All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amara's POV The tension in the house was unbearable. I could feel it growing between the triplets, the air thick with unspoken words and raw emotions. Ryder’s words echoed in my mind: You belong to me. And now, it was as if the entire universe was testing that claim.I tried to ignore the undeniable pull, to stay focused on keeping my distance, but everything changed when I walked into the living room that night.Caden was there, pacing with his hands buried in his hair, his face contorted in frustration. Jaxon sat on the couch, his usual cocky expression gone, replaced by a darker mood. They were arguing—again—but this time, it was different. This time, it was about me.“I told you to stay away from her!” Ryder’s voice was like ice as he stood in the doorway, watching the two brothers.“Like hell you will!” Jaxon shot back, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something darker. “She’s not yours to control, Ryder!”I froze, standing just inside the doorway, uncertain whether to

Amara's POV I barely made it a few steps before I heard him behind me, his footsteps pounding against the ground. "Amara," Ryder called, his voice rough and urgent. Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my wrist, halting me in place. His touch sent a jolt through me, awakening a part of me I’d been trying so hard to suppress. “Let me go, Ryder,” I whispered, my voice shaky and unconvincing. “No,” he said firmly, spinning me around to face him. His eyes burned into mine, wild and desperate, as if he was afraid I’d slip away if he loosened his grip. My wolf stirred within me, her resolve crumbling at the closeness of him. She begged for him, for his touch, his warmth, his love. And as much as I wanted to resist, I could feel myself breaking, my walls crumbling under the weight of everything I felt. “Amara, please,” Ryder said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “Don’t walk away from me. Don’t do this.” Tears welled in my eyes, and no matter how hard I tried to hold th

Amara's POV The house was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against my ears and made me hyper-aware of every sound. The triplets were already gone to school, leaving me alone with my thoughts—thoughts that seemed to circle back to him. Caden. I didn’t know if I was avoiding him or if he was avoiding me. Weeks had passed since that night, and though I tried to push him out of my mind, he lingered, like a ghost haunting my every waking moment. With a sigh, I grabbed my coffee and started toward my room, hoping to drown myself in something—anything—to stop the endless loop of thoughts. But as I passed by Caden’s room, a sound stopped me in my tracks. It was faint, muffled, but unmistakable. A low groan, followed by a sharp intake of breath. My wolf stirred instantly, her concern flooding through me. He needs us, Amara. He needs our help. “No,” I whispered, trying to push her voice aside. “It’s not our business.” But she was relentless, her worry wrapping around m

Amara's POV “Ryder…” I whispered, but the word felt heavy and useless. Ryder’s eyes flicked to me, the betrayal in them cutting deeper than any blade could. “So, this is it,” he said, his voice low, trembling with restrained emotion. “This is what’s been happening behind my back?” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could I say? How could I explain something I didn’t fully understand myself? “You said you needed space,” Ryder continued, his voice rising with every word. “You said you were trying to figure things out! And now I find you… here, with him?” His gaze darted to Caden, his expression darkening. Caden stood, his posture rigid, shielding me instinctively. “Ryder, this isn’t what you think—” “Don’t you dare!” Ryder snapped, stepping into the room. His voice cracked slightly, his mask of anger slipping just enough to reveal the pain beneath. “Don’t stand there and act like you didn’t know what you were doing.” “Ryder, stop,” I said, finally finding my

Caden’s POV The laughter faded as the weight of our situation settled back in, quieter this time but still undeniable. The bond wasn’t just a hurdle—it was a storm, tearing through everything we’d built as brothers. But sitting here, with Ryder and Jaxon, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks: hope. Still, I couldn’t ignore the guilt gnawing at me. Ryder might have accepted my apology, but the damage I’d caused wouldn’t disappear overnight. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and stared at the beer in my hands. “We need to talk about Amara,” I said, breaking the silence. Ryder tensed, his jaw tightening again, but he nodded. “Go on.” “I don’t know how to explain it,” I admitted, my voice quiet. “When I’m around her, it’s like… nothing else matters. She’s the only thing my wolf wants, and it drives me crazy. But at the same time, I hate what it’s doing to us. I hate that my feelings for her are hurting you two.” Jaxon nodded, his expression serious. “It’s the same