Semua Bab The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Amara’s POV My feet carried me away as if on autopilot, my vision blurred by tears. I didn’t know where I was going—anywhere but there. The hallway felt like it stretched on forever, but I couldn’t stop running. My heart was pounding, threatening to shatter into pieces, and my wolf whimpered in my mind, the betrayal cutting her as deeply as it cut me. Jaxon… how could you?The image replayed in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Jaxon, standing there, his shirt gone, his pants undone. And Stephanie... her hands on him, her mouth—God, her mouth on him. My stomach churned violently, and I clutched it, as though the physical pain could distract me from the gaping hole in my chest. “You trusted him,” my wolf snarled, her voice trembling with pain. “You thought he was different.” “Shut up,” I whispered, my voice breaking. But she didn’t stop. “First Ryder, and now Jaxon. They don’t care, Amara. They never did. To them, you’re nothing but a game, a bond they never wanted.” “T

Amara's POVI continued walking aimlessly. My feet carried me without direction, no goal, no destination. I didn’t know where I was going—hell, I didn’t even know if I had a place to go. All I knew was that I couldn’t go back. Not to that house, not to them. The betrayal was too deep, the hurt too raw. They’d all failed me in the worst way possible.I thought about Caden. His soft voice, the way he held me in those quiet moments, the way he comforted me even when he was just as broken. But I couldn’t think of him now—not when my heart was shattered, not when the wounds they’d inflicted were too fresh. I was angry, frustrated with myself for letting it get this far. I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve trusted my instincts.But they all made me believe. They made me think that maybe, just maybe, this could be something real. Something worth fighting for. I stopped at a small café, the warm smell of coffee wafting through the door. The sight of people sitting inside, talking and lau

Amara’s POV"Are you okay?" Alex asked, his voice softer now. I nodded shakily, my heart still racing. "I... I think so." He reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek. "You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you." I looked up at him, gratitude and something else swirling in my chest. "Thank you, Alex. You saved me." Before he could respond, another voice interrupted us. "Amara!" I turned to see Ryder."Are you okay?" Ryder asked.“I’m fine,” I cut him off coldly, stepping away from him. Ryder’s expression fell, but he pressed on. "Amara, please. I know I’ve hurt you, but I need to explain. I—" “Enough!” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger. "I don’t want to hear your excuses, Ryder. You don’t get to act concerned after everything you’ve done." He reached out to me, desperation in his eyes. "Amara, I made a mistake. I was weak, and I hate myself for it. But I love you. I always have—" Before he could finish, my hand flew across his face, the sound of the slap echo

Amara’s POVThe next few days were a blur. I couldn’t shake the memory of that strange power surging through me. I avoided Elian, not ready to face his questions—or my own. But he didn’t give up on me. I found him waiting for me one crisp morning, leaning casually against the wrought iron gate. His sharp gray eyes softened when they met mine. “We’re doing this again,” he said, no preamble, no hesitation. I groaned, brushing past him. “I don’t have time for this.” “You don’t have time to figure out what you’re capable of?” he asked, falling into step beside me. “You’re stronger than you think, Amara, but ignoring it won’t make it go away.” I stopped and turned to face him. “And what if I don’t want to be strong? What if I just want to be... normal?” He tilted his head, studying me. “Do you really believe that? After everything you’ve been through?” His words struck a chord. Normal wasn’t something I’d had the luxury of for a long time. Maybe it was time to accept that I never wo

Amara’s POVThe morning had been a blur of whispers and stolen glances. The entire school seemed to be buzzing with the fact that I was back, stronger, different.I caught snippets of conversations in the hallways: “Did you see her? She’s not the same Amara.”“She looks... powerful. Untouchable.” “Do you think she’ll even talk to them again?”It was strange, hearing people talk about me as though I were a legend or some untouchable force. If only they knew the truth—that beneath the hardened exterior, I was still the girl who had once been shattered into pieces. I was trying to hold myself together when I saw him. Ryder stood in the parking lot, leaning against a lamppost, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... his eyes searched the crowd until they found mine. A lump formed in my throat. My chest tightened, memories of his betrayal flashing through my mind like a cruel montage. Kiera, my wolf, growled low in my head