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 twisted game they were playing. But the look in Caden’s eyes—the hollow, broken look—told me it wasn’t. Whatever the curse was, it was real. And it was tied to me. But why me? Why was I the one fated to them? I glanced between the three of them, my pulse racing, my mind screaming at me to run. But my feet were glued to the ground, the weight of their words pressing down on me like a physical force. "What does the curse want with me?" I finally asked, my voice hoarse. Jaxon’s smile was gone, replaced with something darker. “You’re the key, Amara. Without you, the madness consumes us. And if it consumes us…” He trailed off, his eyes flicking to the others, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a death sentence. Ryder clenched his fists, his body tense with barely contained fury. “If we lose control, the entire pack will fall. Everyone. Including you.” A tremor of fear slid down my spine. The truth of their words, as much as I wanted to deny it, was becoming impossible to ignore. If they were telling the truth—if the curse was real—then rejecting them had just set something in motion. Something none of us could stop. I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "I don’t care," I whispered, though my voice wavered. "I don’t care about your curse. I want nothing to do with any of you." Caden flinched, the pain clear in his eyes. But it was Ryder who spoke, his voice low, almost defeated. “You think you can run, Amara? You think you can escape us? You’re already bound. Wherever you go, the bond will follow. And the further you run, the more dangerous it gets.” “Dangerous for who?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “For me? Or for you?” Ryder’s eyes burned with something wild. “Both.” Before I could respond, a howl pierced the night air—one that sent chills racing down my spine. It wasn’t a normal howl. It was a warning. A signal that something was coming. The triplets all went still, their bodies tensing as they exchanged quick, knowing glances. Something shifted in the air, thickening with tension. “We don’t have time for this,” Ryder muttered darkly. “The pack—” A second howl cut through the night, louder, closer. My heart raced, panic clawing at my throat. “What is that?” I asked, my voice shaky. Jaxon’s gaze met mine, his expression grim. “Trouble.” Before I could process what he meant, Ryder grabbed my arm, his grip firm but not painful. “You’re coming with us.” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” I protested, trying to pull free. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in close, his voice a dangerous growl. “This isn’t about what you want anymore. It’s about survival.” And with that, the triplets shifted, their wolves emerging in a blur of fur and fangs, surrounding me like shadows in the night. Whatever was coming—it was hunting us badly. --- Caden’s POV It had been days since we brought her home. Days filled with silence and a tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Amara barely looked at us, her words nonexistent. I’d catch her in the hallways at school, her eyes hardening when she saw us coming, her body turning to slip out of sight. I couldn’t blame her. We couldn’t expect her forgiveness—not yet, maybe not ever. Still, every night I’d find myself standing by the window, staring out at the sky, my mind consumed with her. The anger she held, the resentment I’d caused, and how much I wanted to make things right. Tonight was no different. I stood there, looking up at the stars, and wondered if she could ever see past what we’d done, past the hurt we’d caused. I’d give anything for her to smile at me the way she used to smile before she knew the truth about us. But something was off tonight. I glanced at the clock—past midnight, and I hadn’t heard her soft footsteps upstairs, hadn’t seen her shadow flit by her window. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. I’d been telling myself she was safe with us, that bringing her home would protect her, but now I wasn’t so sure. I turned, moving quietly down the hall toward her room. I didn’t want her to feel cornered, just wanted to make sure she was okay. I knocked softly, waiting for her soft voice to answer back. But there was nothing—only silence. I hesitated before pushing the door open, peering inside. The bed was empty, sheets untouched, like she hadn’t been there at all tonight. My heart started to pound as I stepped further in, scanning the room. “Amara?” I whispered, half hoping she’d appear, half knowing she was gone. Frantically, I searched the house, each room adding weight to my dread. “Amara!” I called again, my voice breaking as fear clawed at me. I should’ve known—should’ve kept a closer watch. Then, from outside, a faint cry carried through the night air. My blood froze. It was her voice. Without thinking, I sprinted out of the house, my feet pounding against the forest path as I followed the sound. I pushed through branches, my heart in my throat as I reached a small clearing. And there, lying on the forest floor, was Amara. "Amara!" I yelled, dropping to my knees beside her. Her face was pale, her body limp, and my heart clenched as I took her in my arms. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable, and all the pain we’d caused her flashed through my mind. “Amara, please…wake up,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I lifted her carefully, her head resting against my chest as I made my way back to the house. Each step felt heavy, the silence unbearable. She looked so peaceful, even unconscious, as if she were escaping everything—even us—in her sleep. Back at the house, I took her straight to my room, pushing open the door and laying her gently on my bed. For a moment, I just stood there, staring down at her, realizing how much she meant to me. How much I wanted her to be safe, to trust me… to maybe, one day, forgive me. I sat beside her, reaching out to caress her cheek. Her skin was cool under my touch, and I leaned closer, letting my fingers trace the lines of her face. “I’m so sorry, Amara,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "For everything… for every time I hurt you, for every time I was too weak to make it right." She stirred slightly, her lips parting, and I felt a flicker of hope. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent promise to protect her, to prove myself worthy of her trust, if she ever gave me that chance. She let out a soft sigh, her hand twitching as if reaching for something. I clasped it gently, holding her hand in mine. “You’re safe now,” I whispered. “I’ll make sure of it, Amara. No one will ever hurt you again.” For the first time in a long while, I felt something other than guilt. I felt purpose—an unwavering resolve to protect her, to be there for her, even if she couldn’t see it yet. I stayed by her side that night, watching over her as she slept, vowing to do everything in my power to show her that I could be more than the monster she thought me to be. I sat in the stillness, watching her breathe. It was almost surreal—seeing her there, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her expression softer than I’d ever seen it before. Under the moonlight that spilled through the window, she looked like something out of a dream. Fragile, but fierce, and utterly captivating. She was the one I had to protect, the one I’d somehow spent years pushing away only to realize she was everything. But tonight, it wasn’t just the silence that kept me rooted to the spot. It was fear. If I closed my eyes, the vision of her unconscious, alone in the woods, would replay in my mind, over and over. She’d been in my arms, and it had hit me—how close I’d come to losing her, even if she didn’t realize it. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, as the weight of that realization pressed down on me. I didn’t dare look away from her, not now, not until I was sure she was safe. Her eyelids fluttered, and I felt a pang of hope that maybe she’d open her eyes and see me here, beside her, holding vigil. “Amara…” I whispered into the quiet room, more to fill the silence than anything else. “I’m sorry. For everything. I know I don’t deserve anything from you. But I’ll be here, even if you never forgive me.” She didn’t stir, but her hand moved slightly under the covers. I reached out, hesitating for just a moment, then gently took her hand in mine. Her fingers were cool, so small and delicate in my grip. I held onto it carefully, as if too much pressure would shatter the moment. The minutes ticked by, stretching into hours as I stayed by her side, my thumb brushing the back of her hand in a silent reassurance. I tried to picture what she was dreaming about. Was she reliving old memories, moments she’d want to forget? Or was she somewhere peaceful, far from the hurt we’d caused her? Every so often, I’d lean in to check on her, my fingers brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. The vulnerability she wore in sleep was something I’d never seen before. She always put on a brave front, a wall of anger and bitterness we’d created. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and I found myself reaching out, letting my fingers gently trace her cheek. “I’m here, Amara,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “And I’ll keep being here, even if you never speak to me again.” The night felt like a fragile thread, stretching on in quiet suspense, but I didn’t mind. For once, I had the peace to simply be by her side, without the chaos of the pack, without our own mistakes tearing us apart. Just her and me, in the silence of the night. At some point, she stirred, and my heart pounded in anticipation. Her lashes fluttered, and her breathing quickened, a soft frown creasing her forehead. I didn’t want to startle her, didn’t want her to wake up scared, so I gently smoothed her hair back, murmuring, “It’s okay… you’re safe.” Her breathing settled, and she slipped back into sleep. I exhaled, letting my hand fall back to my side, still holding onto her. Just a few hours before dawn, I leaned back in the chair, finally allowing myself to close my eyes, if only for a moment.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
Ryder's POVThe following days were… different. Not perfect. Not easy. But different. Amara didn’t completely shut me out, and that was enough to keep me moving forward. She wasn’t ready to forgive me yet—not fully—but she wasn’t running away anymore either. It was as though we were walking a tightrope, carefully balancing between what we were and what we could become. This morning, I decided to push my luck. “Amara,” I called out, leaning casually against my car, waiting for her outside the school entrance. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing as she spotted me, her lips already forming a protest. “Ryder,” she said, her tone sharp as a blade. “What are you doing here?” I smirked, unable to help myself. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, walking past me with purposeful strides, her bag slung over her shoulder. But I followed, determined to keep pace with her. “Relax,” I said keeping my tone steady.----The walk back home after our small truc
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