The Triplet Alpha's Outcast 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

Amara's POV The moon hung low in the sky, a perfect, luminous orb casting its silver light across the surface of the lake. It shimmered, a living, breathing tapestry of liquid starlight, its surface disturbed only by the soft, lapping rhythm against the shore. The cool night air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, was a stark contrast to the heat that had been building inside me all day. I stood at the edge, bare-chested and rooted to the spot, my gaze a fixed point on the water. This wasn't just any lake. It was our lake. The one on our territory where we had all learned to swim, where we had shared countless moments of our youth. But tonight, it felt different. It felt like a sacred space, waiting for her. My eyes, and the possessive gaze of my inner wolf, watched as Amara laughed, a bright, melodic sound that seemed to shatter the silence of the night. She kicked off her sandals, her movements fluid and uninhibited, and ran into the shallows. The water, a dark, vel

Ryder’s POV The first thing my senses registered wasn’t the streaming sunlight sneaking through the sheer curtains, or the gentle chorus of birds trilling outside. It wasn’t the aroma of forest earth, or even the ever-present hush that settled over the lake at dawn. It was Amara. She was a tangle of limbs draped across my chest, a delicate weight that I clung to like something precious I could never dare to lose. The soft warmth of her skin bled through the thin sheet tangled around us. One of her thighs was thrown over mine, her bare foot pressed against my calf beneath the sheets—a proprietary touch that made my wolf preen inside me. Her hair—wild from last night’s impulsive swim—spread across the pillow and my shoulder, its dark strands still carrying the faintest scent of lake water mixed with her own uniquely intoxicating sweetness. Traces of laughter still echoed beneath my skin from hours past, but now she was tranquility itself, her eyelids fluttering in the blue dawn whi

Amara’s POVThe lake shimmered beneath the moon, a black mirror strewn with silver, every gentle ripple catching the light and throwing it softly across the midnight hush. A chill breeze stirred the branches overhead, leaves whispering secrets to the water. The air, crisp and damp, tasted like promise and melancholy. I knelt at the edge, dipping my fingers into the glassy surface, feeling the cold bite clear through me—a shock to cut through the restlessness clawing at my soul.I’d tried to busy myself all evening: wandered the gardens, idled in rooms I never used, listened to clocks tick in distant halls. But it was useless. With the triplets gone to the pack's emergency council, this place—the grand mansion, the forest, even the moon itself—felt empty, too quiet, too vast. The bond, our bond, pulled tight and hot, coiling inside me like a live wire. It hurt, this waiting. It hollowed me, made me ache in places I hadn’t known existed until I met them.I sighed and hugged my knees to

Amara's POV Three pairs of hands mapped my body—tentative at first, as if afraid I might shatter under their touch. Ryder's fingers skimmed my arms, tracing the faint bruises left by Eli's grip, his touch feather-light, almost reverent. Jaxon knelt beside me on the bed, his palms sliding up my sides, bunching the fabric of my torn dress as he went, his breath hot against my skin. Caden, ever the steady one, positioned himself behind me, his large hands settling on my hips, pulling me gently against him so I could feel the solid wall of his chest through his shirt."Amara," Ryder whispered, his voice rough with emotion, eyes locking onto mine. They were storm-dark, filled with a mix of fury and tenderness that made my stomach flutter. "We almost lost you tonight. I can't... I won't let that happen again." His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear I hadn't realized had fallen, the firelight reflecting in his gaze like embers.I leaned into his touch, my own hands reach

Amara's POV “Yes,” I breathed, no longer able to keep the pleading tremor from my voice. “I want to feel alive. I want to be yours.” He slid into me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely, his girth hitting spots Ryder hadn't, making me moan loudly. "Gods, you're dripping with him," he groaned, starting a rhythm that was faster, more playful than Ryder's—teasing pulls nearly all the way out, then deep pushes that slammed home, his balls slapping against my clit with each impact. One hand reached around to rub my swollen bud, circling in time with his thrusts, fingers slick with our combined juices. Caden knelt in front of me on the bed, his cock level with my mouth, thick and veined, the head flushed and leaking. "Open for me, Amara," he commanded softly, his eyes burning with desire. "Let me feel that pretty mouth while Jaxon fucks you." He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding but not forcing. I obeyed eagerly, taking him in, tongue swirling around the head, savor