All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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I hated the oppressive silence of the woods.

Amara's POV The last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the encroaching dusk, painting the sky overhead in a breathtaking yet melancholic tapestry of lavender and gold, the vibrant hues bleeding into each other like the fading colors of a bruise on the clouds. I remained unmoving on the cool forest floor, the damp earth seeping into the fabric of my trousers, a silent connection to the unyielding ground beneath me. My fingers, restless and seeking a distraction from the turmoil within, played absently with a single blade of grass, tracing its delicate veins over and over, as if the simple, repetitive motion could somehow anchor me to the present, prevent me from being swept away by the relentless tide of my emotions. I hated the oppressive silence of the woods. It was a deceptive stillness, because within its quiet embrace, the memories came flooding back, sharp and vivid, amplified by the absence of external noise. Jaxon’s voice, low and laced with a self-loathing that had felt l

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

Just two halves of something unfinished, seeking a way to become whole.

Amara’s POV I pulled my knees tight against my chest, a futile attempt to ward off the bone-deep chill that had settled within me, a coldness that had little to do with the dropping temperature of the evening air. The ache in my chest, a dull, persistent throb, pulsed with the rhythm of my heartbeat, a constant reminder of the raw, unhealed wound Jaxon had inflicted with his abrupt departure. It felt like a bruise that wouldn’t fade, a constant, tender spot that flared with every unwelcome memory. You can’t keep running from them, my wolf murmured softly in the quiet recesses of my mind, her voice a low, steady counterpoint to the frantic turmoil of my thoughts. I’m not running, I retorted, the bitterness lacing my mental reply. I just need space. I can’t breathe around them right now. Every look, every word… it’s a reminder of what’s broken. My wolf sighed, a mental exhalation that carried a weight of understanding and a quiet, unwavering wisdom. You love them, Amara. All of the

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

You chose to abandon her while she was at her most vulnerable.

Jaxon’s POV The forest had never felt so suffocating, its ancient embrace now a claustrophobic cage pressing in on me from all sides. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath my furious strides, grated on my nerves, amplifying the chaotic thunder of my own heart. It pounded like war drums in my chest, a frantic, desperate rhythm fueled by a cocktail of dread and something dangerously close to hope. I could feel her – Amara – through the bond that, despite my attempts to sever it, still thrummed beneath my skin. A whisper, a pull, a faint magnetic north. She was close. Too close. And the insidious dread that had been gnawing at me since I left her intensified. She wasn’t alone. My wolf snarled under my skin, a low, guttural rumble, pacing restlessly within the confines of my control, sensing something I wasn’t ready to name, wasn’t ready to face. Not until I saw it. Not until my fears solidified into a devastating reality. Not until I saw them. The dense canopy of t

Last Updated : 2025-06-01

when you wouldn’t even stay to say goodbye?

Amara's POV Later that evening the silence inside the pack house was thicker than the dense forest fog outside, clinging to every shadow, every surface. Each tentative step I took down the hallway echoed like thunder in my ears, amplified by the suffocating quiet. I could feel them—all three of them—their presence pressing in from every direction, a palpable force that was impossible to ignore. Their individual scents—Jaxon’s smoky embers, Caden’s sharp, clean storm, Ryder’s warm cedar—wrapped around me like an invisible net, an inescapable web of anticipation. They were waiting in the common room, a place steeped in history and power, where their father once held court with unchallenged authority. Now, under the weight of our fractured bonds and raw emotions, it felt less like a gathering place and more like a war zone, charged with unspoken accusations and simmering tensions. Jaxon stood with his back to the roaring fire, the flames casting dancing shadows across his rigid postu

Last Updated : 2025-06-01

Well, look who suddenly thinks she’s a Luna.

Amara's POV I was halfway to the library, the comforting scent of old paper and dust already a promise of quiet solitude, when it happened. The main hallway, usually a churning river of students, had cleared enough for me to breathe a sigh of relief, making me think I might finally get a moment alone to process the morning’s surreal events. That illusion shattered the instant a sharp, syrupy voice rang out from behind me, cutting through the low hum of distant chatter. “Well, look who suddenly thinks she’s a Luna.” My stride faltered, my heart giving a familiar, unwelcome lurch. Slowly, deliberately, I turned, the muscles in my neck stiff. Sienna. Of course. The beta’s daughter, her perfectly styled blonde hair and immaculate uniform a stark contrast to my own still-somewhat-rumpled appearance. She stood with her two usual shadows, Lena and Paige, both of them dripping with the same smug superiority I’d seen countless times before. I knew that look. It was the same one they wore

Last Updated : 2025-06-03

The Summons

Amara's POV The summons arrived in the most dramatic, public way possible: in the form of a black-sealed envelope, its edges crisp and unyielding, emblazoned with the stark, ancient crest of the Alpha Council. It was delivered during the chaotic peak of lunch, in front of the entire dining hall, where the cacophony of a hundred conversations, clanking cutlery, and boisterous laughter usually reigned supreme. The room fell into an immediate, unnatural hush the moment the elder’s courier stepped forward. He was a lean, imposing figure, cloaked in dark, unadorned robes, his face hidden beneath a hawk-masked hood, a symbol of the Council’s unwavering, impersonal authority. He moved with a chilling grace, his gaze, though unseen, felt like a physical weight as he navigated the crowded tables, his presence alone commanding a silence so profound it felt like a collective breath had been stolen. He stopped directly in front of our table, his hand extending, the black-sealed envelope a

Last Updated : 2025-06-03

The Council demands a Binding Ceremony. One week from now.

Amara's POV The word hit me like a physical blow. Former. It was meant to diminish, to remind me of my place, or rather, my lack thereof. My stomach twisted, a familiar humiliation stinging my throat. They were already stripping me of any new identity I was trying to forge, reducing me to the weakest, most vulnerable part of my past. “You’ve been summoned because word has reached us of an unnatural bond,” Elder Theran continued, his voice devoid of emotion, each word a pronouncement. “A bond between a she-wolf of no standing and the Alpha triplets of one of the most prominent lineages in the Northern Region.” The accusation hung in the air, a poisonous vapor. Ryder, sensing my flinch, his protective instincts flaring, his voice tight with suppressed anger, immediately countered. “The bond isn’t unnatural, Elder. It’s fated.” Another Elder, a woman with formidable silver hair braided intricately around her head, her eyes a diamond-piercing gaze that missed nothing, spoke next.

Last Updated : 2025-06-03

You’re not the only one who’s scared, Amara.

Amara's POV I sat by the window, my knees pulled tightly to my chest, finding a fragile comfort in the fetal position. Outside, the world was cloaked in the deep, silent embrace of late night, the stars pinpricks of defiant light against the vast velvet canvas of the sky. The pack house was hushed, every floorboard settled, every breath held, but my mind was a raging tempest. It spun relentlessly, caught in a dizzying loop of fear and disbelief. The Alpha Council. The Binding Ceremony. The terrifying weight of it all, a destiny thrust upon me that I had never asked for, never even dreamed of. There was a soft, hesitant knock on the door, a sound barely audible above the frantic thrum of my own pulse. I didn’t answer. I couldn't. My throat was tight, choked with unspoken fears, and the last thing I wanted was to face another confrontation, another expectation. I simply buried my face deeper into my knees, willing myself to disappear. But the knob turned anyway, slowly, deliberatel

Last Updated : 2025-06-04

She slept with all three of them to get this far. A true slut for power.

Amara's POV The sun had barely begun its ascent over the ancient stone of the courtyard, painting the dew-kissed grass in hues of gold and amber. But I barely noticed the fleeting beauty of the dawn. All I felt was the tension in the air, a cold, sharp prickling on my skin, a premonition of the battle ahead. As I stepped onto the expansive training field, preparing for another morning of arduous drills, I could already sense the stares—cold, focused, heavy—weighing me down like stones in my pockets. My heart quickened, a frantic bird trapped in my ribs, each time I caught a glimpse of someone whispering behind their hand, their eyes darting furtively in my direction. I tried desperately to concentrate on the familiar movements we’d practiced countless times: the graceful parries, the swift thrusts, the grounded stances. But the insidious undercurrent of derision, the buzzing static of their judgment, made it impossible. My focus fractured, my mind a chaotic mess of self-consciousne

Last Updated : 2025-06-05

You always run when you’re overwhelmed.

Amara's POV The rest of the day passed in a surreal haze, a confusing blend of hushed whispers, lingering stares, and the almost unbearable weight of silence from the majority of the student body. A few brave souls, mostly the girls who had once been my tormentors’ enthusiastic cheerleaders, offered mumbled apologies, their eyes skittering away when I met their gaze. But their paltry words were drowned out by the pervasive quiet, a thick, suffocating blanket that had fallen over the academy. No one dared confront me again, not after what the triplets had done, not after the primal, terrifying way they’d stood around me like shields forged of fire and fury, their collective power radiating an undeniable threat. But the silence spoke louder than insults ever could, echoing the new, uncomfortable reality of my presence, the undeniable shift in my status. It was the silence of grudging respect, of simmering resentment, of outright fear. By the time the last bell rang, its shrill cry a

Last Updated : 2025-06-07

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