The Triplet Alpha's Outcast
The scent of her, the feel of her skin, the warmth of her breath against mine—it was an anchor, a haven.
“I love you, Amara.” The words spilled out, raw and unfiltered, born from a place of profound truth.
Her breath hitched, a small, fragile sound. Her eyes softened, glistening with unshed tears, reflecting the depth of my confession.
“I love you too, Caden,” she whispered, her voice equally raw, equally sincere. And it hit me all over again—that overwhelming, soul-deep need to protect her. To cherish her. To worship her. To make sure no shadow, no threat, no painful memory ever touched her again. It was a fierce, possessive instinct that vibrated through my very core, an Alpha's absolute d
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