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Amara's POV Days later, the hallway was a cacophony of laughter, gossip, and footsteps as students milled around, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. My eyes were locked on Jaxon as he stood by his locker, leaning against it with the same cocky smirk he always wore. But something was different.I could sense it. The tension in his shoulders. The stiffness in his stance. He wasn’t the Jaxon I knew—the one who used to tease me endlessly, the one who used to make me feel seen and wanted. Now, he felt like a shadow of himself. A stranger.As I walked past, I caught his gaze for a fleeting second. His smirk faltered, and for the briefest moment, I saw it—something vulnerable, something real. But then, like a snap of a finger, it was gone, replaced by cold indifference."Nice outfit," he sneered, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Did you dig it out of a trash bin?" His words cut deep, but his eyes... his eyes told a different story. They weren’t laughing like his voice. They
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Amara’s POVThe next morning, the air at school felt heavier, like an unspoken tension blanketed the halls. It wasn’t just the spell that weighed on the Triplets anymore; it was me. My resolve to ignore them, to shield myself from their venom and confusion, was crumbling faster than I wanted to admit. I kept my head down as I made my way to the library, clutching a book Elian had given me on magical wards and protection spells. It was becoming clear that the Triplets were slipping deeper into the witches’ trap, and if I didn’t act soon, they might be lost forever. I barely made it halfway down the corridor when I heard footsteps behind me. Turning quickly, I found myself face-to-face with Ryder. His expression was conflicted, a mix of anger and something else—something softer. "Amara," he said, his voice strained, "we need to talk." I stepped back instinctively, clutching the book tighter. "There’s nothing to talk about, Ryder." His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. "Stop acti
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Ryder’s POVThe night was suffocating. The air felt thick, pressing against my chest like an invisible weight. No matter how many times I shifted in bed or flipped the pillow over to the cooler side, sleep refused to come. When it finally did, it brought no peace—only darkness and torment. Flashes of Amara filled my dreams. Her face blurred, her voice a desperate cry that echoed in the recesses of my mind. She was crying, her tears streaming down her cheeks like rivers, and I was standing there, watching, unable to move. “Ryder,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why are you doing this to me?” My heart twisted painfully in the dream, yet I couldn’t answer. Something was holding me back, controlling me, silencing me. Suddenly, her face changed. The warmth I’d once known was replaced by a cold, lifeless stare. Her eyes, once full of light, darkened with hatred. “You betrayed me,” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “You chose her over me.” I reached out to her, my hands trembl
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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
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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 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
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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
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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. “
