All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Amara's POVThe tension between Caden and me had been building for days, and now, sitting next to him on the couch, it was almost unbearable. Every glance he gave me, every subtle touch, seemed to ignite something deep inside me. I was still sorting through the mess in my heart, torn between the past and the present, between Jaxon and the undeniable connection I was starting to feel with Caden.I glanced over at Caden, finding his eyes already on me. He didn’t say anything, but there was a silent understanding between us. It was as if we both knew what the other was feeling but didn’t quite know how to say it. The air around us seemed to thrum with unspoken words, an energy that neither of us could deny."Amara," Caden said softly, his voice low and filled with something I couldn’t quite place. "You don’t have to do this alone. I know it’s hard, but whatever happens with Jaxon, I want you to know you’re not alone in this."My breath caught in my throat as his words settled over me. It

Amara's POVThe day had started off like any other. I sat in the cafeteria, a cup of coffee in hand, trying to keep my thoughts from drifting back to everything that had been happening lately. But it was hard. It was impossible to ignore the knot in my stomach every time I thought about Ryder, Jaxon, Caden, and the mess we were all in. My wolf was restless, growling in the back of my mind, unsure of what to make of everything. It didn’t help that Selena was always around, throwing herself into situations where she could get a reaction out of me. I had always known she was trouble, but now it felt like she was out for blood.I was staring blankly at my phone when I felt a presence looming over me. My heart dropped when I saw her...Selena, of course.She was standing right in front of me, a smirk plastered on her face, her arms crossed as if she owned the place. “Hey, Amara,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness and something else. A challenge.I looked up, trying to keep my emo

Amara's POVThe car ride home felt like an eternity. The world outside the window blurred as my mind replayed everything that had happened at school—Selena’s cruel words, Ryder’s and Jaxon’s betrayal.My heart still felt like it was in pieces, each jagged fragment weighing me down with the heaviness of their actions. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream. So, I remained silent, my gaze fixed outside the window, barely noticing the passing scenery.Caden’s presence beside me was comforting in a way I couldn’t explain. He didn’t push me to talk, didn’t force any words from my lips. He let me have the silence, knowing that I needed it, just as much as I needed him.His hand rested on the gearshift, but I could feel his eyes on me, even though I didn’t look at him. I could sense the questions, the concern, and the emotions he was trying to hold back. I wondered if he could see how broken I felt, how shattered everything had become in such a short time.The hum of the engine filled th

Amara's POV We barely made it down the hallway before the weight of everything crashed down on me. My chest felt heavy, and the tears I’d been holding back spilled over, hot and unrelenting. I stopped, my hand still clutching Caden’s as I turned to face him. “I’m sorry, Caden,” I choked out, my voice trembling. He frowned, his eyes searching mine. “For what?” “For kissing you like that,” I admitted, my words tumbling out in a rush. “It wasn’t fair to you. I just—” My voice broke, and I shook my head, the tears blurring my vision. Caden’s grip on my hand tightened, grounding me. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady. “Look at me, Amara.” I hesitated, but eventually, I lifted my gaze to meet his. His blue eyes were filled with so much warmth and understanding that it made my heart ache even more. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he said firmly. “Not for that kiss. Not for anything.” “But it wasn’t right,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I did it to hurt them,

Amara’s POV The next day, I decided to take a walk through the woods near the house. The fresh air and solitude felt like the perfect way to clear my head. The events of the past week had left me drained, emotionally and physically. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, Jaxon, Ryder, and Caden all occupying spaces they shouldn’t. I stopped by a small stream, the sound of water rushing over rocks soothing my frayed nerves. As I crouched to run my fingers through the cold water, a voice behind me made me freeze. “Amara.” I turned slowly, my heart sinking as I saw Ryder standing a few feet away. He looked disheveled, his dark eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place—guilt, frustration, desperation? “What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. “I needed to talk to you,” he said, stepping closer. I stood, crossing my arms over my chest. “I think you’ve said enough, Ryder. There’s nothing left to talk about.” “Amara, please,” he pleaded, h