Amara’s POV
A soft warmth fell across my face, pulling me from a deep sleep. Blinking, I opened my eyes, taking in unfamiliar surroundings. It took me a moment to realize where I was. Caden’s room. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up, memories from the night before flooding back. The forest, the fainting spell, Caden carrying me here, staying by my side… My eyes landed on him, still sleeping in the chair beside the bed. He looked so different, relaxed in sleep, his features softened in a way I’d never seen before. The morning sunlight touched his face, casting golden hues over his cheekbones and making his lashes look even darker. I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized. He was so… beautiful. And vulnerable, like all his usual walls were down. A strange tug pulled at me, something I couldn’t name. It was as if I could feel his presence in the room, like a heartbeat just beneath the surface. I’d spent years hating him, hating all of them, but right now… I couldn’t deny there was something different. Something I couldn’t ignore. He stirred, and I snapped my gaze away, my cheeks heating as I realized how closely I’d been watching him. Gently, I slipped off the bed, careful not to wake him. Just as I reached the door, I glanced back, catching one last look at him. A strange ache filled my chest, but I pushed it down and left. --- After showering and getting ready, I slipped on my usual jeans and sweater, hoping a simple outfit would make me feel more like myself. I wanted to forget last night—the rejection, the curse, and the strange, unexplainable bond that lingered between us. I wanted to push it all away. Waiting outside for the bus, I hugged my backpack to my chest, forcing myself to take steady breaths. Everything felt different now, as if the air itself was thicker, weighted with unspoken things. But as soon as I began to feel some semblance of calm, a sleek, black Lamborghini pulled up right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the door swing open, and Ryder stepped out, his expression intense, purposeful. He moved toward me with long, deliberate strides, his eyes fixed on mine. “Get in,” he said, his voice low and firm. --------- Ryder's POV She didn’t hesitate when she looked me in the eyes, her voice sharp as a blade. "No, I won't . I hate you, Ryder." she said simply, defiantly. Her gaze was unyielding, fierce even, and I couldn't help the thrill that surged through me. Amara was always fighting me, challenging me—and, damn it, I loved every second of it. But the way she said it… "I hate you, Ryder." The words cut through me, louder than any curse, sharper than any wound. She hated me—yet here I was, craving her with every bone in my body. I stepped closer, watching as she instinctively stepped back, her eyes widening, her walls rising. But I wasn’t letting her go that easily. I grabbed her wrist, feeling the slight tremor in her pulse beneath my fingers, and pulled her toward the car, sliding her in beside me. Once I was seated, I leaned in, taking in the sight of her face, the tension in her jaw as she refused to meet my gaze. "What… what the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her voice filled with both anger and something else—a flicker of something uncertain. I smirked, my hand moving to click her seatbelt into place, fingers grazing her shoulder, relishing in how her breath hitched just slightly. I drove off, the engine roaring beneath us as I pushed the car faster. Maybe if I drove hard enough, I could drown out her voice in my mind, erase that "I hate you" that kept clawing at me. But it didn’t work. She was there, next to me, her presence practically setting the air between us on fire. Her words echoed in my mind, challenging me, haunting me. I tightened my grip on the wheel, feeling that familiar heat building inside, twisting me in ways I didn’t fully understand. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I slammed the brakes, the car jerking to a stop, and saw her flinch, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat as she turned to look at me, shock written on her face. My eyes fell to her lips, full, parted, tempting me with the anger and challenge they held. I knew I shouldn’t, knew this was madness—but something in me snapped. I leaned in, my gaze holding hers for a heartbeat before I closed the distance, crashing my lips against hers. For a moment, she froze, and I thought she’d pull away, slap me, spit that hatred in my face. But instead, I felt her yield, her body softening against mine, her lips moving in sync with mine. Her hands clutched my jacket, caught between pulling me close and pushing me away, her own inner battle raging as fiercely as mine. I felt her anger melt into something deeper, something raw and unfiltered, like we were both suspended in this charged, dangerous moment where nothing else mattered. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, anchoring her as if she were the only thing grounding me. She tasted of defiance and fire, every brush of her lips a reminder of all the times she’d fought me, all the words she’d thrown at me. And now, here we were, wrapped up in something we both hated and couldn’t resist. I could feel her fingers tangle in my hair, hesitant at first, then tightening, pulling me closer as though she were letting herself fall into the same madness that had taken me over. The kiss was rough, unrestrained, each of us pouring everything into it—anger, desire, fear, and that damnable pull between us that neither of us could seem to break. Finally, I pulled back, breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together as we tried to steady ourselves, tried to find something to say. But there was nothing. We’d both crossed a line, and we both knew it. Her gaze was filled with a mixture of fury and something softer, something unspoken. She opened her mouth as though to say something, but the words died on her lips. "Still hate me?" I murmured, a trace of that smirk slipping back. But she didn’t answer. Instead, she just looked away, her hand still resting on my chest, as if she wasn’t ready to let go… even if she couldn’t admit it.Amara’s POVAfter the kiss, an unspoken silence hung heavy between us, the air thick with tension neither of us could break. I shifted in my seat, my heart still racing, and turned my face toward the window, hoping the passing scenery would distract me. "What was I thinking?" I cursed myself inwardly. I’d kissed him—Ryder, the man I despised most in this world. I hated the way my heart betrayed me, still pounding with the memory of his lips against mine.As we pulled into the school parking lot, I tried to slip out of the car quickly, desperate to put some distance between us. But Ryder was at my side in a flash, his presence a constant, unwavering reminder of the tangled mess I now found myself in.As we walked toward the school, I could hear the murmur of voices as heads turned our way, girls casting glances toward Ryder, their eyes wide with admiration. The whispers grew louder, full of excitement and envy.“Is that Ryder?” one girl gasped, her voice full of awe.“He looks like he
My heart was already heavy from the strange, unrelenting pull Ryder and his brothers had over me. I didn’t need more drama, especially after yesterday. Without sparing him a glance, I moved quickly to an empty desk and settled in. For a moment, I thought I was in the clear—until Alex approached. Alex was kind, gentle, and normal—everything the Blackwood brothers weren’t. He gave me a friendly smile before sliding into the seat next to me without waiting for an invitation. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said, brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes. “The seat was empty, and you looked like you could use some company.” I gave him a hesitant smile. “I don’t mind.” “I was wondering…” Alex leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so the room’s chatter wouldn’t drown him out. “Do you have a boyfriend? Because if not, I’d like to—” He didn’t get to finish. The classroom door slammed open, crashing against the wall with a force that made everyone jump. Ryder strode in, his jaw clenched,
The silence between us felt heavier than any words could have. Ryder’s proximity made it impossible to think straight, his scent—a mix of cedarwood and something darker, intoxicating—filling the air. My breath hitched as his gaze roamed my face, lingering on my trembling lips. “Amara,” he whispered, his voice a velvet murmur. “Say it. Tell me you don’t feel this.” “I…” My words caught in my throat. How could I deny it when my heart betrayed me with every erratic beat? “No?” Ryder tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk curling his lips. But there was no humor in his eyes—only a desperate intensity that made me feel exposed. “I hate you,” I finally managed, though even to my ears, the words sounded hollow. “Liar.” He closed the gap between us, his hand brushing my cheek. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine. “If you really hated me, you’d push me away right now.” “Maybe I will,” I shot back, trying to summon strength. “Do it,” he challenged, his thumb grazing my ja
Amara 's POV The moon hung high, its silver glow filtering through my bedroom window as I tossed and turned, restless. A deep growl rumbled within me, low and warning, and I felt my wolf stir for the first time in days. “What is it now?” I asked inwardly, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. The bond had been pulling me relentlessly toward Ryder ever since the rejection had backfired, and my wolf’s emotions only made things worse. “You’re fighting what’s meant to be,” she growled. Her voice was firm yet pleading, a mixture of strength and pain. “He’s ours, Amara. Stop running.” “No!” I snapped. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and infuriating. I don’t want anything to do with him!”“You’re lying to yourself,” she accused, pacing within my mind. I could feel her claws digging into the soil of our shared consciousness, her golden eyes blazing with frustration. “Every time he touches us, we feel alive. Every time he’s near, our heart beats faster. You can deny it to yourself,
Ryder's POV The silence that followed her departure was deafening. It hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud, charged with so much unspoken tension that it felt suffocating. I stood there for a moment, paralyzed by my own inability to move, to make things right. The sun had set, the sky now a canvas of dark blues and purples, yet all I could see was her—the way she turned her back on me, walking away like I wasn’t even there.I wanted to scream, to shout at the universe for being so cruel, for making me fall for the one person I had pushed away the hardest. But no matter how much I cursed myself, no matter how much I tried to fight the pain in my chest, it wouldn’t change the fact that she was gone from me. I took a deep breath, my mind swirling in a mess of confusion, anger, and desperation. How could I fix this?I couldn’t just let her slip away like this. I couldn’t let her believe that I didn’t care—because I did. I cared more than I’d ever let myself admit. I had to make her
Ryder's POVI froze. She was standing now, her hands at her sides, her eyes soft but guarded. “I don’t know if I can forgive you. But I’m willing to listen... if you really want to prove it.” I didn’t know what I had expected, but it wasn’t this. I turned back to face her, my heart leaping in my chest. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Amara. You have my word.” And this time, when I said it, I meant it.I stepped closer, the air around us thick with unsaid words. Her eyes flickered to my hand, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she stood still, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her body frozen like she was trying to decide what to do next. I took the chance. Slowly, I reached for her hand, my fingers brushing against hers, tentative but sincere. She didn’t pull away.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and gently laced my fingers through hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. The contact sent a jolt of elect
Ryder's POVThe following days were… different. Not perfect. Not easy. But different. Amara didn’t completely shut me out, and that was enough to keep me moving forward. She wasn’t ready to forgive me yet—not fully—but she wasn’t running away anymore either. It was as though we were walking a tightrope, carefully balancing between what we were and what we could become. This morning, I decided to push my luck. “Amara,” I called out, leaning casually against my car, waiting for her outside the school entrance. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing as she spotted me, her lips already forming a protest. “Ryder,” she said, her tone sharp as a blade. “What are you doing here?” I smirked, unable to help myself. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, walking past me with purposeful strides, her bag slung over her shoulder. But I followed, determined to keep pace with her. “Relax,” I said keeping my tone steady.----The walk back home after our small truc
Ryder's POVThe silence between us was warm, filled with a strange sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years. Amara’s head rested on my shoulder, and I could feel the soft rhythm of her breathing. It felt fragile, like the moment might shatter if I moved too suddenly or said the wrong thing. I broke the silence, my voice quiet. “You know, I used to hate the stars.” She stirred, her head tilting up to look at me. “What? Why?” “They reminded me of all the things I couldn’t reach,” I admitted, keeping my gaze fixed on the sky. “No matter how much I wanted them, they were always too far away. Untouchable.” She was quiet for a moment, her eyes softening. “And now?” I turned to her, my heart aching at the vulnerability in her expression. “Now I think the stars are worth admiring... because they remind me of you.” Her breath caught, and for a second, I thought she might pull away. But instead, she stayed, her gaze dropping to where my arm was still around her shoulders. “Ryder,” she whisp
Amara’s POVThe rest of breakfast passed in a lighthearted, almost surreal kind of way. We joked and laughed as if the last few weeks of tension and broken trust hadn’t existed. It felt like a fragile bubble, one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to pop, but I couldn’t deny the feeling that was creeping into my chest—a feeling of warmth, of longing for something I wasn’t ready to confront.As we finished up, Ryder pushed his chair back and stood, stretching. His broad shoulders tensed beneath his shirt as he yawned. “We need to talk later,” he said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, but his gaze lingered on me. “About everything. I know there’s still a lot to sort out.” I nodded, but something twisted in my stomach. I didn’t want to talk about everything—not yet. Not when I wasn’t sure of my own emotions. Caden was the first to get up, his gaze sweeping over me as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re quiet today,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing. I gla
Amara’s POVThe night felt different. Warmer. Safer. Caden’s arms were wrapped around me as we lay on the bed, our bodies tangled together in a way that felt both foreign and natural at the same time. My head rested against his chest, rising and falling with every deep breath he took. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on my back, sending small shivers through me. “Are you okay?” he murmured into my hair. I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in the comfort of his warmth. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But this… this feels nice.” He let out a slow exhale, his grip on me tightening for a moment. “I never thought I’d get to hold you like this again.” I felt a pang in my chest. “Neither did I.” Caden shifted, gently tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. His golden eyes were filled with something raw, something vulnerable. “I meant what I said, Amara,” he whispered. “I will spend the rest of my life proving myself to you.” I swallowed, my fingers gripping the fabric of his
Amara’s POVBreakfast at the mansion was something I never thought I’d experience again. Yet, here I was, sitting at the long wooden table, a plate of pancakes in front of me, while the triplets bickered like nothing had changed. Except everything had changed. Caden was sitting next to me, his body angled toward mine as if he was afraid I’d disappear. Ryder kept sneaking glances at me between bites, as if reassuring himself I was really there. Jaxon, as usual, tried to keep things lighthearted, but even he wasn’t hiding the way his golden-brown eyes lingered on me longer than necessary. The weight of their attention was suffocating. I cleared my throat, pushing my plate away. “So,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Now that I’m here… what happens next?” The room fell silent. Ryder set his fork down and met my gaze head-on. “Whatever you want to happen.” Jaxon snorted, leaning back with his coffee mug. “Translation: we’re walking on eggshells here because we don’t want to piss
Amara’s POVAfter dinner, I stood in the middle of my old room, staring at the familiar space that had once been mine. It was exactly how I had left it—a mix of warm and cool tones, books neatly stacked on the shelves, and a massive bed that once felt too big for just me. I ran my fingers along the desk, remembering the nights I had spent here—nights filled with laughter, anger, love, and heartbreak. A soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could answer, Ryder stepped inside. He looked hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be here. “I figured you might need some blankets,” he said, holding out a thick, folded throw. I raised a brow. “I have blankets.” “I know,” he murmured, his lips twitching with something close to amusement. “But I wanted an excuse to check on you.” My heart stuttered, but I kept my face neutral. “I’m fine.” He took a few steps closer, his piercing blue eyes searching mine. “Are you?” I swallowed, looking away. “I don’t know,
Amara’s POVThe room felt too small. The walls seemed to close in around me as I stared at ceiling.Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for me to invite them in, Jaxon opened it. “We need to talk,” Jaxon said, his voice more serious than I’d ever heard it. Ryder followed, his gaze heavy with something unreadable. And then there was Caden, the quietest of the triplets, standing behind them, a silent plea in his eyes. I felt the tension instantly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I muttered, glancing between them. “We understand that, Amara,” Caden said softly. He stepped into the room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “But we want to show you that we’ve changed. That we can be the men you need us to be.” I glanced at Jaxon, who was unusually quiet. “How?” I asked, crossing my arms. “How do you expect me to just forget everything? Forget the lies, the betrayal, the pain?” Ryder stepped forward, his expression intense, but there was a vulnerability b
Amara’s POV I don’t know how long we stayed like that—wrapped in the warmth of Caden’s embrace, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the empty playground. For the first time in a long time, I felt something other than pain. But I knew better than to let my heart get ahead of me. I slowly pulled away, and Caden let me, though his hands lingered at my arms as if he wasn’t ready to break the contact. His golden eyes searched mine, waiting, hoping. I exhaled softly, looking away. “I need time.” Caden nodded, but I could see the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to pull me back. “I’ll wait,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I just turned and walked away, feeling his gaze burning into my back. But just as I reached the school building, I heard footsteps behind me. “Elian.” I sighed, stopping in my tracks as he appeared beside me. His dark, piercing eyes were filled with unspoken concern. “You really trust them again?” His voice was c
Amara’s POVThe next day, I found myself sitting alone in the playground, letting the cold breeze caress my skin. The sky was dull, overcast, as if it mirrored the turmoil raging inside me. My wolf was restless, pacing in my mind, clawing at me with emotions I didn’t want to feel—hurt, longing, and an aching sense of betrayal. They were under a spell, I reminded myself. They weren’t themselves. But that didn’t erase the pain. I wrapped my arms around my knees, resting my chin against them as I stared at the empty field in front of me. Then, I heard footsteps. I stiffened but didn’t turn. I knew who it was before he even spoke. Caden. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, as if unsure whether to approach me. Then, with a slow, measured breath, he sat down beside me, leaving just enough space between us that I could still feel the weight of his presence. I kept my gaze on the horizon. For a while, neither of us spoke. Then, finally, Caden exhaled sharply. “Amara…
Amara’s POVThe courtyard felt suffocating, the weight of emotions pressing down on me like a heavy fog. My legs carried me away, fueled by the desperate need to escape—escape the whispers, the stares, the raw pain that clawed at my chest. I didn’t stop until I reached the abandoned garden, a secluded part of the school where no one ever went. I pressed my back against the cool stone wall, trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing, not just from the confrontation but from everything—the lies, the betrayals, the truth unraveling before me piece by piece. Then, I heard footsteps. I knew who it was before I even looked up. Jaxon. He was breathing hard, like he had run after me. His usual cocky arrogance was gone, replaced by something raw, something desperate. His dark eyes locked onto mine, pleading. “Amara…” His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried so much weight. I stiffened. “What do you want, Jaxon?” My tone was tired, guarded. I couldn’t take another wave of heart
Amara's POV The morning sunlight filtered through the large windows of the school hallways, casting an almost serene glow over what should have been an ordinary start to the day. But the energy in the air was anything but calm.A crowd had gathered in the center of the school courtyard, voices buzzing like a swarm of bees. At first, I didn’t pay attention to it. Drama in this school was as common as rain in a storm, and I wasn’t interested in becoming part of it. With my books clutched tightly to my chest, I tried to walk past the commotion. But then I heard it. His voice. Ryder.I froze mid-step, my breath catching in my throat. His voice was sharp, angry, and filled with a venom I hadn’t heard in a long time. I turned slowly, and through the crowd, I saw him. Ryder stood at the center of the chaos, his fists clenched at his sides, his body tense as if he were barely holding himself together. He was yelling at someone—no, not just someone. Selena.My legs moved before my brain caug