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I'm not fighting with her.
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2025-02-26 23:50:39
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    No more pretending.
Amaraâs POVThe rest of the school day felt like it was dragging on forever. Every class, every conversation, every glance from someoneâit all felt like it was happening in slow motion, as if the universe was stretching time just to make me more anxious. The tension between me and the triplets seemed to hang in the air, thick and palpable, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. By the time the final bell rang, I was practically running to the exit, eager to escape the overwhelming feeling of being trapped between them. I knew they were waiting for meâat least I hoped they were. It had taken everything in me to suggest we talk, but I couldnât avoid it any longer. We needed to figure this out. As I approached the parking lot, I saw them leaning against Ryderâs truck, their expressions a mix of frustration, guilt, and something else I couldnât quite put my finger on. Ryder was first to straighten when he saw me, his eyes softening immediately. But even with that softness, I could see
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Another Ex.
Amaraâs POV The next morning, I found myself riding to school with Jaxon. It wasnât planned; it just sort of happened. Ryder had left early for something, and Caden was nowhere to be found, leaving Jaxon waiting in the driveway, casually leaning against his car. âGuess itâs just us today,â he had said with that signature grin of his. And I didnât argue. The ride was surprisingly sweet. Jaxon, who was usually full of teasing remarks, seemed different todayâmore thoughtful, more present. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing at stupid jokes and sharing little moments of calm. âYou know,â he said as we pulled into the school parking lot, âI donât think Iâve had a ride this peaceful in months. Usually, Ryderâs barking orders, or Cadenâs too lost in his brooding silence to say anything.â I smirked, glancing at him. âSo Iâm the reason for the peace?â âAbsolutely,â he said, turning to me with a wink. âYouâre like my secret weapon. Calm the chaos, keep the wolves at bayâliter
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Stay with me tonight.
Amara's POV As I sipped my coffee on the porch later that evening, I couldnât shake the feeling that something was shifting between us all. The bond, the tension, the unspoken emotionsâit was all coming to a head.I glanced up as Jaxon stepped out, his easy smile making my heart flutter. He sat down beside me, his presence warm and grounding.âYou okay?â he asked, nudging me gently.âIâm fine,â I said, my voice soft. âJustâĶ thinking.ââAbout?ââEverything,â I admitted. âThe bond. You, Ryder, Caden. How complicated everythingâs become.âJaxon nodded, his gaze thoughtful. âYeah, itâs a lot. But weâll figure it out. Together.âHis words, simple yet sincere, brought a sense of calm that I hadnât felt in days. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, I allowed myself to believe him. To trust that, somehow, weâd find our way through this. Together.---The evening sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow across the room as I sat by the window, lost in thought. Jaxon and Ryder had gone o
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    sharing my bitter past.
Cadenâs POV The room was quiet, bathed in the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the curtains. Amara lay beside me, her head resting on my chest, her fingers drawing soft patterns on my arm. Her touch was calming, but I could feel the tension radiating from her. Something was on her mind, and it was weighing her down. I tilted my head to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. âWhat is it, Amara?â I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated, her fingers pausing their movements before she sighed deeply. âItâs nothing,â she said, but her voice betrayed her. âItâs not nothing,â I said gently, my thumb tracing circles on her shoulder. âTalk to me. Please.â She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a sadness that made my chest ache. For a moment, I thought she might pull away, but then she took a deep breath and began to speak. âMy lifeâĶ before you, before Ryder, Jaxon, and this bondâĶ it wasnât easy,â she started, her voice trembling. âIt
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Haunted Vision.
Amara's POV That night, sleep came to me reluctantly, like a shadow lingering at the edges of my mind. The warmth of my blankets wrapped around me, but my restless thoughts refused to settle. When my eyes finally drifted shut, I was pulled into a world that felt as real as the one I had left behind. I stood in a forest bathed in silvery moonlight, the trees whispering secrets in a language I couldnât understand. The air felt heavy, alive, and I knew this wasnât an ordinary dream. My wolf stirred within me, her presence more vivid than ever. "Amara," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "Pay attention. They need us. This bondâĶ itâs more than fate. Itâs destiny."Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I saw them Caden, Jaxon, and Ryderâstanding apart from each other in the same forest, their expressions tense. They werenât looking at me; they werenât even looking at each other. They were surrounded by shadows, a dark mist swirling around them like chains. Ryderâs jaw was clenched
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Love bite
Amaraâs POVThe morning passed in quiet simplicity. Caden stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing mine as if he needed to reassure himself I was still there. We didnât talk much about the dream or the bond, but his presence was enough to keep my anxieties at bay. As we headed down to breakfast, the house was unusually quiet. Ryder and Jaxon had already left, and for once, I didnât feel the weight of tension between any of us. Caden and I shared breakfast in companionable silence, a rhythm falling between us as we moved around the kitchen. It felt normalâdomestic evenâand I found myself savoring the quiet moments, the sound of plates clinking and coffee pouring. After breakfast, Caden leaned against the counter, watching me with a soft intensity that made my stomach flip. âWhatâs your plan for the day?â I shrugged, wiping my hands on a dish towel. âProbably head to the library. Maybe go for a run later. Why?â A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. âJust making sure youâre not
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    couldn't hold back the desires anymore.
Ryderâs POVI couldnât hold back the desires anymore. My wolf was howling inside me, relentless, craving her, needing her. It was as though my soul was tethered to hers, pulled inextricably, a bond that both terrified and exhilarated me.The way her scent hit me when I was near herâit was intoxicating, a mixture of sweetness and something untamed. It drove me wild, igniting a fire deep inside that I couldnât douse. The more I tried to resist, the stronger the pull became, until there was no escaping it.I had spent weeks convincing myself that I could control it. That I could push her away, maintain some semblance of distance between us, because deep down, I feared what giving into this would mean. But no more. My control was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Not when she was so close, her presence so consuming.The night had been filled with awkward glances and forced conversations, all of us pretending that everything was normal, that we weren
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-01The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    You're so wet.
Amara's POV I shuddered when I felt his fingers slipping inside my top, the coolness of his touch against my flushed skin. He pulled away from me just long enough to peel the Shirt from my body, then his lips were back on mine, kissing me hungrily, his hands exploring every inch of my skin.His sneaky hand fondled my right breast.His lips left mine, and I felt a moment of disappointment, until they moved to my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands slipped between my legs, and a low moan escaped my lips when his fingers brushed again the growing wetness there."Angh!" I moaned when he kissed my throat."You're so wet," he whispered, his voice heavy with lust. "Is this all for me Amara?"I couldn't speak, could barely think, so I nodded, biting my lips to stifle another moan as his fingers squeezed my inner thighs and more juice ran out of my pussy.He grinned, then dipped his head, his lips trailing down my chest, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipple. I arc
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Ryder led me to our favorite secluded spot by the moonlit waterfall.
Amaraâs 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 entityâs 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.
Amaraâs POVThe air in the library crackled with an almost unbearable tension, the chanting of Lyraâs 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.âThere has to be another way,â I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. âI canâtâĶââYou have to, Amara,â Ryder said, his voice low but firm, his silver eyes filled with an unyielding re
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    No, Jaxon! We donât know what it will do!
Amaraâs POV The discovery of the severing ritual ignited a fragile spark of hope amidst the encroaching darkness, but the ancient textâs 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 ritualâs 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.Lyraâs 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.
Amaraâs 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 entityâs 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. Ryderâs 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. Cadenâs 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 entityâĶItâsâĶ marking me.
Amaraâs 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 âaccidents.â 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 â 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?
Amaraâs POV The escalating strangeness around the pack territory, coupled with the chilling weight of my nightmare and Elijahâs 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 entityâs 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 Lyraâs pack. The shared strangeness in the forest, the unsettling feeling of being watched â i
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    It can manipulate reality.
Amaraâs 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 canât shake the feelingâĶ it wasnât just a dream.
Amaraâs 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 â 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 matesâ breathing beside me, usually a soothing lullaby, now felt fragile, precious, something that could
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    It feltâĶ vivid. AlmostâĶ like a warning.
Amaraâs 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 Ryderâs arm around my waist, the steady presence of Caden and Jaxon beside me â 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.âAmara? Whatâs wrong?â His voice was low and husky, laced with concern.I hesitated, the images of the nightmare still too raw, too vivid to articulate easily. â
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