All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Amara's POV Jaxon just grinned. "She's worth it."Caden sighed, then brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Ready?"I took a slow, shaky breath, my heart hammering. "Yes."Without another word, his hands found the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it, and then the straps were falling off my shoulders, revealing everything to them."Shit," Jaxon whispered."Fucking hell, sweetheart," Ryder murmured, his gaze sliding over me. "You're killing us."My heart was pounding, the flush on my skin deepening.I felt vulnerable.Exposed.And I liked it.I wasn't given a chance to speak, because then Caden's fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down."Holy shit," Jaxon muttered.I bit back a whimper, my legs shaking.Caden's fingers slid up my thigh, his eyes burning into mine. "Last chance, Amara.”I exhaled shakily, my whole body trembling.I could feel them everywhere—pressed against me, touching me, claiming every inch of me.And the worst part?I didn't want them to stop.

Amara's POV"What's going on?" I asked."Go clean up, sweetheart.... We'll explain everything when you come back," Ryder said, his jaw tense.Caden pulled me to my feet, and then Ryder was lifting me into his arms, carrying me into the bathroom."Ryder, please tell me what's going on," I said."Not right now, sweetheart," he murmured, setting me on the counter."Are they okay?" I asked.His fingers found the nape of my neck, his forehead resting against mine. "It's not about us.""What is it?" I whispered.He shook his head. "Later, sweetheart. I promise."I took a slow breath, trying to quell the fear."It's okay," he whispered, his hand sliding down my back.I leaned into him, his touch calming, comforting."What's wrong with me?" I whispered.His grip tightened. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. Trust me.""It feels like there is.""That's the bond," he murmured, his hand drifting up my spine. "It's getting stronger, and it's messing with your emotions.”"You said the bo

Amara’s POV Ryder’s kiss was hungry, raw with emotions he had been holding back for far too long. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in just enough to remind me that he hated sharing.And honestly? In this moment, I didn’t care about anything but him.I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath my palms. He groaned against my lips, pressing me back against the cool brick wall behind the school.“Damn it, Amara,” he murmured between kisses, his forehead resting against mine. “You make me crazy.”I was breathless. “I think you were already crazy.”He let out a rough chuckle, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “Maybe.” His voice dropped lower. “But only when it comes to you.”I bit my lip, and his gaze darkened.Ryder didn’t waste time—his lips were back on mine, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling me closer, until there was nothing between us but heat and frustration.He kissed me like he owned me. Like he had been starving for this.An

Amara’s POV The house was full of electricity that morning. Not the literal kind—but the kind that simmered under the surface. Charged glances. Lingering touches. And too many unspoken words between four people tangled in something too big to name.After grabbing my smoothie from Jaxon and kissing Ryder goodbye on the cheek—though he tried to pull me back into bed—I followed Jaxon out to his car.He was already leaning against the passenger side, sunglasses low on his nose, smirk firmly in place.“Took you long enough, princess,” he teased, opening the door for me like the cocky show-off he was.“Sorry,” I said, brushing past him. “My other boyfriend was being clingy.”He let out a low chuckle, shutting the door behind me. “Mm. So it’s like that now, huh?”I looked at him as he slid into the driver’s seat. “Like what?”He shot me a sidelong glance, something dark and playful dancing in his eyes. “Like you’ve accepted that you’re ours. All of us.”I didn’t answer.Mostly because I was

Amara’s POV The first thing I felt was the heat—a slow, languid warmth radiating against my back, steady as a heartbeat. Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets and the arm draped possessively over my waist. Jaxon’s breath tickled the nape of my neck, his lips grazing my shoulder even in sleep. His fingers, calloused from years of wielding blades, were interlaced with mine, a rough contrast to the tender way he held me. I didn’t dare move, afraid to shatter the fragile peace of this moment. Here, in the quiet, there were no wars to fight, no secrets gnawing at my ribs. Just his scent—cedar and smoke—and the safety of his body curved around mine. “You’re thinking too loud,” Jaxon murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. His hand slid up my side, leaving a trail of fire beneath the thin fabric of my camisole. I smirked, tilting my head to glance at him. His storm-gray eyes were half-lidded, his dark hair tousled from my fing