Amara's POV
The rest of the day blurred into a haze of pain. My tears had dried, but the ache in my chest only grew heavier with every passing second. The stares, the whispers, the laughter—it all haunted me, replaying in my mind like a broken record. Every time I thought of Ryder’s mocking voice and the way Jaxon and Caden had laughed at my misery, my hatred for them deepened. I hated them. I hated how they made me feel so small. How they made me feel like I didn’t belong, even after everything we’d been through. The weight of their cruelty crushed me, and all I wanted to do was disappear. I felt dirty, humiliated. My face was sticky with tears and my throat raw from holding back sobs all day. Needing a moment of privacy, I decided to head to the girls' bathroom to wash my face and try to collect myself. Maybe if I splashed some cold water on my face, I could numb the pain—if only for a little while. I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside, the cold, sterile smell of disinfectant greeting me. The fluorescent lights flickered above, casting a harsh glow on the white-tiled walls. I walked further inside, heading for the sinks, when suddenly, something made me stop dead in my tracks. A low moan. Then another. I froze. My eyes darted to the far corner of the bathroom, where the stalls were. And that’s when I saw them. Jaxon and his girlfriend, Stephanie, were wrapped around each other, locked in a passionate kiss, their hands roaming over each other like they couldn’t get enough. Jaxon’s back was against the wall, his head tipped back slightly, while Stephanie clung to him, her body pressed against his as she kissed him with a hunger that made me want to throw up. My heart pounded in my chest. I tried to back away, hoping to leave before they noticed me, but my feet refused to move. I was stuck there, like a deer caught in headlights, unable to tear my gaze away from the scene in front of me. Jaxon’s eyes flickered open, and he caught sight of me. For a split second, his lips stilled against Stephanie’s, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What the hell?” he muttered, pulling back slightly. Stephanie, noticing his distraction, turned her head and saw me standing there, rooted to the spot. The next second, her face twisted into a snarl. “You!” she spat, pushing away from Jaxon and stepping toward me, her eyes flashing with rage. “What the hell are you doing here, you bitch?” “I-I…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering in my chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t mean to what?” Stephanie snapped, cutting me off as she stormed toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. “Spy on us? Are you some kind of freak?” She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Of course, you are. Always hanging around these guys, thinking you're so special. You’re pathetic.” I felt the blood drain from my face as her words struck me like a slap. I hadn’t meant to see them—hadn’t even known they were there—but now I was trapped, and the last thing I wanted was to be anywhere near Jaxon or his cruel girlfriend. Jaxon stepped forward, his expression dark and unreadable as he moved to stand beside Stephanie. “What are you doing here, Amara?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes boring into mine. There was none of the playful teasing from earlier, no trace of the boy who had fought by my side in the forest. Now, he was just cold. “I—I didn’t know you were here,” I managed to say, my voice trembling as I tried to back away, but before I could take another step, Jaxon closed the distance between us, his hand shooting out to grab my arm. I winced as his fingers dug into my skin, his grip tight and unrelenting. “Liar,” he hissed, his face inches from mine. “You’ve been watching us, haven’t you? You can’t get enough, can you?” “No! I swear, I didn’t—” Before I could finish, Stephanie’s hand lashed out, her palm connecting with my cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the bathroom. My head snapped to the side, my cheek burning from the impact. “Stay the hell away from him, freak!” she screamed, her eyes wild with jealousy and anger. “You think because you hang around with them, you’re better than the rest of us? You’re nothing! NOTHING!” I staggered back, my vision blurring with the force of the slap and the tears that immediately welled up in my eyes. I felt humiliated all over again, my face stinging both from the slap and from the shame of being caught in such a vulnerable position. “Stephanie,” Jaxon said, his voice low but firm. “Enough.” But Stephanie wasn’t done. She turned to Jaxon, her face still twisted with anger. “Why do you even let her hang around? She’s disgusting. Always lurking. Are you into her or something? Is that it?” Jaxon’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt, maybe. Or regret. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “No,” he said flatly, his grip on my arm tightening slightly before he shoved me away, making me stumble backward. “She’s nothing to me.” Those words. Those awful, cutting words sliced through me like a knife. Nothing to me. I felt the weight of his rejection like a physical blow, my breath catching in my throat as the tears I had been trying so hard to hold back finally spilled over. I turned on my heel, running out of the bathroom as fast as I could, not caring where I was going—just needing to get away from them, from the humiliation, from the pain. Behind me, I could still hear Stephanie’s mocking laughter ringing in my ears, and Jaxon’s silence was even worse. I didn’t stop running until I was outside, the cool air hitting my tear-streaked face as I gasped for breath, my heart breaking with every step. I collapsed against the side of the building, my knees giving out as I sank to the ground, my sobs shaking my body. How could they be so cruel? How could he be so cruel? I hated them. All of them. I hated how they made me feel so powerless, so small. But most of all, I hated that even after everything, even after Jaxon’s cold words and Stephanie’s slap, there was still a part of me that cared. That part of me—the part that longed for their approval, their attention—was what hurt the most. --- Jaxon's POV I stood there, staring at the bathroom door long after Amara had run out, my heart pounding in my chest for reasons I didn’t fully understand. Stephanie was still ranting, pacing back and forth, her voice high and shrill as she continued to spew insults about Amara, but I wasn’t really listening. The look on Amara’s face when I told her she was nothing to me—it haunted me. I hadn’t meant it. But it was easier to say the words than to admit the truth. Easier to pretend I didn’t care than to deal with the confusing mess of emotions swirling inside me whenever she was around. “Are you even listening to me?” Stephanie snapped, stopping in front of me, her hands on her hips. “She’s obsessed with you, Jaxon. You need to get rid of her.” I forced myself to focus, nodding absently even though my mind was still on Amara. “Yeah, I’ll take care of it.” Stephanie narrowed her eyes at me, suspicion clouding her features. “You better. I don’t want to see her around you ever again.” She didn’t wait for me to respond before storming out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I had messed up. Again. And the worst part was, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Amara’s eyes had filled with tears, the way her body had trembled when Stephanie slapped her. I had hurt her. We had hurt her. And I wasn’t sure I could forgive myself for it.Amara's POV I was sitting on the cold steps outside the school building, my heart still racing from the encounter in the bathroom. My face throbbed from Stephanie’s slap, and my mind was spinning with everything that had happened. I could still hear her hateful words echoing in my head, making the anger and hurt swell in my chest until I thought I would explode. Tears blurred my vision, but I stubbornly wiped them away, refusing to cry any more than I already had. I had cried enough. I was done being weak, done letting them get to me. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me, and a hand appeared in front of my eyes, holding out a water bottle. "Drink it," Caden’s voice was soft but firm. I blinked up at him, startled. His expression was unreadable, but there was a gentleness in his eyes that I hadn’t expected. For a moment, I just stared at him, unsure of what to do, but my throat was dry, and my head was pounding, so I reluctantly took the bottle and drank. "Thanks," I muttered, handin
Amara’s POV The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a silver glow over the trees as I crept through the underbrush, my heartbeat loud in my ears. Tonight was the night. After years of planning, years of enduring, I was finally getting out. I kept my breathing shallow, stepping lightly over the damp earth. I’d memorized the patrol schedules. The pack warriors wouldn’t pass this way for another fifteen minutes, maybe twenty if I was lucky. That would give me just enough time to slip past the border, just enough time to escape the nightmare that had been my life since the triplets became Alphas. Ryder. Caden. Jaxon. The names echoed in my mind, each one sending a shiver down my spine. The memories were too vivid—each sneer, each taunt, each moment of humiliation they’d inflicted on me over the years. I was an omega, the lowest of the low in the pack. Weak, insignificant. Prey. That’s how they saw me, and they made sure I never forgot it. But after tonight, they wouldn’t have a targe
Amara’s POVThe pain still radiated through my chest, the bond between me and the triplets now frayed, dangerous, and raw. I could feel something wrong—something deep and dark, like a thread connecting us that refused to break completely. The rejection should have severed it, but instead, it felt like I’d only cut halfway through, leaving jagged edges exposed.Ryder was breathing heavily, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as though he was fighting to keep control. His eyes—those dark, angry eyes—held mine, but there was something different now, something beneath the fury. For a moment, I thought I saw fear.Jaxon knelt beside me, his usual grin gone, replaced by a haunted look that sent a shiver down my spine. "You shouldn’t have done that, Amara," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You don’t know what you’ve triggered."My throat tightened, and I tried to speak, but the words stuck. What had I done? It wasn’t just the pain, though that was still echoing through every
Caden added quietly, “It’s not just a mate bond, Amara. It’s a binding spell, meant to tie our power to you. If you reject us fully, the curse will consume us… and you.”Panic surged through me, but I shook my head. “No. That’s impossible. You’re lying. You just want to control me like you always have.”“We’re not lying,” Ryder growled, his voice a dangerous edge. “Do you think we wanted this? Do you think we wanted to be tied to you, only to watch you suffer while we fought our own demons?”The rawness in his voice startled me. It was the first time I’d ever heard Ryder speak without anger or malice. His words cut deep, sending a cold shiver down my spine. My mind was reeling—everything I thought I knew, everything I believed about them, was unraveling.The curse. It was the one thing I hadn’t considered. I had always seen them as my tormentors, but what if they had been fighting something bigger? Something beyond their control?I wanted to believe this was just another lie, another
Amara’s POVA 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 somethi
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 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