Semua Bab The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Amara's POV The sun, a benevolent eye in the morning sky, filtered through the uppermost branches of the ancient trees surrounding the Alpha mansion, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the expansive courtyard. Below, the entire pack had gathered, a sea of faces stretching back from the grand stone steps, all eyes fixed on the entrance. I stood just inside the imposing double doors, my heart thundering against my ribs like a war drum, each beat echoing the rapid pulse in my ears. The murmur of voices from the gathered crowd was louder than usual today—a swirling symphony of curiosity, raw expectation, and lingering doubt. All of them waiting. Waiting to see me. I smoothed my palms down the deep, lustrous fabric of my gown, a cascade of emerald silk that flowed like liquid moonlight around me. It was simple in its design, yet undeniably regal, chosen by the triplets themselves with an intuitive understanding of what would best complement my newfound status. My mark—

Amara's POV The last echoes of the celebration had long since faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the mansion settling into its nightly slumber. Distant strains of music, faint laughter, and the clinking of forgotten glasses had finally dissolved into the deep, peaceful hush of midnight. I stood barefoot on the cool, rough stone of the rooftop balcony, the gentle grit beneath my feet grounding me more effectively than any elaborate ceremony ever could. A soft, whispering night breeze danced around me, a silent companion, brushing loose strands of hair across my face as I lifted my gaze to the boundless expanse above. The stars. They were endless. Scattered across the velvet canvas of the sky like shattered diamonds, each one a tiny, distant sun, oblivious to the momentous changes that had transpired below. Their silent grandeur humbled and awed me, making the day’s triumphs and confrontations feel both monumental and utterly insignificant in the vastness of the cosmos. I wrapped

Amara's POV The lingering scent of fresh coffee and the faint sweetness of baked goods still hung in the air of the Alpha mansion kitchen, a comforting, domestic embrace. We lingered long after the last bite of breakfast had been devoured, the quiet hum of contentment settling over us like a soft blanket. The usual morning rush of a pack house felt a million miles away, replaced by a profound sense of timelessness. Ryder, ever the picture of relaxed defiance, leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretched out, arms folded behind his head. His bare feet, unabashedly, rested in Jaxon’s lap, a playful challenge. Jaxon, for his part, didn’t protest physically, but his habitual scowl deepened perceptibly every time Ryder wiggled his toes. It was an unspoken, familiar dynamic—Ryder pushing boundaries, Jaxon tolerating it with grumbling affection. Caden sat beside me, a quiet, reassuring presence. His warm hand rested lightly on my thigh, a constant, comforting weight that sent sub

Amara's POV The late morning air was crisp and invigorated, carrying the deep, clean scent of pine from the surrounding forest, mingled with the earthy aroma of sun-warmed stone. It was a perfect day, mirroring the quiet contentment that had settled within me after our intimate kitchen breakfast. We stepped onto the private training grounds, a sprawling, secluded area hidden behind the mansion, surrounded by ancient, towering trees that seemed to stand as silent guardians. It was peaceful out here—no bustling pack members, no curious gazes, no judgmental eyes. Just the four of us, and the palpable, low hum of energy that constantly vibrated between our connected bonds, a symphony unique to us. I began pulling my hair into a high, practical ponytail, securing it with a leather tie. My muscles already felt eager, twitching with anticipation. “Don’t go easy on me,” I warned, my voice firm, laced with a playful challenge as I met each of their gazes. My tone left no room for debate.

Amara's POV A collective gasp echoed from nearby warriors and pack members who had been drawn by the rising tension, the ominous presence of an unknown rogue. Tension rippled through the entire courtyard, vibrating in the still evening air, as the weight of his challenge settled upon us. A direct challenge to the Luna’s worthiness was almost unheard of, a grave insult, a blatant disregard for tradition and rank. “What are you doing, Killian?” I asked, my voice surprisingly calm despite the fire that now burned fiercely in my chest. My wolf, usually content to be an inner presence, was now pacing, a restless, powerful entity demanding release. He smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “It’s simple, Amara. The Luna mark… it binds you to power. To the Alphas. But what if you stole it? Manipulated them into choosing you? Convinced them you were something you’re not? You were always good at hiding behind others, weren’t you? Always playing the victim. I want the pack to see if you t