All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amara's POV The rest of the day passed in a blur, but my heart felt like it had been hollowed out. Caden’s words replayed in my mind on an endless loop, each one cutting deeper than the last. By the time I got home, the ache in my chest had only worsened. I tried to push it down, to focus on something else—anything else—but no matter what I did, his voice haunted me."You deserve better than this."Why did he think that? Why did he have to push me away when all I wanted was to help him? I stared at the ceiling in my room, my wolf pacing restlessly in the back of my mind. "He’s hurting, just like we are," she murmured. "But he won’t let us in.""And how can we help him if he won’t even try?" I replied bitterly. My voice cracked, and I pressed my palms against my eyes, willing the tears to stop. "Why does he have to make everything so difficult?"My wolf let out a low growl. "Because he’s scared, Amara. He’s scared of losing us, of losing control. This curse is eating away at him."

Amara's POV I walked through the school corridors, my mind racing with everything that had happened over the past few days. The betrayal, the confusion, and the pain were like a heavy weight on my chest. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the anger kept boiling under the surface.I had trusted them all—Jaxon, Ryder, Caden—but now it seemed like they were all turning away from me. But worst of all, the people I never wanted to deal with again were back—Selena and Stephanie. I could feel their eyes on me before I even saw them. As soon as I turned the corner, I locked eyes with Selena, her face twisting into a smug grin. My blood boiled, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. How dare they? After everything, they still had the audacity to walk around like nothing had happened. "Well, look who's here," Selena sneered, crossing her arms and leaning against the locker. Stephanie stepped forward, her lips curling into a smirk. "

Amara's POV The next morning, I woke up feeling an odd sense of clarity. My emotions were still raw, my chest still ached with the heaviness of it all, but a part of me felt... lighter. Maybe it was the exhaustion of constantly caring, of constantly hurting. Or maybe I had finally reached my breaking point. Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to let them hurt me anymore. I got ready for school like it was any other day, but as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I made myself a promise. No more tears. No more pain. If they were under some spell, if they couldn’t see the truth, then fine. Let them be. I wasn’t going to waste another second of my life trying to fix what they had broken. They weren’t worth it—not the lies, not the betrayal, and certainly not my tears.When I walked into the school, I could feel their presence even before I saw them. The bond I shared with the triplets, despite everything, still hummed faintly in my chest. It was like a consta

Amara's POVThe day began like any other—gray and heavy, mirroring the storm within me. The Triplets continued to act like strangers, yet somehow, their presence lingered in the periphery of my world, refusing to let me fully move on. It was maddening, trying to reconcile the brothers I once knew with the fractured versions standing before me. I was walking down the hallway toward my locker when a loud burst of laughter echoed behind me. Turning, I saw Caden leaning against the wall, his arm slung lazily around Stephanie’s shoulders. My wolf growled lowly, but I shoved the sound away. I couldn’t afford to break—not here, not now. "Look at her," Caden’s voice rang out suddenly, sharp and cruel. His gaze was locked on me, his lips twisted into a smirk. "The poor little reject trying to play strong. Who are you fooling, Amara? Everyone knows you’re just a broken mess." The words hit me harder than I expected. My heart clenched as my wolf whimpered softly. He’s not himself, she tried t

Ryder’s POVThe night was suffocating. The air felt thick, pressing against my chest like an invisible weight. No matter how many times I shifted in bed or flipped the pillow over to the cooler side, sleep refused to come. When it finally did, it brought no peace—only darkness and torment. Flashes of Amara filled my dreams. Her face blurred, her voice a desperate cry that echoed in the recesses of my mind. She was crying, her tears streaming down her cheeks like rivers, and I was standing there, watching, unable to move. “Ryder,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why are you doing this to me?” My heart twisted painfully in the dream, yet I couldn’t answer. Something was holding me back, controlling me, silencing me. Suddenly, her face changed. The warmth I’d once known was replaced by a cold, lifeless stare. Her eyes, once full of light, darkened with hatred. “You betrayed me,” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “You chose her over me.” I reached out to her, my hands trembl