Semua Bab The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Bab 101 - Bab 110

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 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 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 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 had fallen quietly around us, the soft hum of the mansion’s grand chandelier overhead the only noise in the otherwise still room. Everyone else had retreated to their own spaces, leaving me alone with my thoughts—thoughts I hadn’t been able to escape all day. The weight of everything, the new beginning I was being offered, the uncertainty in my heart… It was all too much.I wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable. And yet, here I was, standing on the edge of something I couldn’t quite name, staring into the unknown. My chest felt tight, but strangely, there was a comfort in that. A reminder that I was still here, still fighting for something, even if I wasn’t sure what.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my reverie.“Amara?” Jaxon’s voice came through the door, low and quiet, like he was afraid of disturbing the fragile peace between us.I took a deep breath and walked over, opening the door just enough to peer out at him. His tousled hair and the slight glint