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2025-03-10 17:53:03
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast How do we fix something that broken?
Ryder’s POV The tension in the house had been unbearable for days, and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t even step into a room without Jaxon’s glare burning a hole through me. Caden was barely speaking to anyone, lost in his thoughts and sulking in the shadows. This curse wasn’t just destroying Amara—it was tearing us apart. I was sitting in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey and staring blankly at the fireplace when the door slammed open. Jaxon stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “You’re a real piece of work, Ryder,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now, Jaxon?” “You don’t even care, do you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “You’re the reason she left. You’re the reason everything is falling apart!” I stood, setting the glass down with a loud thunk. “Don’t pin this all on me. We all had a hand in hurting her, or did you forget your little stunt with Stephanie?” His fist came flying before I could react, connectin
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Our lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.
Amara's POV The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, but I couldn’t care less. My head was pounding, my chest felt heavy, and my wolf’s restless energy made it hard to focus. The weight of everything—the photographs, the betrayal, Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, Selena, Stephanie—it was all crashing down on me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag and bolted from the classroom, ignoring the teacher’s voice calling after me. The hallway was thankfully empty as I made my way to the washroom. Once inside, I locked the stall door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. The silence was deafening, and the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress came rushing back. Sliding down to the floor, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely. My wolf stirred inside me, her anguish matching my own. “Why do you still hurt for them?” she asked, her voice sharp but laced with pain. “They don’t deserve your tears.”“I know,” I whispered aloud, my voice trembling.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast She is moving on so quickly?
Amara’s POV The next day dawned too quickly, my thoughts still tangled with everything that had happened between Elian and me. His kiss lingered in my mind, a mixture of warmth and confusion. I couldn’t deny the feelings stirring within me, but a part of me wondered if I was truly ready to let someone else in after everything I’d been through. The school was already buzzing when I arrived. Students hurried to their lockers, chatting and laughing. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the air seemed to shift. Whispers followed me, hushed voices carrying my name. "Did you hear? Amara was with Elian in the woods yesterday." "She’s moving on so quickly? After the triplets?" "Good for her. They didn’t deserve her anyway." I clenched my fists, my wolf growling in frustration. Ignore them, Amara. Their opinions don’t matter, I told myself. But the whispers grew louder, and my resolve started to crack. Just as I was about to snap, Elian appeared beside me, his calm presence like a
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Seeing you with him… it’s killing me, Amara!
Amara’s POV The rain poured in relentless sheets, the sound a soothing hum against the chaos of my thoughts. I stood on the front steps of the school, waiting for Elian. He’d promised to walk me home after our late-night study session, and though the storm was raging, he hadn’t let me down yet. I tugged my jacket tighter around me, shivering as the wind whipped my damp hair into my face. Just as I was about to retreat back inside, I saw him jogging toward me, rain dripping from his dark hair, a grin tugging at his lips. "Sorry, I’m late," Elian said, slightly breathless. "You’re insane for coming out in this weather," I replied, my tone lighter than I intended. He shrugged, his grin widening. "I’m not about to leave you stranded in a storm." We began walking, the storm soaking through my shoes as Elian held his jacket over both of us. His arm brushed against mine, sending a warmth through me that contrasted sharply with the cold rain. "You really didn’t have to," I said, trying
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast What did you do to them?
Amara’s POV The rain outside hadn’t let up, the heavy droplets tapping against the roof of the car as if mirroring the chaos within me. My breathing was uneven, my heart racing as I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of Caden’s arms. He didn’t move, his grip firm yet comforting, as though he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. "Amara," he whispered my name like it was sacred, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between us. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. The pain in them was unmistakable—raw, unfiltered, and completely vulnerable. It wasn’t just jealousy or anger. It was deeper than that. His golden eyes searched mine, and I saw the unspoken words there, the silent plea. My chest ached, my wolf stirring uneasily as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions within me. "I don’t know how t
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Do I still care? After everything?
Amara’s POV I stormed into Elian’s cabin, tears blurring my vision. My chest felt like it was caving in, the weight of everything crushing me. I hadn’t planned on coming here, but my feet had brought me to the one person I trusted. Elian was sitting by the fire, his dark hair tousled, his piercing green eyes focused on the flames. The moment he saw me, his expression shifted from calm to concerned. “Amara?” he said, standing up immediately. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer right away. My voice was caught in my throat, the lump there too painful to swallow. I just shook my head, collapsing onto the couch. “Amara, talk to me,” he urged, sitting down beside me. His warm hand rested on my shoulder, grounding me. “I-I don’t know what to do,” I choked out, the tears finally breaking free. He didn’t say anything, just waited, giving me the space I needed to gather myself. “They’re cursed,” I finally said, my voice trembling. “The Triplets… they’re not themselves. Selena and Stephanie
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Shouldn’t you be off with your little protector, Elian?
Amara’s POVThe next morning, I dragged myself to school, dreading another encounter with the triplets. The air outside was crisp, but the chill I felt came from within. Memories of their betrayal and the spell that now enslaved them haunted me, leaving my heart heavy. As I walked through the school hallways, I felt the weight of their presence before I even saw them. Ryder, Jaxon, and Caden stood near the lockers, their once-bright eyes now dull and distant. They looked like shadows of themselves—cold, unfeeling, and utterly detached. I hesitated, my heart twisting painfully at the sight of them. Part of me wanted to turn and run, to escape the ache of seeing them like this. But another part of me—a foolish, hopeful part—wanted to march right up to them and demand they snap out of it. Before I could decide, Ryder’s gaze locked on me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those stormy, magnetic eyes—seemed to pierce through me. "Amara," he said flatly, his tone devoid of the
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15The Triplet Alpha's Outcast I silenced him by crashing my lips onto his.
Amara’s POV The cafeteria was buzzing with energy, laughter, and conversation echoing off the walls. I pushed the doors open, stepping inside with as much indifference as I could muster. I’d perfected this façade over the past year—unbothered, untouchable. Until my eyes landed on him. Jaxon. He was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever in his letterman jacket. His golden hair caught the light, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. For a split second, my heart betrayed me, fluttering in my chest. But the moment shattered when I noticed who was with him. Stephanie. She was practically glued to his side, her arm resting possessively on his bicep. Her laugh—high-pitched and grating—carried across the room. She leaned closer, whispering something in his ear. Whatever it was, it made him smirk. My stomach twisted into knots. My wolf growled softly in my mind. She’s taunting you. Look at her, flaunting herself like she owns hi
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-16
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast You feel so good beside me.
Amara’s POV The comfortable silence in the kitchen eventually began to stir with the sounds of the pack resuming their afternoon activities. The distant laughter of some of the younger wolves playing outside drifted through the open windows, a cheerful counterpoint to the quiet intimacy Caden and I shared.He finally released me from his embrace, his golden eyes still holding mine with a lingering tenderness. He brushed a final, lingering kiss across my forehead, his touch feather-light and possessive.“Ready to rejoin the chaos?” he murmured, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.A soft chuckle escaped mine. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, a renewed sense of strength and peace settling within me, a direct result of his comforting affection.He kept his hand in mine as we walked back towards the den, where Jaxon was now attempting to teach some of the younger wolves a rather unorthodox version of charades, his dramatic gestures and exaggerated expressions drawing
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast It’s just… sometimes the weight of it all feels a bit heavy.
Amara’s POV The action movie eventually reached its explosive climax, the credits rolling across the screen in a blur of names and technical jargon. Jaxon, thoroughly engrossed, was still animatedly dissecting the final fight scene, while Ryder, ever the protector, subtly scanned the room, his silver eyes lingering on the darkened windows for a moment before returning to me.A sudden craving for something sweet, a counterpoint to the adrenaline-fueled movie, tugged at me. “I think I’ll go make some tea,” I announced, pushing myself up from the comfortable depths of the couch. “Anyone want anything?”Jaxon, still lost in cinematic analysis, mumbled a vague “Nah, I’m good.” Ryder simply reached for my hand, squeezing it gently before releasing me. Caden, however, his golden eyes meeting mine with a soft warmth, offered a quiet, “I’ll come with you, love. I could use another cup of something warm.”We made our way to the kitchen, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the co
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast We haven’t had a proper movie marathon in ages.
Amara’s POV The first rays of dawn, painting the eastern sky in hues of soft lavender and hesitant gold, seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, pale stripes across our tangled sheets. I stirred slowly, a lingering warmth nestled beside me, the familiar weight of Ryder a comforting anchor in the quiet morning. The scent of sleep and shared intimacy clung to the air, a soft reminder of the peaceful night we had found in each other’s arms.Ryder still slept soundly, his dark lashes resting against his cheek, his breathing deep and even. A faint scar, a silver line tracing his jaw, caught the nascent light, a silent testament to the battles we had faced, the sacrifices made. I watched him for a long moment, a familiar wave of tenderness washing over me, a deep appreciation for his quiet strength and unwavering love.Carefully, so as not to disturb him, I eased myself out of bed, the cool morning air raising goosebumps on my bare skin. The quiet of the house was profound,
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Rest now, love.
Amara’s POV The morning unfolded with a comfortable rhythm, the lingering intimacy of the previous night weaving a subtle thread of tenderness through our usual banter. The playful flirting continued throughout breakfast, a familiar dance of affection that always left me feeling cherished and deeply loved. The easy camaraderie we shared, the unspoken understanding that flowed between us, was a constant source of strength and comfort.After breakfast, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing, a sense of quiet purpose settled over the pack house. The lingering threat of Kaelen’s followers still hung in the air, a subtle undercurrent of unease that kept us vigilant. Patrols were organized, borders were checked, and the fragile alliance with Lyra’s pack was maintained with careful communication.Ryder, despite his lingering limp, insisted on joining the morning patrol, his protective instincts overriding any lingering pain. Caden and Jaxon, ever watc
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast The company was certainly… captivating,
Amara’s POV The first rays of dawn, painting the eastern sky in soft hues of rose and gold, filtered through the leaves of the ancient oaks, dappling the mossy clearing in a gentle, ethereal light. A profound stillness hung in the air, broken only by the chirping of awakening birds and the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle morning breeze.I stirred slowly, a deep sense of peace settling over me, a stark contrast to the tumultuous events of the night before. A comforting weight pressed against my back, and the familiar scent of pine and wild musk filled my senses, anchoring me in the present moment. I shifted slightly, turning my head to find Ryder sleeping soundly beside me, his dark fur tousled, his silver eyes closed in peaceful slumber.His face, usually etched with a quiet intensity, was softened in sleep, revealing a vulnerability that always tugged at my heart. A faint scar traced a line across his jaw, a permanent reminder of battles fought and survived, a testament to his f
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast More beautiful than words can say.
Amara's POV The moonlight, filtering through the canopy of ancient oaks, painted our secluded clearing in shifting patterns of silver and shadow. The cool night air, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, seemed to hold its breath as Ryder knelt beside me, his silver eyes burning with a possessive tenderness that mirrored the yearning in my own heart.His large, calloused hands, moments before capable of tearing through bone and muscle, now moved with a breathtaking gentleness as he traced the curve of my jawline, his thumb stroking my cheek with a feather-light touch. His gaze lingered on my lips, a silent question in the depths of his luminous eyes, an invitation I readily accepted.He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, hesitant prelude that sent a cascade of shivers dancing across my skin. It was a kiss that tasted of longing and unspoken desires, a silent promise of the intimacy to come. As our lips met fully, the world around us dissolved into a sensory tap
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast It makes me ache, Amara. It makes us all ache.
Amara’s POV The immediate aftermath of the second brutal clash was a stark reflection of the first, yet it carried a heavier weight of weariness, a more profound sense of the enduring cost of survival. The remnants of Kaelen’s pack, their ranks decimated and their spirit broken, scattered into the inky blackness of the night, their mournful howls fading into the distance like the dying echoes of a nightmare. The clearing, twice stained crimson, lay silent once more, a tableau of broken branches and upturned earth, the only sounds the ragged breaths of the weary victors and the soft, mournful sighing of the wind through the blood-soaked leaves.A palpable wave of relief washed over us, a heavy burden momentarily lifted from our shoulders, but it was quickly tempered by the lingering ache of our injuries, both seen and unseen, and the stark, undeniable realization of the constant, lurking threat that clung to our existence like a persistent shadow. We had defended our home, twice now,
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast But your inexperience will be your downfall.
Amara’s POV The air crackled with a palpable tension, thick and heavy like the air before a violent storm. The combined scent of our packs – the familiar earthy musk of our own, mingled with the sharper, rain-tinged aroma of Lyra’s – hung heavy in the crisp autumn night. Beside me, Elijah’s hand on my arm was a grounding presence, his green eyes reflecting the nervous anticipation that rippled through our assembled ranks. In front, Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder stood as formidable sentinels, their eyes glowing with a primal intensity that promised a brutal welcome to any who dared trespass. Lyra stood beside Caden, her stormy grey fur bristling, her gaze fixed on the encroaching darkness with a grim determination that mirrored his own.The silence stretched, taut and dangerous, broken only by the rustling of the crimson and gold leaves underfoot and the distant, mournful howls that grew steadily louder, closer. These were not the disorganized cries of rogues; they were the unified howls o
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast They’ll learn the price of spilling our blood.
Amara’s POV The weeks that followed the battle were a delicate dance between recovery and preparation. Ryder’s healing progressed slowly, each day a small victory against the agonizing pain that still gripped him. Elara tended to him with unwavering dedication, her knowledge of werewolf physiology and traditional remedies proving invaluable. The pack rallied around him, their concern a tangible presence in the quieted pack house, each member offering what comfort and support they could.The immediate threat of Kaelen’s pack had receded, but a tense unease lingered. Elijah’s warnings echoed in our minds, a constant reminder that the remaining wolves would likely regroup and return, their desire for revenge and for the power I now wielded undoubtedly intensified.During this fragile lull, an unexpected visitor arrived at our territory borders. It was a lone female wolf, her fur the color of a stormy sky, her eyes intelligent and wary. She carried the scent of a distant pack, one we had
