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Amara’s POV The drive back with Caden was a bubble of quiet contentment. The stars had begun to fade behind the encroaching city lights, but the memory of them, and the feeling of Caden’s arms around me under their vast expanse, lingered like a warm embrace. As we pulled into the driveway, the familiar silhouette of the house, usually bustling, seemed unusually still in the late hour.The moment Caden cut the engine, the front door burst open as if propelled by an unseen force. The rapid thud of footsteps echoed from inside, and then Jaxon was there, framed in the doorway, arms crossed dramatically over his chest.“Finally,” he declared, his voice a theatrical mix of relief and annoyance. “I was this close,” he pinched his fingers together with a tiny sliver of space between them, “to unleashing my inner tracker and dragging you two back by your ears. Do you have any idea the level of panic that was setting in?”Caden, ever the picture of nonchalant alpha, just smirked, tossing his k
Last Updated : 2025-04-14The Triplet Alpha's Outcast There’s a new guy transferring to our class.
Amara’s POV The fluorescent lights of our advanced literature class hummed with their usual monotonous drone, a soundtrack to the rustling of papers and the occasional stifled yawn. Honestly, after the intense emotions of the past few days – the quiet drive with Caden, the comforting embrace of all three of them back home – the normalcy of school felt almost surreal. I was nestled between Maya and Chloe, our usual corner of the classroom feeling like a safe haven.“Did you hear?” Maya whispered, leaning closer, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and gossip. “There’s a new guy transferring to our class. Apparently, he just moved to town.”Chloe, ever the pragmatist, rolled her eyes slightly. “So? New kids transfer all the time.”“But this one’s supposed to be… wow,” Maya emphasized, drawing out the word with dramatic flair. “My cousin in senior year saw him in the office. Said he looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”I chuckled, used to Maya’s enthusiastic pronounc
Last Updated : 2025-04-16The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You’re… different. In a good way.
Amara’s POVDays turned into weeks, and Liam settled into Northwood High with a quiet grace. The initial storm of female attention had calmed slightly, replaced by a steady undercurrent of admiration and the occasional bold attempt at flirtation, all of which Liam handled with a polite, almost detached charm. He was friendly to everyone, but didn't seem to form any particularly close bonds, remaining somewhat of an enigma.My mates’ vigilance regarding Liam hadn’t lessened. One of them always seemed to be subtly aware of his proximity to me, their gazes occasionally flicking towards him during class or in the hallways. It was a silent, unspoken agreement between them, a constant low hum of protectiveness that I was both comforted and slightly exasperated by.Despite their reservations, Liam and I found ourselves occasionally paired together for group projects or seated near each other in class. He was intelligent and thoughtful, and I found myself enjoying our conversations, which usu
Last Updated : 2025-04-17The Triplet Alpha's Outcast A pack that… that I believe you might be connected to.
Amara’s POV The incident outside the house that night left me with a knot of unease. Liam’s presence, the intensity of his gaze, the feeling that he was on the verge of revealing something significant – it all swirled in my mind, a disquieting melody. My mates, of course, had noticed my preoccupation. They had seen me at the window, had felt the subtle shift in my mood. Their protectiveness had intensified, their gazes constantly scanning our surroundings, a silent promise to shield me from any perceived threat.The next day at school was a strange mix of normalcy and underlying tension. Liam was there, as usual, polite and somewhat reserved, but his green eyes seemed to follow me occasionally, holding a question I couldn’t decipher. He didn’t try to approach me directly, and my mates, though present, gave us a wider berth, their watchful eyes a constant reminder of their presence.It was during lunch that the first real crack in Liam’s carefully constructed facade appeared. I was si
Last Updated : 2025-04-20The Triplet Alpha's Outcast The Thorne lineage?
Amara’s POV Elijah’s words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The cool night air suddenly felt colder, the rustling of the leaves like whispers of impending danger. The fragmented memories of my past, the life before Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder, felt like puzzle pieces that were starting to click into a terrifying picture.“The Thorne lineage?” I repeated, my voice barely audible. “What… what does that mean?”Elijah’s green eyes, usually so vibrant, were now shadowed with a mixture of fear and a strange sort of recognition. “My old pack… we kept records. Family histories. We knew the names, the bloodlines. Your scent… it’s unmistakable. It matches the Thorne pack. A small, isolated group that lived on the edge of our territory. They were known for their strong connection to the earth, their… unique abilities.”A shiver ran down my spine. “Abilities?”He hesitated, his gaze flicking nervously around the deserted park. “They were… gifted. Some could sense changes in the ear
Last Updated : 2025-04-20The Triplet Alpha's Outcast He… he has something important to tell us.
Amara’s POV The walk back to the pack house felt different. The fear was still there, a cold knot in my stomach, but it was now intertwined with a sense of purpose, a fierce protectiveness for my mates. Elijah walked beside me, his usual guarded demeanor replaced by a quiet resolve. We spoke in hushed tones, piecing together the fragmented information he had, the whispers he’d overheard, the chilling ruthlessness of the pack that had destroyed his home and mine.Slipping back into the house was just as easy as leaving. The comforting sounds of my mates’ quiet conversation drifted from the living room. I knew I couldn’t keep this from them any longer. The danger was too real, too close.I took a deep breath and walked into the living room, Elijah a silent presence behind me. Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder looked up, their relaxed expressions immediately shifting to concern as they took in my pale face and the unfamiliar figure standing behind me.“Amara? What’s wrong?” Caden’s voice was lace
Last Updated : 2025-04-20The Triplet Alpha's Outcast They know about the territory boundaries?
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Last Updated : 2025-04-20The Triplet Alpha's Outcast A ritual? What kind of ritual?
Amara’s POV The next few days were a tense dance between preparation and anticipation. My mates, usually so attuned to each other's moods, now moved with a heightened awareness, their senses stretched taut like drawn bowstrings. They spent hours patrolling the territory, marking boundaries, and setting up strategic positions. Elijah, surprisingly, became an invaluable asset, his knowledge of the encroaching pack's tactics and weaknesses proving crucial in their planning.I, however, felt like a spectator, caught between my human limitations and the burgeoning awareness of a power I didn't understand. The frustration gnawed at me. I wanted to contribute, to be more than just a protected asset.One evening, I found Elijah in the pack house library, surrounded by ancient-looking tomes. The air around him seemed to crackle with an almost tangible energy."What are you doing?" I asked, drawn to the intensity in his green eyes.He looked up, a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Her words shattered me.
Jaxon's POV I stayed with her until her breathing evened out again, until the tremble in her hands stopped. But even then, I couldn’t shake the image of Alex’s hand resting on her lower back, the way he looked at her like she was something he had a right to touch.He didn’t.She wasn’t his to lean toward, to whisper to like he knew her heart.She wasn’t mine either. Not really.But God help anyone who thought they could take her.The second Amara excused herself to head to the infirmary for a quick check, I stood. My body was already tense, fists tight at my sides as I tracked Alex down the hallway that led to the east courtyard.He was alone—good. I didn’t want an audience.“Alex,” I called out.He turned, surprised to see me. “Hey, Jaxon. What’s up?”I didn’t respond. Just kept walking until I was toe-to-toe with him.He looked at me carefully. “Everything okay?”“No. It’s not.” My voice was low, steady. Dead calm—the kind of calm that comes right before the storm.His expression t
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast What? That I saw your girl with another guy?
Jaxon's POV The sun bore down on the academy training grounds like it had a personal vendetta. Heat shimmered off the concrete in waves, and the clang of steel-on-steel rang out like a war drum. Students lined up in pairs, sparring and barking at each other like rabid dogs under the instructor’s glare. Dust clouded the air with every scuffed boot.But none of that mattered to me.Because all I could focus on was her.Amara.She stood across the field, squared up against a taller opponent, sweat dripping down the side of her temple. Normally, she’d be focused, graceful—even lethal—but today?Something was off.Her steps were slower, her reactions a beat late. Her face was pale, like someone had drained the life from her skin. I watched her sway slightly, blink too long between parries.My gut clenched.“Switch!” barked the instructor, and Amara stumbled back from the next attacker.No. This wasn’t right.I started moving before I even made the decision, weaving past students until I r
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
