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Tempting. But I’d rather have her to myself.
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You're not walking another step on your own.
Amara’s POV We were still a cozy mess of limbs and blankets when Jaxon stirred again, stretching like a cat. “Alright,” he groaned, “if we’re doing this whole ‘four in a bed’ thing, I call dibs on the blanket.”“You’re literally already hogging it,” Ryder grumbled, tugging the sheet toward himself.Caden sat beside me, sipping his coffee like the calm center of the storm. “If you two start a tug-of-war, you’re both getting kicked out.”I bit back a laugh, hiding my smile in my mug. “You all act like brothers.”Jaxon grinned. “Hot, sexy, emotionally scarred brothers who happen to be in love with the same gorgeous girl?”I choked on my coffee, and Caden patted my back with a chuckle. Ryder rolled his eyes but smirked. “He’s not wrong.”“You guys are ridiculous,” I mumbled, cheeks burning.“But you love it,” Ryder said, leaning over to kiss the tip of my nose. “You love us.”I didn’t answer right away. I looked at each of them—Jaxon, still smirking with tousled hair and sleep-heavy eyes
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-11The Triplet Alpha's Outcast A drive. Just you and me.
Amara’s POVThe weight of the world seemed to lift with the deepening silence of the night. Outside our window, the sprawling academy grounds were bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon, casting long, silver shadows from the ancient trees. The usual cacophony of nocturnal creatures was muted, a distant hum that only emphasized the stillness within our room. Caden, ever the anchor, was curled spoon-like behind me, his arm a comforting weight across my waist, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. At the foot of the expansive bed, Jaxon was a study in unconscious relaxation, limbs splayed out, a soft snore escaping his lips as he somehow managed to pilfer a significant portion of the shared blanket.But Ryder… Ryder was a different kind of presence in the quiet darkness.I felt the subtle brush of his fingertips against the back of my hand, a slow, deliberate caress, as if he were trying to tether himself to the present. His touch was feather-light, yet it resonated through
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-11The Triplet Alpha's Outcast How the hell did I get this lucky?
Amara’s POV We stayed in that embrace for a long time, my head resting against Ryder’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart beneath me. His hands traced slow, absent-minded circles on my back while my fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt.The world outside was hushed, the car windows fogged with our shared heat and secrets, but inside, everything felt perfectly clear.“I missed this,” I whispered.Ryder tilted his head down, brushing his lips over my temple. “Yeah?”I nodded against him. “I missed you like this. Just us. No noise. No chaos.”He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and his voice was rough with emotion. “You still have me, Amara. Even when I’m being a jealous ass.”I smiled. “Especially then.”He groaned softly, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You’re trouble.”“You love it,” I teased.“I really, really do.”He cupped my face again and kissed me—this time slower, like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth. My hands gripped the collar
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You’re stealing me now?
Caden’s POV The morning had been a delightful storm of laughter and spilled coffee. Her playful jabs during breakfast, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she teased me – it was a stark contrast to the heavy silence that used to define my mornings. Even the usual competitive energy between the pack members felt lighter, somehow infused with her easygoing presence. The day unfolded with a comfortable rhythm, punctuated by her bright smiles and the soft brush of her hand against mine whenever we were close.But it was in the quiet of the late afternoon that I found her, a vision of serene beauty that stole my breath away. She stood in the backyard, the manicured lawn soft beneath her bare feet, her face tilted towards the heavens. The setting sun painted the sky in strokes of fiery orange, melting into soft lavender, and the golden light caught in the strands of her hair, turning it into a halo. She looked utterly at peace, a part of the earth and sky in equal measure, and a
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Do you get jealous?
Amara’s POV The quiet at the overlook deepened, a comfortable hush that settled over the valley as the last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the encroaching night. The air grew cooler, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine. Above us, the first stars began to prick the darkening canvas of the sky, tiny diamonds scattered across velvet.Caden, ever the picture of relaxed confidence, had stretched out on the cool metal of his car’s hood. His arms were pillowed behind his head, his gaze fixed on the celestial display unfolding above. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes as he traced constellations only he seemed to recognize. I sat beside him, my knees drawn up to my chest, the denim of my jeans rough against my skin. I found myself stealing glances at him, drawn to the way the faint moonlight sculpted the sharp angles of his jaw and the slight furrow in his brow as he concentrated on the stars. It was a different side of him, a contemplative stillness that contrasted
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Do you have any idea the level of panic that was setting in?
Amara’s POV The drive back with Caden was a bubble of quiet contentment. The stars had begun to fade behind the encroaching city lights, but the memory of them, and the feeling of Caden’s arms around me under their vast expanse, lingered like a warm embrace. As we pulled into the driveway, the familiar silhouette of the house, usually bustling, seemed unusually still in the late hour.The moment Caden cut the engine, the front door burst open as if propelled by an unseen force. The rapid thud of footsteps echoed from inside, and then Jaxon was there, framed in the doorway, arms crossed dramatically over his chest.“Finally,” he declared, his voice a theatrical mix of relief and annoyance. “I was this close,” he pinched his fingers together with a tiny sliver of space between them, “to unleashing my inner tracker and dragging you two back by your ears. Do you have any idea the level of panic that was setting in?”Caden, ever the picture of nonchalant alpha, just smirked, tossing his k
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-14The Triplet Alpha's Outcast There’s a new guy transferring to our class.
Amara’s POV The fluorescent lights of our advanced literature class hummed with their usual monotonous drone, a soundtrack to the rustling of papers and the occasional stifled yawn. Honestly, after the intense emotions of the past few days – the quiet drive with Caden, the comforting embrace of all three of them back home – the normalcy of school felt almost surreal. I was nestled between Maya and Chloe, our usual corner of the classroom feeling like a safe haven.“Did you hear?” Maya whispered, leaning closer, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and gossip. “There’s a new guy transferring to our class. Apparently, he just moved to town.”Chloe, ever the pragmatist, rolled her eyes slightly. “So? New kids transfer all the time.”“But this one’s supposed to be… wow,” Maya emphasized, drawing out the word with dramatic flair. “My cousin in senior year saw him in the office. Said he looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”I chuckled, used to Maya’s enthusiastic pronounc
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-16The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You’re… different. In a good way.
Amara’s POVDays turned into weeks, and Liam settled into Northwood High with a quiet grace. The initial storm of female attention had calmed slightly, replaced by a steady undercurrent of admiration and the occasional bold attempt at flirtation, all of which Liam handled with a polite, almost detached charm. He was friendly to everyone, but didn't seem to form any particularly close bonds, remaining somewhat of an enigma.My mates’ vigilance regarding Liam hadn’t lessened. One of them always seemed to be subtly aware of his proximity to me, their gazes occasionally flicking towards him during class or in the hallways. It was a silent, unspoken agreement between them, a constant low hum of protectiveness that I was both comforted and slightly exasperated by.Despite their reservations, Liam and I found ourselves occasionally paired together for group projects or seated near each other in class. He was intelligent and thoughtful, and I found myself enjoying our conversations, which usu
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-17
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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. “
