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 POV The frantic rhythm of my heart gradually slowed, replaced by a dull, persistent thrum of unease. The warmth of my mates pressed against me, a tangible reassurance that they were indeed safe, but the vivid images of the nightmare clung to the edges of my awareness, a chilling residue of terror that refused to dissipate.I lay still, my breathing shallow, trying to banish the lingering echoes of loss and despair. The comforting weight of Ryder’s arm around my waist, the steady presence of Caden and Jaxon beside me – they were anchors in the storm of my fear, but the premonition of danger, the horrifying clarity of the dream, had shaken me to my core.A soft stirring beside me indicated that Ryder was waking. His silver eyes, still clouded with sleep, found mine, his brow furrowing slightly as he sensed my distress.“Amara? What’s wrong?” His voice was low and husky, laced with concern.I hesitated, the images of the nightmare still too raw, too vivid to articulate easily. “
Amara’s POVThe afternoon transitioned into evening, the warm hues of sunset painting the sky in vibrant shades of orange, pink, and gold. The pack gathered for the evening meal, the communal atmosphere a comforting constant in our lives. Laughter and easy conversation filled the air as we shared food and stories from our day.I found myself subtly observing my mates, a quiet curiosity coloring my gaze. I watched the easy camaraderie between Ryder and a younger pack member, the patient guidance in Ryder’s tone as he offered advice on tracking techniques. I wondered if the potential magical link I shared with him subtly enhanced his natural empathy and his ability to connect with others.I observed Caden’s interactions with Lyra, their easy understanding and the quiet respect that flowed between them as they discussed border patrols. I pondered if the Thorne magic subtly amplified his innate diplomatic skills, his ability to forge alliances and maintain peace within our extended pack.
Amara’s POV Breakfast unfolded with its usual comforting rhythm. The aroma of food filled the warm kitchen, and the familiar banter between my mates eased the subtle tension that had lingered between Jaxon and me. Caden recounted a humorous dream he’d had about trying to teach a squirrel basic calculus, his dramatic retelling punctuated by exaggerated gestures that drew laughter from us all. Ryder, ever the quiet observer, offered dry wit and insightful comments, grounding the more outlandish tales with his characteristic pragmatism.Despite the normalcy of the morning, the shared awareness of the potential magical influence from the previous night remained a subtle undercurrent in my thoughts. I found myself occasionally lost in contemplation, my gaze drifting as I pondered the implications of this newfound layer to our intimacy. Was it a rare occurrence, a unique byproduct of a particularly intense connection? Or was it a more intrinsic aspect of the Thorne magic, something that wo
Amara’s POV Jaxon’s movements became more urgent, more demanding, his body a taut, powerful force against mine. The rhythm of our lovemaking intensified, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me, each shared breath a testament to the escalating passion that bound us together.My own body responded instinctively, arching against his, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging lightly into the smooth skin of his back. The low groans that escaped his lips fueled the fire within me, a primal satisfaction in knowing the depth of the pleasure I was giving him.The air in the moonlit room grew thick with the scent of our mingled bodies, the only sounds the frantic rhythm of our breathing, the soft slap of skin against skin, and the involuntary cries that escaped our lips as we teetered on the precipice of release.His dark eyes, usually so playful, were now clouded with a raw, untamed desire, his gaze locked onto mine, a silent communication passing between us, a sh
Amara’s POV The gentle kiss with Jaxon deepened, the initial sleepy tenderness blossoming into a warmer, more insistent exploration. His lips moved against mine with a playful familiarity, a silent invitation to the intimacy that often sparked between us in the quiet hours of the night. There was an effortless ease in our connection, a comfortable understanding that allowed our desires to unfold naturally, without the need for many words. His hand, still cupping my cheek, shifted, his thumb tracing the curve of my jawline, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned into his touch, the warmth of his body a comforting and arousing presence beside me. He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes, now fully open and filled with a playful desire, met mine in the dim moonlight. A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips, a familiar expression that always hinted at the delightful possibilities that lay between us. “Couldn’t resist, could I?”
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
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
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,
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