All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ryder’s POV The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen, the morning sun streaming through the windows as I sat at the table, watching my brothers and Amara move around. It was oddly peaceful, the first time in weeks that things didn’t feel like they were about to shatter. Jaxon was his usual self, cracking jokes as he piled food onto his plate. “Don’t blame me if there’s no bacon left. You snooze, you lose,” he said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from Caden. “Maybe leave some for the rest of us, oh mighty hog,” Caden retorted, shoving Jaxon lightly as he reached for the coffee pot. Amara laughed softly, the sound like a balm to my frayed nerves. Her smile was small but genuine, and it made something in my chest tighten. She was trying. We all were. We ate together in relative quiet after that, the occasional clatter of silverware breaking the silence. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. Once breakfast was over, Jaxon and Caden grabbed their things and

Amara’s POVThe rest of the school day felt like it was dragging on forever. Every class, every conversation, every glance from someone—it all felt like it was happening in slow motion, as if the universe was stretching time just to make me more anxious. The tension between me and the triplets seemed to hang in the air, thick and palpable, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. By the time the final bell rang, I was practically running to the exit, eager to escape the overwhelming feeling of being trapped between them. I knew they were waiting for me—at least I hoped they were. It had taken everything in me to suggest we talk, but I couldn’t avoid it any longer. We needed to figure this out. As I approached the parking lot, I saw them leaning against Ryder’s truck, their expressions a mix of frustration, guilt, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Ryder was first to straighten when he saw me, his eyes softening immediately. But even with that softness, I could see

Amara's POV As I sipped my coffee on the porch later that evening, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between us all. The bond, the tension, the unspoken emotions—it was all coming to a head.I glanced up as Jaxon stepped out, his easy smile making my heart flutter. He sat down beside me, his presence warm and grounding.“You okay?” he asked, nudging me gently.“I’m fine,” I said, my voice soft. “Just… thinking.”“About?”“Everything,” I admitted. “The bond. You, Ryder, Caden. How complicated everything’s become.”Jaxon nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Yeah, it’s a lot. But we’ll figure it out. Together.”His words, simple yet sincere, brought a sense of calm that I hadn’t felt in days. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, I allowed myself to believe him. To trust that, somehow, we’d find our way through this. Together.---The evening sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow across the room as I sat by the window, lost in thought. Jaxon and Ryder had gone o

Amara's POV That night, sleep came to me reluctantly, like a shadow lingering at the edges of my mind. The warmth of my blankets wrapped around me, but my restless thoughts refused to settle. When my eyes finally drifted shut, I was pulled into a world that felt as real as the one I had left behind. I stood in a forest bathed in silvery moonlight, the trees whispering secrets in a language I couldn’t understand. The air felt heavy, alive, and I knew this wasn’t an ordinary dream. My wolf stirred within me, her presence more vivid than ever. "Amara," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "Pay attention. They need us. This bond… it’s more than fate. It’s destiny."Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I saw them Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder—standing apart from each other in the same forest, their expressions tense. They weren’t looking at me; they weren’t even looking at each other. They were surrounded by shadows, a dark mist swirling around them like chains. Ryder’s jaw was clenched

Ryder’s POVI couldn’t hold back the desires anymore. My wolf was howling inside me, relentless, craving her, needing her. It was as though my soul was tethered to hers, pulled inextricably, a bond that both terrified and exhilarated me.The way her scent hit me when I was near her—it was intoxicating, a mixture of sweetness and something untamed. It drove me wild, igniting a fire deep inside that I couldn’t douse. The more I tried to resist, the stronger the pull became, until there was no escaping it.I had spent weeks convincing myself that I could control it. That I could push her away, maintain some semblance of distance between us, because deep down, I feared what giving into this would mean. But no more. My control was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Not when she was so close, her presence so consuming.The night had been filled with awkward glances and forced conversations, all of us pretending that everything was normal, that we weren