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Haven’t you had enough of us?
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I’ve had enough of your games, Ryder.
Ryder’s POVThe door slammed shut behind her, and the silence that followed was deafening. I stood frozen, staring at the spot where Amara had been just moments ago. My fists clenched at my sides, and my nails bit into my palms as I tried to hold myself together. She didn’t cry this time. She didn’t even yell. She just looked at me—looked at me like I was nothing. And, damn it, I felt like nothing. I sank back into my chair, running a hand through my hair as my heart pounded painfully in my chest. Her words echoed in my mind on a loop: "I know this isn’t you, Ryder. I know you’re under a spell, and I’m going to break it."She believed in me. After everything I’d said and done to her, after every cruel insult and heartless action, she still believed in me. And I’d hurt her again. The spell’s grip on my mind felt like iron chains tightening with every thought. One moment, I wanted to chase after her, to fall at her feet and beg for forgiveness. But the next moment, anger and bittern
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Amara's POV The next day, everything felt like it was crumbling again. The air in the school was thick with tension, and the moment I walked into the cafeteria, I could feel their eyes on me—Jaxon, Caden, and Ryder. But today, Jaxon’s gaze was different. His usual cocky confidence was replaced by something darker, something cold.I approached the table where he and the others were sitting, my heart racing. I didn’t know why I still felt this pull toward them, especially after everything that had happened. But the pull was there, deep in my chest, making it harder to breathe.Without warning, Jaxon stood up as I neared, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?" he spat, his voice loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear.The words stung, cutting through the air like a blade. The room went silent, and all eyes turned to us. I froze, shocked by the sudden outburst. This wasn’t the Jaxon I knew."Excuse me?" I managed to say, my voice trembling, not just from anger, but fro
Last Updated : 2025-03-28The Triplet Alpha's Outcast How do I pull them out of this curse?
Amara's POV I stood there, in the clearing, my heart pounding, my hands trembling from the intensity of what I was about to do. The air felt thick with anticipation, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. Elian stood a few steps away, his gaze unwavering as he watched me carefully. I knew he had faith in me, but that only made the pressure heavier. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but I had no choice. I couldn’t leave them like this. I couldn’t let Jaxon, Ryder, and Caden stay trapped in the curse that had twisted everything between us. They might not remember it, but I did. I remembered the love, the laughter, the moments when we were together. And I refused to let some spell control their lives, control my life, like this.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “I’m ready,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was saying it for Elian or for myself. His eyes softened as he nodded. “You’ve grown stronger, Amara. I know you can do this.”I looked out in
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Amara's POV I stood in the clearing, Elian’s words echoing in my mind. The spell was weakening, but it wasn’t enough. The bond was fragile, and I still had a long way to go to break it. My heart ached thinking about how far the Triplets had fallen, how the curse had twisted everything we once had. It was hard to believe that the people I had loved and trusted were now under the control of someone like Selena and Stephanie. The thought burned deep inside me.But I couldn't give up on them—not now, not after everything. Elian watched me with an unreadable expression, his eyes scanning my face as if trying to gauge my next move. The air was thick with magic, the remnants of what I had just done hanging in the atmosphere. I felt it, the power, still pulsing in my veins, but I was drained. I needed to rest, to think. But there was no time for that. "I did what you asked," I said, trying to steady my breath. "But... why does it still feel incomplete? Why can't I fully reach them?"Elian’
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Amara’s POV The training grounds were quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the cold evening breeze. I stood in the center, my hands trembling, not from fear but from exhaustion. The repetitive practice, the intense focus it took to channel my energy, was draining me. Yet, I refused to stop.The faces of the Triplets flashed in my mind—Jaxon’s cold indifference, Caden’s biting words, and Ryder’s hollow guilt. They were slipping away, and I couldn’t bear to lose them. Elian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp green eyes watching my every move. "Again," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. I clenched my fists and nodded, steadying my breathing. "I can do this," I muttered to myself, summoning the magical energy inside me. I visualized the threads of the spell wrapped around the Triplets, choking them, twisting their emotions. I imagined breaking those threads, unraveling them one by one. "Focus," Elian said, stepping closer. "You’re le
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Amara's POV The following morning, I woke up with a pounding headache, the weight of yesterday’s practice still clinging to my body like an invisible shroud. I dragged myself to the bathroom, staring at my reflection. My eyes were tired, shadows darkening beneath them. A reminder of how much I had been pushing myself. The training was taking a toll, but Elian was right. I couldn’t let my emotions control me. The spell wrapped around the Triplets wasn’t just dark magic; it was a web of pain, manipulation, and deception, and I was going to break it, no matter what. At school, I tried to keep my head low, avoiding unnecessary interactions. My resolve was strong, but I couldn’t deny how much it hurt seeing them every day, acting like completely different people. They weren’t the same Triplets who had once been a part of my life, a part of my heart. The first encounter happened during lunch. I was sitting alone, picking at my food, when I felt a shadow loom over me. Looking up, I saw J
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Amara's POV The next few days passed in a blur of intense training, every waking moment spent honing my magical abilities. Elian pushed me harder than ever, each session more draining than the last, but I could feel myself getting stronger. The connection to my magic was becoming clearer, more tangible, like I could finally control the chaotic force inside me.I had to save them. I couldn’t stand seeing the Triplets like this, so far from the brothers I once knew. The spell had twisted them, torn them apart, and it was my fault they were in this mess. But it wasn’t too late. I could still fix it. The practice sessions were relentless. Elian had me focus on my emotions, channeling my anger, pain, and grief into my magic. I had to harness every single feeling that had been building up inside me. Every time I thought about Jaxon’s cold behavior, Ryder’s confusion, or Caden’s utter indifference, I allowed it to fuel me. The spell had taken everything from me, and now it was time to take
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Amara's POV The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room as I sat on the edge of my bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My heart was still broken, my trust shattered. It was midnight, and I wasn’t sure if I was awake or lost in a nightmare. But I couldn’t escape the pain. Ryder stood in the doorway, his figure tall and imposing, but his usual confidence was gone. His posture was slumped, shoulders tense, eyes full of guilt. He had come to apologize, I could tell. But would words be enough to heal the wound he had left in my heart?"Amara..." He said my name like a prayer, his voice hoarse. He stepped into the room cautiously, almost as if afraid to be near me, unsure of how I would react. I wanted to scream at him, to ask him how he could do this to me, but all that came out was a shaky breath."Why, Ryder?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Why did you sleep with her? Selena... after everything we’ve been through. How could you?"Ry
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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. “
