too raw, too vivid to articulate easily. “
