All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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 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 silence between us was warm, filled with a strange sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years. Amara’s head rested on my shoulder, and I could feel the soft rhythm of her breathing. It felt fragile, like the moment might shatter if I moved too suddenly or said the wrong thing. I broke the silence, my voice quiet. “You know, I used to hate the stars.” She stirred, her head tilting up to look at me. “What? Why?” “They reminded me of all the things I couldn’t reach,” I admitted, keeping my gaze fixed on the sky. “No matter how much I wanted them, they were always too far away. Untouchable.” She was quiet for a moment, her eyes softening. “And now?” I turned to her, my heart aching at the vulnerability in her expression. “Now I think the stars are worth admiring... because they remind me of you.” Her breath caught, and for a second, I thought she might pull away. But instead, she stayed, her gaze dropping to where my arm was still around her shoulders. “Ryder,” she whisp

Amara's POV The rest of the evening passed in a haze of frustration and confusion. I avoided Ryder and Caden as best I could, retreating to my room where I could finally be alone with my thoughts. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the memory of their expressions—Caden’s quiet regret and Ryder’s burning intensity. It was late when I decided to step outside for some fresh air. The house felt suffocating, and I needed to clear my head. Wrapping a cardigan around my shoulders, I slipped out onto the back porch, letting the cool night air wash over me. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else there, but of course, fate had other plans. Ryder was leaning against the porch railing, his head tilted back as he stared up at the stars. He looked so different like this—calm, almost vulnerable. The harsh edges I had grown used to seemed to soften under the silver moonlight. He heard me before I could retreat. His head snapped toward me, his piercing eyes locking onto mine.

Amara's POV Days had passed, and the air around me was heavy with tension. I tried to focus on anything but them—Caden and Ryder—but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the undeniable pull toward both of them. I hated myself for it, hated that my emotions and my wolf were at constant odds. You can’t deny them forever, my wolf whispered. I sighed, brushing her aside. "Yes, I can," I muttered under my breath. That evening, I found myself in the brothers' house again, trying to keep my distance as much as possible. Caden had been unusually quiet all day, his soft glances at me almost unbearable to ignore. I was sitting on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through a book, when I heard the bathroom door creak open. My heart skipped a beat as Caden stepped out, steam billowing behind him. He wore nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, his chest bare and glistening with water droplets. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his usual calm, composed demeanor was repla