All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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It’s all in the hips, Luna. And a healthy dose of sass.

Amara's POV “You’re powerful, Amara,” he murmured, his breath warm at my ear, sending shivers down my spine despite my exertion. “But raw power, untempered by precision, can be wasted. Precision makes power lethal. It turns a strong punch into a knockout blow. It turns a simple block into a disarming maneuver.” His hands moved along my arms, guiding my blocks, adjusting my grip for a throw. “Let me help you make it deadly,” he finished, his voice a low, seductive promise. We practiced throws, intricate grappling techniques, joint locks that seemed impossible, and, crucially, breath control—a calm core in the storm of combat. Caden was patient, unyielding in his expectations, and his sharp eyes saw every subtle flaw, every almost-perfect movement. He drilled me relentlessly, forcing me to internalize the techniques until they were instinctive, until they flowed like water. He wasn’t just training me to win a fight. He was preparing me to survive. To overcome. To emerge victorio

Last Updated : 2025-06-27

The Eve of Battle

Amara's POV The moonlight, a silent, ethereal presence, spilled through the tall, uncurtained glass windows of the triplets' shared bedroom, painting the dark wood floor with shifting patterns of silver and shadow. The room, usually filled with the vibrant energy of three powerful Alphas, held a profound stillness, a hushed anticipation that mirrored the anxious flutter in my own chest. I stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around myself, not from the chill of the night, but from the immense weight of tomorrow. I watched the ancient trees sway rhythmically in the gentle breeze, their shadows dancing like silent specters. Tomorrow, I would face Killian in front of the entire pack. Tomorrow, I’d either prove I deserved this hard-won title, prove my strength and worth, or risk losing everything I had just begun to call mine—my place, my mates, my very identity as Luna. The stakes felt impossibly high. A quiet rustle behind me, the softest sound of fabric against skin, signaled

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

They’ve filled your head with lies.

Amara's POV The air in the pack training arena crackled with an almost tangible electricity, a raw, primal energy that pulsed with the rising moon. Pack members lined the edge of the clearing in a wide, silent circle, their murmurs spreading like wildfire as the moon climbed higher into the velvet sky, casting an ethereal silver light over the packed dirt and dewy grass. Warriors, elders, even the youngest trainees—everyone had come. They huddled together, a sea of expectant faces, their eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and fervent hope, all drawn by the ancient pull of a challenge, waiting to witness the reckoning. But I wasn’t here for them. Not primarily. I was here for me. For every terrified, broken version of myself that Killian had tried to destroy with his words, his sneers, his crushing judgment. For the girl who once believed she’d never be enough, never worthy of love, never strong enough to stand on her own. And for the Luna I had become, forged in the fires of p

Last Updated : 2025-07-04

Yield has been declared! Luna Amara stands victorious!

Amara's POV My punch cut him off. Not a wild swing, but a precise, focused blow. My fist connected with a sickening crack right across his jaw. Cheers exploded from the crowd, a roaring wave of validation that vibrated through my very bones. It wasn't just applause; it was a collective exhalation, a release of pent-up fear and hope. Killian stumbled, shocked, his hand flying to his jaw. His eyes widened, truly seeing me for the first time, seeing the power in my stance, the fire in my gaze. “That broken girl,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous, each word punctuated by a step closer, “would’ve run. She would’ve hidden. She would’ve broken. But I’m still standing. Still fighting. Still here. And I’m going to make you regret every single word.” He roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage, and in one furious, guttural cry, he shifted—bones cracking, muscles tearing, fur ripping through his skin until a massive, grey wolf, eyes burning with untamed savagery, stood before me

Last Updated : 2025-07-04

You made us proud tonight, Luna. Truly proud.

Amara's POV The great hall of the Alpha mansion pulsed with an almost tangible electricity, a joyous current that flowed through every wolf gathered within its ancient walls. Lantern light, warm and golden, chased away the lingering shadows of the day, bathing the space in a comforting glow. Laughter, unrestrained and exuberant, mingled with the lively strains of pack music, creating a symphony of celebration. Food, piled high on long, rustic tables, and amber wine flowed freely, a feast in honor of victory. But more than the warmth, the food, or the music, it was the looks they gave me that truly transformed the atmosphere. The pity that had once flickered in their eyes, the doubt that had clouded their expressions when they spoke of the broken Omega, was utterly gone. Replaced instead by an overwhelming respect. And awe. A silent, profound reverence that made my skin prickle with its intensity. One by one, pack members came to me, their eyes shining with genuine admiration. Some

Last Updated : 2025-07-04

A Morning of Quiet Intimacy

Amara's POV The first sensation that filtered through the hazy edges of my consciousness was warmth. Not just the comforting weight of the blankets, though they were undeniably soft and heavy, cocooning me in a luxurious embrace. It was the warmth of their bodies, a powerful, protective heat, wrapped around me on all sides, a living, breathing fortress. Jaxon lay behind me, his vast, muscular frame spooning against my back. One powerful arm was draped protectively over my hip, anchoring me to him, his face buried deep in my hair, his slow, even breaths ruffling the strands. I could feel the steady thrum of his heart against my spine. Caden was in front of me, nestled close, his fingers still loosely tangled with mine, our hands resting between our bodies. His chest rose and fell with a steady, peaceful calm against my side, a soft, rhythmic comfort that lulled me further into contentment. His scent, clean and earthy, filled my nose. Ryder, ever the unconventional one, was sprawle

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

You’re stuck with us. For eternity.

Amara's POV The sun, a giant fiery orb, hung low in the western sky, streaking the vast expanse of the pack grounds with breathtaking hues of gold, crimson, and deep violet. Its dying light cast long, dancing shadows across the familiar landscape. The entire pack had gathered once more, drawn by the ancient call of tradition and the momentous weight of this evening. Warriors stood in neat, disciplined rows, their forms rigid with respect. Elders were seated on carved stone benches, their faces etched with the wisdom of generations. Families, young and old, clustered just beyond the main council circle, their eyes fixed on the center, a sea of eager faces. At the very heart of that solemn circle, the triplets stood, their powerful presences a tangible force. And this time… I stood proudly between them, not behind, not beside, but with them, their equal, their heart. Jaxon was on my right, his powerful hand resting lightly at my lower back, a constant, reassuring weight. His express

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

We need to set a precedent. A fun Luna.

Amara's POV The pack house had undergone a magnificent transformation, shedding its practical, formidable daytime aura for one of unparalleled celebration and warmth. Garlands woven from fragrant white blooms and shimmering silver ribbons draped elegantly along the walls, catching the soft glow of countless candles. These candles flickered in tall, slender glass holders, casting dancing patterns of light and shadow across the faces of the gathered wolves. The long, sturdy wooden tables, usually reserved for pack meetings, now groaned under the weight of a veritable feast: golden-roasted meats, crusty artisan breads, overflowing bowls of sweet, seasonal fruits, and flagons of potent, spiced wine. Music, a vibrant blend of strings and drums, swelled from a corner of the great hall, weaving through the excited chatter and laughter, giving the very air a festive, almost electric pulse. Everyone had come. The entire pack, young and old, warriors with their scars and elders with their wi

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

I didn’t realize they’d moved me toward the bed until I felt the mattress at the back of my knees.

Amara's POV By the time we finally escaped to their suite, the mansion had grown quiet, the sounds of celebration fading into silence. The door closed behind us with a soft click, sealing us off from the world. For a moment, no one moved. I stood just inside the room, still wearing my ceremonial Luna cloak, the moonlight filtering through the window, bathing the four of us in a silver glow. The air was thick with anticipation and the weight of the day’s events. Jaxon was the first to speak. His voice was low and rough, but soft in its honesty. “You don’t know what you do to us when you stand there like that,” he murmured, his dark eyes drinking me in. The intensity in his gaze made my heart race. Caden stepped forward, his fingers gentle as they unfastened the clasp of the cloak at my throat. “You don’t have to carry anything else tonight,” he whispered, letting the heavy fabric slide from my shoulders to the floor. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered, not from the chill, bu

Last Updated : 2025-07-10

Your mouth is incredible!

Amara's POV Caden and Jaxon weren’t idle. Caden’s mouth found my breast again, his teeth grazing my nipple before he sucked it deep into his mouth. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core, heightening the intensity of Ryder’s thrusts. Jaxon’s hand slid between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling and teasing as Ryder moved inside me. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, and I could feel another orgasm building, faster and harder this time. Ryder’s pace increased, his hips slamming against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Amara,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m close.” “Me too,” I gasped, my body tensing as the pleasure crested. With a final, hard thrust, Ryder came, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his release. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing around him as I came undone once more. We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Ryde

Last Updated : 2025-07-10

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