All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amara's POVThe warmth of Ryder’s body beside me made it hard to get out of bed. The early morning light streamed in through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. I felt safe, secure, and for the first time in a long while, I felt at peace. My heart was still racing from the tenderness we’d shared the night before, the closeness that seemed to have grown between us. I hadn’t expected to feel this way, so open, so connected but here I was.I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself, trying to savor the stillness before the day began. Ryder was still lying there, watching me with those intense eyes that seemed to see right through me. I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable, yet safe in his presence.As I turned to grab my clothes, I felt his gaze on me. His eyes softened, and without saying a word, he moved closer. His hand reached out, gently cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin. He didn’t need to say anything, his touch spoke volumes. Slowly, he leaned in, kis

Amara's POV The days that followed were a whirlwind. Jaxon’s kiss had stirred something inside of me, something I couldn’t quite ignore. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, replaying the intensity, the way his lips felt against mine. The way he claimed me in front of everyone, it was possessive, but it also felt strangely comforting. But I couldn’t deny the confusion that clouded my thoughts. There was Ryder, always so close to me, his presence undeniable. Then there was Caden, with his quiet strength, the way he seemed to understand me without saying much at all. And Jaxon… he was always there, always pulling me in with that carefree smile of his, always showing up when I least expected it. It wasn’t easy, balancing everything in my head, but I knew I couldn’t keep pushing them away. The bond between us, the pull I felt toward each of them—it was impossible to ignore. But that kiss with Jaxon had changed something. It had blurred the lines between friendship and something more. T

Amara’s POVThe sound of soft laughter floated through the hallway as I carried a tray of freshly made coffee cups toward the living room. It was unusual to hear Ryder laugh, especially after the tension that had been hanging in the house recently. Curious, I stepped closer, my steps quiet as I rounded the corner. And there they were. Ryder sat on the couch, his head tilted back slightly, a grin plastered on his usually serious face. But he wasn’t alone. Next to him, leaning in far too close, was my cousin, Selena. Her delicate hand rested on his thigh, her nails trailing patterns across the fabric of his jeans. She looked radiant, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips painted a vibrant red that matched the fiery glint in her eyes. My heart dropped. I froze in the doorway, unable to look away as the scene unfolded before me. Ryder was smiling at her, a soft, genuine smile I hadn’t seen him direct at anyone in a long time, not even me. He reached up to tuck a

Jaxon’s POV The tension in the air was electric as I stood in the music room, trying to keep my distance from Stephanie. But it was impossible to ignore her. Her presence was magnetic, pulling me in despite every warning bell going off in my head. She leaned against the piano, her lips curved in a sly smile. Her voice was soft, sultry, the kind that used to make me weak. "You can’t tell me you don’t miss this, Jaxon. The way we used to be.” I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay grounded. “Stephanie, I’ve moved on. You need to stop.” But she didn’t stop. Instead, she took a slow step toward me, her perfume wrapping around me like a noose. “Moved on? Really? From this?” She gestured at herself, her fingers trailing suggestively down her neck. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Yes,” I said, but my voice faltered. “Liar.” She was closer now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Her hand brushed against my arm, light and teasing. “Stephanie,” I warn

Amara's POVThe days that followed were a blur. Everything felt like a mixture of confusion and lingering pain, but somehow, Caden’s presence made it bearable. He was always there, steady, calm, and unwavering, while Jaxon seemed to be avoiding me, and the rest of the world continued around us. Every time I thought about Jaxon, about the kiss I’d seen, my chest tightened. It was like a knot I couldn’t untangle. I kept asking myself why. Why did he do it? Why was he so careless with me, with us?But Caden....Caden never stopped being there. He was my anchor in the storm, even when I didn’t deserve it. I was still angry, still hurting, but there was a small part of me that couldn’t help but feel grateful for his support.One afternoon, as I sat on the couch, my eyes glued to the TV but my mind far away, Caden came in, carrying two cups of hot chocolate. He sat beside me, handing me one, his eyes soft with understanding. "I know you’re still upset," he said, breaking the silence. "But