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Awakening The Storm.
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You better be ready to back that promise, Luna.
Caden's POV The first thing I felt was her. Not just a faint presence, but her entire being. Warm. Soft. Tangled in my arms, her limbs draped over mine, our bodies a perfect, seamless fit. The low, even rhythm of her breathing stirred the hair at my chest, a gentle, hypnotic lullaby. Her scent, already irrevocably imprinted on my senses, clung to the sheets—a wild, intoxicating mixture of cinnamon and warm rain, mingled with the earthy musk of our shared passion. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, prolonging the exquisite sensation, savoring the way her curves fit so perfectly against me, her bare back pressed intimately into my chest. Every inch of her felt like a direct extension of me, a constant, comforting weight. Each subtle movement, each soft sigh, was a reminder of the night before—how she had moaned my name, a broken, desperate sound that had driven me to the edge; how her body had arched beneath mine, seeking, demanding; how she had whispered, husky and vulnerable, tha
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You drive me mad, little Luna!
Caden's POV The master suite, usually so bright and open during the day, was now bathed in the ethereal, soft silver glow of moonlight slanting through the tall windows. The quiet hum of the night, a symphony of distant crickets and the rustle of leaves, filled the air, lending an almost sacred intimacy to the scene. My gaze, as it so often did now, found Amara. She sat at the very edge of the massive bed, a vision of vulnerable strength. Her hair, a dark waterfall of loose waves, tumbled down her back, catching the moonlight in shimmering threads. The silk robe she wore, a delicate whisper of fabric, barely clung to her shoulders, revealing the exquisite curve of her collarbone and, more significantly, the faint, yet undeniable, mark I’d left there only days ago. My mark. A symbol of a bond so profound it resonated deep within my wolf. But her eyes… they told another story. Despite the soft light, shadows lingered there, deep and bruised, remnants of the day’s trauma. Faint, almost
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast "You handled that like a true Alpha Luna.”
A Luna's Public Debut By evening, the subtle, insidious tendrils of gossip had clearly spread throughout the pack. The news of Eli’s brazen return, even without the full story, had rippled through the community like a stone dropped in a still pond. Pack members, drawn by an invisible current, had begun to gather on the sprawling lawn behind the mansion—a cluster of curious, concerned, or overtly impressed faces, with others whispering in hushed corners, their eyes darting towards the mansion’s entrance. When we finally stepped outside, the air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. I kept my head held high, my spine ramrod straight. Even though my stomach twisted with a potent mix of nerves and residual fear, I forced my shoulders back, embodying the strength they saw in me. Jaxon walked just ahead of me, his posture rigid, commanding, a silent colossus. His presence alone seemed to part the gathered crowd, forcing respect. Caden stayed meticulously
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast “What was that sigh for, sweetheart? You bored? Want us to go find Eli and break his other ribs? I’m free right now.”
Amara's POV By mid-afternoon, the grand mansion should have settled into a tranquil hum, a peaceful backdrop to the day’s fading light. Or it would’ve been, if not for the persistent, low-frequency hum of their hyper-awareness, and the way Ryder kept humming a tuneless, off-key melody under his breath while draped across the plush sofa, one arm lazily slung over my shoulders, effectively pinning me to his side. His lightheartedness was a thinly veiled attempt to lighten the mood, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. Caden sat in an armchair across from us, his golden eyes unnervingly sharp, even though his posture was outwardly calm. His fingers tapped a restless, almost imperceptible rhythm against his knee, a subtle tic that always betrayed his deep concentration or suppressed anxiety. He was thinking, always thinking. Jaxon stood by the tall window, staring out at the long, winding driveway that led to the pack lands, his arms crossed over his formidable chest, h
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Because what could I say?
Amara's POV The first sensation, as I stirred from the depths of a restless sleep, was warmth. A pervasive, encompassing warmth that chased away the lingering shadows of my dreams. Ryder’s arm was slung heavily across my waist, a familiar weight that pulled me closer to his solid form. Jaxon was pressed firmly behind me, his chest a broad, comforting anchor against my back, his hand tangled possessively in my hair, his fingers gently sifting through the strands even in sleep. And Caden, ever the watchful one, was at the foot of the massive bed, his head resting on his folded arms, his golden-brown eyes open, watching me with a faint, unreadable expression as the dawn light filtered through the curtains. For a brief, suspended moment, it felt perfect. Utterly, undeniably perfect. A tableau of peace and belonging that soothed the raw edges of my soul. Then, like a sharp shard of ice, the memory of Eli’s venomous words from last night crept back in, slithering into the warmth. His sn
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast “We’re not hovering. We’re keeping you company. There’s a difference. And if you think we’re buying that ‘just tired’ act, you’re even crazier than I thought.”
Amara's POV The mansion’s grand upstairs bedroom, usually a sanctuary of shared warmth and blissful peace, felt strangely amplified by the weighty silence that had settled between us. I sat curled up at the head of the massive bed, cocooned by the soft duvet, my eyes fixed on the three powerful men who moved around the room with an unsettling watchfulness. Jaxon stood by the tall, arched window, his powerful arms folded across his chest, his posture rigid. His dark eyes, usually so intense when focused on me, were now scanning the velvet expanse of the dark yard below, sweeping over the moonlit lawns and the distant tree line. He looked like a sentinel, expecting something—or someone—to appear from the shadows at any moment. The faint hum of the bond, tight with his unspoken tension, pulsed against my heart. Ryder lounged at the foot of the bed, stretched out like a restless cat, but his sharp blue eyes were a little too focused on me, missing nothing. His usual playful smirk was
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