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2025-03-09 12:33:56
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    I don't want to hear it.
Amara's POVThe morning light streamed through the windows as I stirred, the warmth of Cadenâs embrace still lingering in my thoughts. Last night replayed in my mind like a dream I wasnât ready to wake from a dream where, for the first time in a long while, I felt seen, understood, and safe. But with the morning came reality. The heartbreak Ryder and Jaxon caused still ached deep inside, and the lingering tension between them and me loomed over my thoughts like a storm waiting to break. No matter how much comfort I found in Caden, the wounds from the others hadnât fully healed. Caden must have noticed my hesitation as I slowly sat up at the breakfast table. He leaned over, his hand brushing mine. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low, as if he were afraid to disturb my fragile state. I nodded, though my heart felt heavier than I wanted to admit. âIâm fine,â I replied, forcing a smile. His gaze lingered, skeptical, but he didnât push me further. âIf youâre not, youâll tell me, right?
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    sorry for kissing you like that.
Amara's POV We barely made it down the hallway before the weight of everything crashed down on me. My chest felt heavy, and the tears Iâd been holding back spilled over, hot and unrelenting. I stopped, my hand still clutching Cadenâs as I turned to face him. âIâm sorry, Caden,â I choked out, my voice trembling. He frowned, his eyes searching mine. âFor what?â âFor kissing you like that,â I admitted, my words tumbling out in a rush. âIt wasnât fair to you. I justââ My voice broke, and I shook my head, the tears blurring my vision. Cadenâs grip on my hand tightened, grounding me. âHey,â he said softly, his voice steady. âLook at me, Amara.â I hesitated, but eventually, I lifted my gaze to meet his. His blue eyes were filled with so much warmth and understanding that it made my heart ache even more. âYou donât have to apologize for anything,â he said firmly. âNot for that kiss. Not for anything.â âBut it wasnât right,â I whispered, my voice barely audible. âI did it to hurt them,
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    I like seeing you smile.
Amara's POV The next morning, I woke up feeling surprisingly lighter. It was as if the weight Iâd been carrying for days had shifted just enough for me to breathe again. My mind lingered on Caden, his words, his touch, the way he made me feel safe. But there wasnât time to dwell on it. The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I was met with the sight of Ryder and Jaxon sitting at the table, their expressions grim. The tension in the room was suffocating. I froze in the doorway, my eyes darting between them. Caden wasnât there, and I immediately wished Iâd waited for him. âAmara,â Ryder started, his voice unusually soft. I held up a hand, cutting him off. âDonât,â I said, my voice cold. âI donât want to hear it.â âPlease,â Jaxon interjected, standing up. âJust let us explainââ âExplain what?â I snapped, my anger bubbling to the surface. âHow you both managed to shatter my trust in less than a week? How you think a few words can fix the damage youâve done?â They both looked taken
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Just leave me alone!
Amaraâs POV The next day, I decided to take a walk through the woods near the house. The fresh air and solitude felt like the perfect way to clear my head. The events of the past week had left me drained, emotionally and physically. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, Jaxon, Ryder, and Caden all occupying spaces they shouldnât. I stopped by a small stream, the sound of water rushing over rocks soothing my frayed nerves. As I crouched to run my fingers through the cold water, a voice behind me made me freeze. âAmara.â I turned slowly, my heart sinking as I saw Ryder standing a few feet away. He looked disheveled, his dark eyes filled with something I couldnât quite placeâguilt, frustration, desperation? âWhat are you doing here?â I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. âI needed to talk to you,â he said, stepping closer. I stood, crossing my arms over my chest. âI think youâve said enough, Ryder. Thereâs nothing left to talk about.â âAmara, please,â he pleaded, h
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    what did I do to deserve you?
Amaraâs POV The next day, I resolved to avoid everyone. Ryderâs words still echoed in my mind, and the pain of seeing him and Jaxon betray me lingered like a fresh wound. I stayed in my room for most of the morning, reading a book but barely registering the words on the pages. By midday, the silence became suffocating, and I decided to step outside for some air. The crisp breeze felt like a small reprieve from the whirlwind inside me. I wandered aimlessly, letting my feet guide me, until I found myself near the edge of the forest. Memories of Ryder from yesterday came rushing back. His voice, his desperate eyes, the way he called my nameâit all tugged at my heart. âAmara!â The sound of my name startled me. I turned to see Jaxon jogging toward me, his expression conflicted. I groaned internally. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. âJaxon, please,â I said, raising a hand to stop him. âDonât.â He paused, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. âJust hear me out
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-09The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Iâd ruined everything.
Cadenâs POV Amara finally pulled away from my embrace, wiping at her tear-streaked face. She looked so fragile, and yet there was an undeniable strength in the way she squared her shoulders, even as her lips quivered. "I donât know what to do anymore, Caden," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every time I think Iâm okay, something happens, and I feel like Iâm drowning all over again." I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. âYou donât have to do anything right now. Just breathe. Take it one moment at a time.â She let out a shaky laugh, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. âWhy are you so perfect?â âPerfect?â I snorted, trying to lighten the mood. âFar from it, sweetheart. Iâm just a guy trying to keep you from falling apart.â Her lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but then her expression faltered. She looked away, chewing on her bottom lip, and I could tell there was something she wasnât saying. âAmara,â I said
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    sorry doesn't erase what I saw .
Amaraâs POV My feet carried me away as if on autopilot, my vision blurred by tears. I didnât know where I was goingâanywhere but there. The hallway felt like it stretched on forever, but I couldnât stop running. My heart was pounding, threatening to shatter into pieces, and my wolf whimpered in my mind, the betrayal cutting her as deeply as it cut me. JaxonâĶ how could you?The image replayed in my head like a nightmare I couldnât escape. Jaxon, standing there, his shirt gone, his pants undone. And Stephanie... her hands on him, her mouthâGod, her mouth on him. My stomach churned violently, and I clutched it, as though the physical pain could distract me from the gaping hole in my chest. âYou trusted him,â my wolf snarled, her voice trembling with pain. âYou thought he was different.â âShut up,â I whispered, my voice breaking. But she didnât stop. âFirst Ryder, and now Jaxon. They donât care, Amara. They never did. To them, youâre nothing but a game, a bond they never wanted.â âT
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-10The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Finally leaving them!!!!
Amara's POVMy phone buzzed in my pocket as I made my way to class. I pulled it out, expecting a normal message or notification, but what I saw made my heart stop. A message from Selena. The moment I tapped on it, my blood ran cold.There were pictures. Pictures of Ryder and Selena, both naked, wrapped in each other's arms. The sight of it hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the images, unable to look away. My thoughts scrambled, my mind completely blank. It was like the ground had disappeared beneath me, and I was falling into an abyss of confusion and pain.My pulse raced as the anger and heartbreak surged through me. I felt dizzy, like the walls were closing in, the hallway blurring around me. I couldn't breathe. Why? I had trusted him. I had tried to convince myself that I was being paranoid, that he wouldn't betray me like this. But here it was, clear as day.How could he?I staggered back against the lockers,
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The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    It can manipulate reality.
Amaraâs POV The unsettling weight of my nightmare settled over the pack house like a shroud, a chilling premonition that colored every interaction, every shadow, every rustle of leaves in the wind. The vibrant energy that usually pulsed through our home was muted, replaced by a tense undercurrent of anxiety and a heightened awareness of the potential dangers that lurked just beyond our borders.The morning sun, usually a welcome beacon, felt weak and ineffective against the encroaching darkness of my vision. The familiar routines of the pack, the training exercises, the patrols, the shared meals, all felt like a fragile facade, a desperate attempt to maintain normalcy in the face of an unseen threat.I found myself constantly scanning the faces of my mates, a desperate need to reassure myself of their safety. The memory of their broken bodies, their silent suffering in my dream, haunted me, fueling a possessive protectiveness that bordered on desperation. I clung to their touches, th
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    I canât shake the feelingâĶ it wasnât just a dream.
Amaraâs POV Sleep, that usually offered a sweet oblivion, had become a treacherous landscape haunted by the fractured images of my nightmare. The comforting darkness of our bedroom now felt thin and permeable, every rustle of leaves outside sounding like the stealthy approach of unseen enemies, every shadow in the periphery of my vision twisting into the monstrous form that had pursued Jaxon in my terror-stricken sleep. The vibrant strength of Ryder, the unwavering resolve of Caden, the playful agility of Jaxon â all had been rendered fragile and broken in the horrifying theater of my mind, leaving behind a gnawing anxiety that clung to me like a second skin, a chilling residue that even the solid warmth of my mates couldn't fully dispel.I lay rigidly still, the soft weight of the blankets a suffocating shroud, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The familiar rhythm of my matesâ breathing beside me, usually a soothing lullaby, now felt fragile, precious, something that could
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    It feltâĶ vivid. AlmostâĶ like a warning.
Amaraâs 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 Ryderâs arm around my waist, the steady presence of Caden and Jaxon beside me â 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.âAmara? Whatâs wrong?â His voice was low and husky, laced with concern.I hesitated, the images of the nightmare still too raw, too vivid to articulate easily. â
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    A horrible nightmare!
Amaraâs 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 Ryderâs 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 Cadenâs 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.
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Any potential downsides to thisâĶ intertwining?
Amaraâs 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 heâd 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
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Maybe it created aâĶ a conduit for the magic?
Amaraâs POV Jaxonâs 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
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Are you sure you just wanted to sleep, sleepyhead?
Amaraâs 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. âCouldnât resist, could I?â
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    You feel so good beside me.
Amaraâs 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.âReady to rejoin the chaos?â he murmured, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.A soft chuckle escaped mine. âAs ready as Iâll ever be,â 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
The Triplet Alpha's Outcast    Itâs justâĶ sometimes the weight of it all feels a bit heavy.
Amaraâs 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. âI think Iâll go make some tea,â I announced, pushing myself up from the comfortable depths of the couch. âAnyone want anything?âJaxon, still lost in cinematic analysis, mumbled a vague âNah, Iâm good.â 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, âIâll come with you, love. I could use another cup of something warm.âWe made our way to the kitchen, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the co
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