Amara’s POV
The 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 nerve in my body—it was something deeper. Something I couldn’t see, but I could feel. I scrambled back, trying to put distance between us. "I don’t care," I rasped, my voice shaking. "I don’t care what it is. I’ll never be yours." Jaxon’s gaze darkened, and Caden, who had been silent, suddenly stepped forward. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in the air now, something thick and ominous. “Amara, you don’t understand. This bond—it’s not normal. It’s not like other mates. We... we didn’t choose this.” My heart pounded harder, the suspicion creeping in. They had known. For how long? How long had they kept this secret from me? And why? None of this made sense. The triplet Alphas were notorious in the pack for their cruelty, their control, their dominance. Why would they hide the bond? Why torment me all these years? “What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice rising. "What bond? Why didn’t you tell me before?" Ryder’s face twisted, a flicker of frustration breaking through his calm exterior. “We couldn’t,” he muttered, his voice rough. “It’s more complicated than you think.” Complicated? The word hung in the air like a bitter joke. Nothing about this was just "complicated." It was a nightmare. My rejection hadn’t been about making things difficult. It had been about survival, about breaking free of the hold they had over me. Yet somehow, the rejection had snapped back, leaving the air between us charged with something dangerous. But it was Caden’s next words that chilled me to the bone. “If you leave, Amara,” he said softly, his voice laced with warning, “we won’t just lose control. The curse will awaken.” "Curse." The word hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind raced, the memories of their torment, the fear, the rumors whispered within the pack about the triplets being… different. I’d always thought it was just gossip, stories to make them seem more powerful, more terrifying. But now, standing in the moonlit forest, the truth was unraveling faster than I could process it. “What curse?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to hear their twisted explanations, but something inside me—some morbid curiosity—demanded answers. Jaxon ran a hand through his hair, his face dark with something between frustration and fear. “The bond between us—it wasn’t normal from the beginning. The Moon Goddess didn’t just choose you to be our mate. She bound you to us, cursed us, because of something our father did.” I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What did your father do?” Ryder’s jaw tightened, his expression hard as stone. "He broke an ancient law. One that should never have been broken. And because of that, we’ve been cursed ever since we were children."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 moon hung high, its silver glow filtering through my bedroom window as I tossed and turned, restless. A deep growl rumbled within me, low and warning, and I felt my wolf stir for the first time in days. “What is it now?” I asked inwardly, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. The bond had been pulling me relentlessly toward Ryder ever since the rejection had backfired, and my wolf’s emotions only made things worse. “You’re fighting what’s meant to be,” she growled. Her voice was firm yet pleading, a mixture of strength and pain. “He’s ours, Amara. Stop running.” “No!” I snapped. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and infuriating. I don’t want anything to do with him!”“You’re lying to yourself,” she accused, pacing within my mind. I could feel her claws digging into the soil of our shared consciousness, her golden eyes blazing with frustration. “Every time he touches us, we feel alive. Every time he’s near, our heart beats faster. You can deny it to yourself,
Ryder's POV The silence that followed her departure was deafening. It hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud, charged with so much unspoken tension that it felt suffocating. I stood there for a moment, paralyzed by my own inability to move, to make things right. The sun had set, the sky now a canvas of dark blues and purples, yet all I could see was her—the way she turned her back on me, walking away like I wasn’t even there.I wanted to scream, to shout at the universe for being so cruel, for making me fall for the one person I had pushed away the hardest. But no matter how much I cursed myself, no matter how much I tried to fight the pain in my chest, it wouldn’t change the fact that she was gone from me. I took a deep breath, my mind swirling in a mess of confusion, anger, and desperation. How could I fix this?I couldn’t just let her slip away like this. I couldn’t let her believe that I didn’t care—because I did. I cared more than I’d ever let myself admit. I had to make her
Ryder's POVI froze. She was standing now, her hands at her sides, her eyes soft but guarded. “I don’t know if I can forgive you. But I’m willing to listen... if you really want to prove it.” I didn’t know what I had expected, but it wasn’t this. I turned back to face her, my heart leaping in my chest. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Amara. You have my word.” And this time, when I said it, I meant it.I stepped closer, the air around us thick with unsaid words. Her eyes flickered to my hand, and for a moment, I thought she might pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she stood still, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her body frozen like she was trying to decide what to do next. I took the chance. Slowly, I reached for her hand, my fingers brushing against hers, tentative but sincere. She didn’t pull away.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and gently laced my fingers through hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. The contact sent a jolt of elect
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