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It’s just… sometimes the weight of it all feels a bit heavy.
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast Rest now, love.
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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
