Amara’s POV The training grounds were quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the cold evening breeze. I stood in the center, my hands trembling, not from fear but from exhaustion. The repetitive practice, the intense focus it took to channel my energy, was draining me. Yet, I refused to stop.The faces of the Triplets flashed in my mind—Jaxon’s cold indifference, Caden’s biting words, and Ryder’s hollow guilt. They were slipping away, and I couldn’t bear to lose them. Elian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp green eyes watching my every move. "Again," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. I clenched my fists and nodded, steadying my breathing. "I can do this," I muttered to myself, summoning the magical energy inside me. I visualized the threads of the spell wrapped around the Triplets, choking them, twisting their emotions. I imagined breaking those threads, unraveling them one by one. "Focus," Elian said, stepping closer. "You’re le
Amara's POV The following morning, I woke up with a pounding headache, the weight of yesterday’s practice still clinging to my body like an invisible shroud. I dragged myself to the bathroom, staring at my reflection. My eyes were tired, shadows darkening beneath them. A reminder of how much I had been pushing myself. The training was taking a toll, but Elian was right. I couldn’t let my emotions control me. The spell wrapped around the Triplets wasn’t just dark magic; it was a web of pain, manipulation, and deception, and I was going to break it, no matter what. At school, I tried to keep my head low, avoiding unnecessary interactions. My resolve was strong, but I couldn’t deny how much it hurt seeing them every day, acting like completely different people. They weren’t the same Triplets who had once been a part of my life, a part of my heart. The first encounter happened during lunch. I was sitting alone, picking at my food, when I felt a shadow loom over me. Looking up, I saw J
Amara's POV The next few days passed in a blur of intense training, every waking moment spent honing my magical abilities. Elian pushed me harder than ever, each session more draining than the last, but I could feel myself getting stronger. The connection to my magic was becoming clearer, more tangible, like I could finally control the chaotic force inside me.I had to save them. I couldn’t stand seeing the Triplets like this, so far from the brothers I once knew. The spell had twisted them, torn them apart, and it was my fault they were in this mess. But it wasn’t too late. I could still fix it. The practice sessions were relentless. Elian had me focus on my emotions, channeling my anger, pain, and grief into my magic. I had to harness every single feeling that had been building up inside me. Every time I thought about Jaxon’s cold behavior, Ryder’s confusion, or Caden’s utter indifference, I allowed it to fuel me. The spell had taken everything from me, and now it was time to take
Amara's POV The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room as I sat on the edge of my bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My heart was still broken, my trust shattered. It was midnight, and I wasn’t sure if I was awake or lost in a nightmare. But I couldn’t escape the pain. Ryder stood in the doorway, his figure tall and imposing, but his usual confidence was gone. His posture was slumped, shoulders tense, eyes full of guilt. He had come to apologize, I could tell. But would words be enough to heal the wound he had left in my heart?"Amara..." He said my name like a prayer, his voice hoarse. He stepped into the room cautiously, almost as if afraid to be near me, unsure of how I would react. I wanted to scream at him, to ask him how he could do this to me, but all that came out was a shaky breath."Why, Ryder?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Why did you sleep with her? Selena... after everything we’ve been through. How could you?"Ry
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
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 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 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 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