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Amara's POV The school hallway buzzed with its usual energy—students laughing, gossiping, and rushing to their classes. I tried to blend in, keeping my head low as I walked toward the library. Just as I turned the corner, a familiar voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom. "There she is, the little tramp." I froze, my stomach sinking as I recognized her—Jaxon's girlfriend. She was flanked by a group of her friends, their gazes fixed on me like vultures circling prey. “What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Her lips curled into a sneer. “Oh, don’t play innocent, Amara. We all know what you’re doing.” I frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?” She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with fury. “Because of you, Jaxon has been avoiding me. What did you do, huh? Flash him those pitiful eyes of yours? Or maybe… you spread your legs to keep him warm at night?” Her words cut deep, the humiliation burning through me as a crowd began to gather. Whispering,
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Amara's POV The rest of the morning passed in a haze, Jaxon’s words and the intensity of his gaze replaying in my mind. I hated that he could affect me so deeply with just a few sentences. By the time I finished getting ready for school, I was more determined than ever to avoid him. I grabbed my bag and hurried outside, hoping to catch the bus before anyone could interrupt my plans. But, of course, nothing went as planned in the world of the triplets. As I reached the curb, I heard the unmistakable roar of an engine. I glanced back and froze. A sleek, black Lamborghini was pulling up beside me. The tinted window rolled down, revealing Jaxon behind the wheel, looking far too smug for my liking. “Need a ride, princess?” “No,” I said immediately, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. “Too bad,” he replied, pushing the door open from inside. “Get in.” “I can take the bus.” “Not today, you’re not.” His tone left no room for argument, but I wasn’t going to let him control me. “I d
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Amara's POV The tension in the house was unbearable. I could feel it growing between the triplets, the air thick with unspoken words and raw emotions. Ryder’s words echoed in my mind: You belong to me. And now, it was as if the entire universe was testing that claim.I tried to ignore the undeniable pull, to stay focused on keeping my distance, but everything changed when I walked into the living room that night.Caden was there, pacing with his hands buried in his hair, his face contorted in frustration. Jaxon sat on the couch, his usual cocky expression gone, replaced by a darker mood. They were arguing—again—but this time, it was different. This time, it was about me.“I told you to stay away from her!” Ryder’s voice was like ice as he stood in the doorway, watching the two brothers.“Like hell you will!” Jaxon shot back, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something darker. “She’s not yours to control, Ryder!”I froze, standing just inside the doorway, uncertain whether to
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Amara's POV Alex’s words were soft, laced with the kind of comfort I hadn’t felt in what seemed like years. His hands reached out hesitantly, brushing against my cheek, wiping away the tears I couldn’t seem to stop. There was something gentle about him, something I desperately needed right now. “Amara, you don’t have to go through this alone,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. His thumb lingered on my cheek, and I felt the warmth of his touch. “You’re stronger than this... stronger than him.” I opened my mouth to respond, to tell him how much I appreciated him being here, but before the words could escape, a sound pierced through the fragile bubble of calm we’d created. “Amara.” My heart stopped. The way my name rolled off his tongue – sharp and commanding – was enough to make me freeze. I didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. I knew that voice better than my own. Ryder. A chill ran down my spine as I heard his footsteps, each one deliberate, echoing in the silence be
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Amara's POV I barely made it a few steps before I heard him behind me, his footsteps pounding against the ground. "Amara," Ryder called, his voice rough and urgent. Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my wrist, halting me in place. His touch sent a jolt through me, awakening a part of me I’d been trying so hard to suppress. “Let me go, Ryder,” I whispered, my voice shaky and unconvincing. “No,” he said firmly, spinning me around to face him. His eyes burned into mine, wild and desperate, as if he was afraid I’d slip away if he loosened his grip. My wolf stirred within me, her resolve crumbling at the closeness of him. She begged for him, for his touch, his warmth, his love. And as much as I wanted to resist, I could feel myself breaking, my walls crumbling under the weight of everything I felt. “Amara, please,” Ryder said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “Don’t walk away from me. Don’t do this.” Tears welled in my eyes, and no matter how hard I tried to hold th
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Amara's POV It was already past midnight, but sleep wouldn’t come. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled in a whirlwind of Ryder, Alex, and everything I was too afraid to confront. My wolf was restless, pacing in the back of my mind, her emotions oscillating between frustration and longing. And then, a knock. The sound jolted me, making me flinch. My heart skipped a beat as dread pooled in my stomach. Who could it be at this hour? I pulled the blanket tighter around me, hoping whoever it was would go away. The knock came again, more insistent this time. My body tensed, a shiver running down my spine. Ryder? Caden? Jaxon? No. I didn’t want to face either of them. Not now. Not when I felt so raw. I held my breath, waiting for the sound of retreating footsteps. But instead, the door creaked open. The scent hit me before I saw him—cedarwood and the faintest hint of rain. Jaxon. My wolf stirred instantly, her desperation surging to the surface. She begged me to
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Amara's POV The house was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against my ears and made me hyper-aware of every sound. The triplets were already gone to school, leaving me alone with my thoughts—thoughts that seemed to circle back to him. Caden. I didn’t know if I was avoiding him or if he was avoiding me. Weeks had passed since that night, and though I tried to push him out of my mind, he lingered, like a ghost haunting my every waking moment. With a sigh, I grabbed my coffee and started toward my room, hoping to drown myself in something—anything—to stop the endless loop of thoughts. But as I passed by Caden’s room, a sound stopped me in my tracks. It was faint, muffled, but unmistakable. A low groan, followed by a sharp intake of breath. My wolf stirred instantly, her concern flooding through me. He needs us, Amara. He needs our help. “No,” I whispered, trying to push her voice aside. “It’s not our business.” But she was relentless, her worry wrapping around m
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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
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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
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. “
