All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ryder’s POVThe door slammed shut behind her, and the silence that followed was deafening. I stood frozen, staring at the spot where Amara had been just moments ago. My fists clenched at my sides, and my nails bit into my palms as I tried to hold myself together. She didn’t cry this time. She didn’t even yell. She just looked at me—looked at me like I was nothing. And, damn it, I felt like nothing. I sank back into my chair, running a hand through my hair as my heart pounded painfully in my chest. Her words echoed in my mind on a loop: "I know this isn’t you, Ryder. I know you’re under a spell, and I’m going to break it."She believed in me. After everything I’d said and done to her, after every cruel insult and heartless action, she still believed in me. And I’d hurt her again. The spell’s grip on my mind felt like iron chains tightening with every thought. One moment, I wanted to chase after her, to fall at her feet and beg for forgiveness. But the next moment, anger and bittern

Amara's POV I stood there, in the clearing, my heart pounding, my hands trembling from the intensity of what I was about to do. The air felt thick with anticipation, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. Elian stood a few steps away, his gaze unwavering as he watched me carefully. I knew he had faith in me, but that only made the pressure heavier. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but I had no choice. I couldn’t leave them like this. I couldn’t let Jaxon, Ryder, and Caden stay trapped in the curse that had twisted everything between us. They might not remember it, but I did. I remembered the love, the laughter, the moments when we were together. And I refused to let some spell control their lives, control my life, like this.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “I’m ready,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was saying it for Elian or for myself. His eyes softened as he nodded. “You’ve grown stronger, Amara. I know you can do this.”I looked out in

Amara’s POV The training grounds were quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the cold evening breeze. I stood in the center, my hands trembling, not from fear but from exhaustion. The repetitive practice, the intense focus it took to channel my energy, was draining me. Yet, I refused to stop.The faces of the Triplets flashed in my mind—Jaxon’s cold indifference, Caden’s biting words, and Ryder’s hollow guilt. They were slipping away, and I couldn’t bear to lose them. Elian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp green eyes watching my every move. "Again," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. I clenched my fists and nodded, steadying my breathing. "I can do this," I muttered to myself, summoning the magical energy inside me. I visualized the threads of the spell wrapped around the Triplets, choking them, twisting their emotions. I imagined breaking those threads, unraveling them one by one. "Focus," Elian said, stepping closer. "You’re le

Amara's POV The next few days passed in a blur of intense training, every waking moment spent honing my magical abilities. Elian pushed me harder than ever, each session more draining than the last, but I could feel myself getting stronger. The connection to my magic was becoming clearer, more tangible, like I could finally control the chaotic force inside me.I had to save them. I couldn’t stand seeing the Triplets like this, so far from the brothers I once knew. The spell had twisted them, torn them apart, and it was my fault they were in this mess. But it wasn’t too late. I could still fix it. The practice sessions were relentless. Elian had me focus on my emotions, channeling my anger, pain, and grief into my magic. I had to harness every single feeling that had been building up inside me. Every time I thought about Jaxon’s cold behavior, Ryder’s confusion, or Caden’s utter indifference, I allowed it to fuel me. The spell had taken everything from me, and now it was time to take

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