The Triplet Alpha's Outcast
Amara's POV
The late morning air on the pack training grounds was still thick with the lingering heat of our vigorous session, mingled with the earthy scent of churned soil and the sharp, invigorating tang of sweat. I sat cross-legged on the soft grass, a pleasant exhaustion settling deep in my muscles, my breath still coming in gentle gasps. Ryder, ever the playful rogue, lay sprawled lazily across my lap, his head nestled comfortably against my thighs, his eyes half-closed in contentment. Jaxon stood nearby, arms crossed over his powerful chest, a satisfied, almost smug smirk playing on his lips as he watched us. Caden, ever the attentive and gentle one, knelt at my side, a soft towel in h
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