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How could I have messed this up so badly?
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2025-03-07 15:03:27
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Just get to the point.
Amara's POVThe day had started off like any other. I sat in the cafeteria, a cup of coffee in hand, trying to keep my thoughts from drifting back to everything that had been happening lately. But it was hard. It was impossible to ignore the knot in my stomach every time I thought about Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, and the mess we were all in. My wolf was restless, growling in the back of my mind, unsure of what to make of everything. It didn’t help that Selena was always around, throwing herself into situations where she could get a reaction out of me. I had always known she was trouble, but now it felt like she was out for blood.I was staring blankly at my phone when I felt a presence looming over me. My heart dropped when I saw her...Selena, of course.She was standing right in front of me, a smirk plastered on her face, her arms crossed as if she owned the place. “Hey, Amara,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness and something else. A challenge.I looked up, trying to keep my emo
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-07The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You think an apology is going to fix this?
Amara's POVI couldn’t believe it. Every word Selena had said hit me like a thousand knives, each one sharper than the last. I felt my chest constrict, the pain unbearable, my heart shattering into pieces. How could they? First Jaxon, and now Ryder? It was as if my entire world had crumbled around me.“Amara…” Selena’s voice pierced the silence again, her smirk wide and unapologetic as she watched me from across the hallway. “You should’ve seen it. Ryder and I—" She paused for effect, clearly enjoying the torment she was causing. "It was just like old times.”I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. The weight of her words crushed me, but I refused to let her see me break. I turned on my heel, trying to keep my composure, but the tears spilled over. My steps faltered, and I ran—away from Selena, away from the pain.I heard footsteps behind me, fast and determined. Caden.“Amara, wait!” His voice was gentle, but I couldn’t stop. I just needed to get away fro
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-07The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Thumb tracing the curve of my jawline.
Amara's POVThe car ride home felt like an eternity. The world outside the window blurred as my mind replayed everything that had happened at school—Selena’s cruel words, Ryder’s and Jaxon’s betrayal.My heart still felt like it was in pieces, each jagged fragment weighing me down with the heaviness of their actions. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream. So, I remained silent, my gaze fixed outside the window, barely noticing the passing scenery.Caden’s presence beside me was comforting in a way I couldn’t explain. He didn’t push me to talk, didn’t force any words from my lips. He let me have the silence, knowing that I needed it, just as much as I needed him.His hand rested on the gearshift, but I could feel his eyes on me, even though I didn’t look at him. I could sense the questions, the concern, and the emotions he was trying to hold back. I wondered if he could see how broken I felt, how shattered everything had become in such a short time.The hum of the engine filled th
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I don't want to hear it.
Amara's POVThe morning light streamed through the windows as I stirred, the warmth of Caden’s embrace still lingering in my thoughts. Last night replayed in my mind like a dream I wasn’t ready to wake from a dream where, for the first time in a long while, I felt seen, understood, and safe. But with the morning came reality. The heartbreak Ryder and Jaxon caused still ached deep inside, and the lingering tension between them and me loomed over my thoughts like a storm waiting to break. No matter how much comfort I found in Caden, the wounds from the others hadn’t fully healed. Caden must have noticed my hesitation as I slowly sat up at the breakfast table. He leaned over, his hand brushing mine. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low, as if he were afraid to disturb my fragile state. I nodded, though my heart felt heavier than I wanted to admit. “I’m fine,” I replied, forcing a smile. His gaze lingered, skeptical, but he didn’t push me further. “If you’re not, you’ll tell me, right?
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast sorry for kissing you like that.
Amara's POV We barely made it down the hallway before the weight of everything crashed down on me. My chest felt heavy, and the tears I’d been holding back spilled over, hot and unrelenting. I stopped, my hand still clutching Caden’s as I turned to face him. “I’m sorry, Caden,” I choked out, my voice trembling. He frowned, his eyes searching mine. “For what?” “For kissing you like that,” I admitted, my words tumbling out in a rush. “It wasn’t fair to you. I just—” My voice broke, and I shook my head, the tears blurring my vision. Caden’s grip on my hand tightened, grounding me. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady. “Look at me, Amara.” I hesitated, but eventually, I lifted my gaze to meet his. His blue eyes were filled with so much warmth and understanding that it made my heart ache even more. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he said firmly. “Not for that kiss. Not for anything.” “But it wasn’t right,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I did it to hurt them,
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I like seeing you smile.
Amara's POV The next morning, I woke up feeling surprisingly lighter. It was as if the weight I’d been carrying for days had shifted just enough for me to breathe again. My mind lingered on Caden, his words, his touch, the way he made me feel safe. But there wasn’t time to dwell on it. The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I was met with the sight of Ryder and Jaxon sitting at the table, their expressions grim. The tension in the room was suffocating. I froze in the doorway, my eyes darting between them. Caden wasn’t there, and I immediately wished I’d waited for him. “Amara,” Ryder started, his voice unusually soft. I held up a hand, cutting him off. “Don’t,” I said, my voice cold. “I don’t want to hear it.” “Please,” Jaxon interjected, standing up. “Just let us explain—” “Explain what?” I snapped, my anger bubbling to the surface. “How you both managed to shatter my trust in less than a week? How you think a few words can fix the damage you’ve done?” They both looked taken
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Just leave me alone!
Amara’s POV The next day, I decided to take a walk through the woods near the house. The fresh air and solitude felt like the perfect way to clear my head. The events of the past week had left me drained, emotionally and physically. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, Jaxon, Ryder, and Caden all occupying spaces they shouldn’t. I stopped by a small stream, the sound of water rushing over rocks soothing my frayed nerves. As I crouched to run my fingers through the cold water, a voice behind me made me freeze. “Amara.” I turned slowly, my heart sinking as I saw Ryder standing a few feet away. He looked disheveled, his dark eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place—guilt, frustration, desperation? “What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. “I needed to talk to you,” he said, stepping closer. I stood, crossing my arms over my chest. “I think you’ve said enough, Ryder. There’s nothing left to talk about.” “Amara, please,” he pleaded, h
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast what did I do to deserve you?
Amara’s POV The next day, I resolved to avoid everyone. Ryder’s words still echoed in my mind, and the pain of seeing him and Jaxon betray me lingered like a fresh wound. I stayed in my room for most of the morning, reading a book but barely registering the words on the pages. By midday, the silence became suffocating, and I decided to step outside for some air. The crisp breeze felt like a small reprieve from the whirlwind inside me. I wandered aimlessly, letting my feet guide me, until I found myself near the edge of the forest. Memories of Ryder from yesterday came rushing back. His voice, his desperate eyes, the way he called my name—it all tugged at my heart. “Amara!” The sound of my name startled me. I turned to see Jaxon jogging toward me, his expression conflicted. I groaned internally. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. “Jaxon, please,” I said, raising a hand to stop him. “Don’t.” He paused, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. “Just hear me out
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09
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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. “
