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2025-01-14 21:54:31
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I Wasn't supposed to feel this way.
Amara 's POV The moon hung high, its silver glow filtering through my bedroom window as I tossed and turned, restless. A deep growl rumbled within me, low and warning, and I felt my wolf stir for the first time in days. “What is it now?” I asked inwardly, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. The bond had been pulling me relentlessly toward Ryder ever since the rejection had backfired, and my wolf’s emotions only made things worse. “You’re fighting what’s meant to be,” she growled. Her voice was firm yet pleading, a mixture of strength and pain. “He’s ours, Amara. Stop running.” “No!” I snapped. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and infuriating. I don’t want anything to do with him!”“You’re lying to yourself,” she accused, pacing within my mind. I could feel her claws digging into the soil of our shared consciousness, her golden eyes blazing with frustration. “Every time he touches us, we feel alive. Every time he’s near, our heart beats faster. You can deny it to yourself,
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Desperate plea.
Ryder's POV The silence that followed her departure was deafening. It hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud, charged with so much unspoken tension that it felt suffocating. I stood there for a moment, paralyzed by my own inability to move, to make things right. The sun had set, the sky now a canvas of dark blues and purples, yet all I could see was her—the way she turned her back on me, walking away like I wasn’t even there.I wanted to scream, to shout at the universe for being so cruel, for making me fall for the one person I had pushed away the hardest. But no matter how much I cursed myself, no matter how much I tried to fight the pain in my chest, it wouldn’t change the fact that she was gone from me. I took a deep breath, my mind swirling in a mess of confusion, anger, and desperation. How could I fix this?I couldn’t just let her slip away like this. I couldn’t let her believe that I didn’t care—because I did. I cared more than I’d ever let myself admit. I had to make her
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast The Quiet Between Us.
Ryder's POVI froze. She was standing now, her hands at her sides, her eyes soft but guarded. “I don’t know if I can forgive you. But I’m willing to listen... if you really want to prove it.” I didn’t know what I had expected, but it wasn’t this. I turned back to face her, my heart leaping in my chest. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Amara. You have my word.” And this time, when I said it, I meant it.I stepped closer, the air around us thick with unsaid words. Her eyes flickered to my hand, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she stood still, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her body frozen like she was trying to decide what to do next. I took the chance. Slowly, I reached for her hand, my fingers brushing against hers, tentative but sincere. She didn’t pull away.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and gently laced my fingers through hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. The contact sent a jolt of elect
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Don't call me Sweetheart.
Ryder's POVThe following days were… different. Not perfect. Not easy. But different. Amara didn’t completely shut me out, and that was enough to keep me moving forward. She wasn’t ready to forgive me yet—not fully—but she wasn’t running away anymore either. It was as though we were walking a tightrope, carefully balancing between what we were and what we could become. This morning, I decided to push my luck. “Amara,” I called out, leaning casually against my car, waiting for her outside the school entrance. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing as she spotted me, her lips already forming a protest. “Ryder,” she said, her tone sharp as a blade. “What are you doing here?” I smirked, unable to help myself. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, walking past me with purposeful strides, her bag slung over her shoulder. But I followed, determined to keep pace with her. “Relax,” I said keeping my tone steady.----The walk back home after our small truc
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast A step closer.
Ryder's POVThe silence between us was warm, filled with a strange sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years. Amara’s head rested on my shoulder, and I could feel the soft rhythm of her breathing. It felt fragile, like the moment might shatter if I moved too suddenly or said the wrong thing. I broke the silence, my voice quiet. “You know, I used to hate the stars.” She stirred, her head tilting up to look at me. “What? Why?” “They reminded me of all the things I couldn’t reach,” I admitted, keeping my gaze fixed on the sky. “No matter how much I wanted them, they were always too far away. Untouchable.” She was quiet for a moment, her eyes softening. “And now?” I turned to her, my heart aching at the vulnerability in her expression. “Now I think the stars are worth admiring... because they remind me of you.” Her breath caught, and for a second, I thought she might pull away. But instead, she stayed, her gaze dropping to where my arm was still around her shoulders. “Ryder,” she whisp
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast There's no us, Caden.
Amara's POVAs the morning settled into its usual rhythm, I tried to shake the memory of Ryder’s warmth and the quiet moments we had shared. But no matter how hard I tried, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, the way his hand had lingered in mine—it all lingered in my mind like an echo. I sighed and wandered into the hallway, hoping to distract myself. But as I turned the corner, I nearly ran straight into someone else. “Amara,” Caden said, his deep voice pulling me from my thoughts. I blinked up at him, startled. Caden stood tall, his features softer than Ryder’s but no less striking. His blue eyes shimmered like glaciers, cold yet brimming with hidden emotions. His dark hair was slightly messy, as though he had been running his hands through it all morning. “Caden,” I murmured, stepping back slightly, suddenly all too aware of the proximity between us. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his voice low and filled with an edge of something I couldn’t place. “I’ve bee
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You drive me crazy, you know that.
Amara's POV The rest of the evening passed in a haze of frustration and confusion. I avoided Ryder and Caden as best I could, retreating to my room where I could finally be alone with my thoughts. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the memory of their expressions—Caden’s quiet regret and Ryder’s burning intensity. It was late when I decided to step outside for some fresh air. The house felt suffocating, and I needed to clear my head. Wrapping a cardigan around my shoulders, I slipped out onto the back porch, letting the cool night air wash over me. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else there, but of course, fate had other plans. Ryder was leaning against the porch railing, his head tilted back as he stared up at the stars. He looked so different like this—calm, almost vulnerable. The harsh edges I had grown used to seemed to soften under the silver moonlight. He heard me before I could retreat. His head snapped toward me, his piercing eyes locking onto mine.
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I need space from both of you.
Amara's POV The nurse wrapped my ankle tightly, reminding me to keep weight off it. I nodded absentmindedly, my thoughts not on the injury but on Caden. His touch, his words, the way he looked at me—it all played on a loop in my mind. When I finally hobbled out of the office on crutches, I wasn’t surprised to find Caden waiting for me, leaning casually against the wall. He straightened when he saw me, his expression softening. “Didn’t think I’d let you limp around alone, did you?” he teased gently. “I’m fine, Caden,” I said, though my heart betrayed me with a flutter. “Yeah, you’ve said that a lot today,” he replied, taking the crutches from me and holding out his hand. “Come on. I’ll carry you again.” My cheeks flushed. “I can manage.” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “Amara, you’ve been through enough. Let me do this for you.” There was something so earnest in his voice, so unshakably kind, that I couldn’t argue. With a resigned sigh, I let him sc
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Say it, and I'll give it to you.
Jaxon's POV And in the darkness, with no one watching, I finally let go. My touch roamed, possessive and demanding, learning every inch of her body like a map, committing every curve and gasp to memory. My control slipped. My fingers dug into her hip, marking her soft skin. But she only arched closer. It wasn’t enough. I couldn't get close enough, couldn’t taste enough, couldn't give her enough of what I felt. It would never be enough. And in that moment, I knew. I knew I would burn the whole world to ash before I gave her up. I would break every rule, tear down anyone who dared try to take her away, and keep her safe no matter the cost. Because Amara was mine. And I would rather die than lose her. --- Amara's POV I couldn't breathe. His lips, his touch, the way his hips moved against mine—every part of him was fire, and I was burning. His touch was rough, desperate, his control slipping. I wanted it to slip. I wanted him to stop hiding, to show m
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Her words shattered me.
Jaxon's POV I stayed with her until her breathing evened out again, until the tremble in her hands stopped. But even then, I couldn’t shake the image of Alex’s hand resting on her lower back, the way he looked at her like she was something he had a right to touch.He didn’t.She wasn’t his to lean toward, to whisper to like he knew her heart.She wasn’t mine either. Not really.But God help anyone who thought they could take her.The second Amara excused herself to head to the infirmary for a quick check, I stood. My body was already tense, fists tight at my sides as I tracked Alex down the hallway that led to the east courtyard.He was alone—good. I didn’t want an audience.“Alex,” I called out.He turned, surprised to see me. “Hey, Jaxon. What’s up?”I didn’t respond. Just kept walking until I was toe-to-toe with him.He looked at me carefully. “Everything okay?”“No. It’s not.” My voice was low, steady. Dead calm—the kind of calm that comes right before the storm.His expression t
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast What? That I saw your girl with another guy?
Jaxon's POV The sun bore down on the academy training grounds like it had a personal vendetta. Heat shimmered off the concrete in waves, and the clang of steel-on-steel rang out like a war drum. Students lined up in pairs, sparring and barking at each other like rabid dogs under the instructor’s glare. Dust clouded the air with every scuffed boot.But none of that mattered to me.Because all I could focus on was her.Amara.She stood across the field, squared up against a taller opponent, sweat dripping down the side of her temple. Normally, she’d be focused, graceful—even lethal—but today?Something was off.Her steps were slower, her reactions a beat late. Her face was pale, like someone had drained the life from her skin. I watched her sway slightly, blink too long between parries.My gut clenched.“Switch!” barked the instructor, and Amara stumbled back from the next attacker.No. This wasn’t right.I started moving before I even made the decision, weaving past students until I r
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
