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 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 Ryder’s arm around my waist, the steady presence of Caden and Jaxon beside me – 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.“Amara? What’s wrong?” His voice was low and husky, laced with concern.I hesitated, the images of the nightmare still too raw, too vivid to articulate easily. “
Amara’s 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 Ryder’s 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 Caden’s 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.
Amara’s 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 he’d 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
Amara’s POV Jaxon’s 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
Amara’s 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. “Couldn’t resist, could I?”
Amara’s 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.“Ready to rejoin the chaos?” he murmured, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.A soft chuckle escaped mine. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” 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
Amara’s 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. “I think I’ll go make some tea,” I announced, pushing myself up from the comfortable depths of the couch. “Anyone want anything?”Jaxon, still lost in cinematic analysis, mumbled a vague “Nah, I’m good.” 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, “I’ll come with you, love. I could use another cup of something warm.”We made our way to the kitchen, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the co
Amara’s POV The first rays of dawn, painting the eastern sky in hues of soft lavender and hesitant gold, seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, pale stripes across our tangled sheets. I stirred slowly, a lingering warmth nestled beside me, the familiar weight of Ryder a comforting anchor in the quiet morning. The scent of sleep and shared intimacy clung to the air, a soft reminder of the peaceful night we had found in each other’s arms.Ryder still slept soundly, his dark lashes resting against his cheek, his breathing deep and even. A faint scar, a silver line tracing his jaw, caught the nascent light, a silent testament to the battles we had faced, the sacrifices made. I watched him for a long moment, a familiar wave of tenderness washing over me, a deep appreciation for his quiet strength and unwavering love.Carefully, so as not to disturb him, I eased myself out of bed, the cool morning air raising goosebumps on my bare skin. The quiet of the house was profound,
Amara’s POV The morning unfolded with a comfortable rhythm, the lingering intimacy of the previous night weaving a subtle thread of tenderness through our usual banter. The playful flirting continued throughout breakfast, a familiar dance of affection that always left me feeling cherished and deeply loved. The easy camaraderie we shared, the unspoken understanding that flowed between us, was a constant source of strength and comfort.After breakfast, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing, a sense of quiet purpose settled over the pack house. The lingering threat of Kaelen’s followers still hung in the air, a subtle undercurrent of unease that kept us vigilant. Patrols were organized, borders were checked, and the fragile alliance with Lyra’s pack was maintained with careful communication.Ryder, despite his lingering limp, insisted on joining the morning patrol, his protective instincts overriding any lingering pain. Caden and Jaxon, ever watc