All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Amara’s POVThe weight of the world seemed to lift with the deepening silence of the night. Outside our window, the sprawling academy grounds were bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon, casting long, silver shadows from the ancient trees. The usual cacophony of nocturnal creatures was muted, a distant hum that only emphasized the stillness within our room. Caden, ever the anchor, was curled spoon-like behind me, his arm a comforting weight across my waist, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. At the foot of the expansive bed, Jaxon was a study in unconscious relaxation, limbs splayed out, a soft snore escaping his lips as he somehow managed to pilfer a significant portion of the shared blanket.But Ryder… Ryder was a different kind of presence in the quiet darkness.I felt the subtle brush of his fingertips against the back of my hand, a slow, deliberate caress, as if he were trying to tether himself to the present. His touch was feather-light, yet it resonated through

Caden’s POV The morning had been a delightful storm of laughter and spilled coffee. Her playful jabs during breakfast, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she teased me – it was a stark contrast to the heavy silence that used to define my mornings. Even the usual competitive energy between the pack members felt lighter, somehow infused with her easygoing presence. The day unfolded with a comfortable rhythm, punctuated by her bright smiles and the soft brush of her hand against mine whenever we were close.But it was in the quiet of the late afternoon that I found her, a vision of serene beauty that stole my breath away. She stood in the backyard, the manicured lawn soft beneath her bare feet, her face tilted towards the heavens. The setting sun painted the sky in strokes of fiery orange, melting into soft lavender, and the golden light caught in the strands of her hair, turning it into a halo. She looked utterly at peace, a part of the earth and sky in equal measure, and a

Amara’s POV The drive back with Caden was a bubble of quiet contentment. The stars had begun to fade behind the encroaching city lights, but the memory of them, and the feeling of Caden’s arms around me under their vast expanse, lingered like a warm embrace. As we pulled into the driveway, the familiar silhouette of the house, usually bustling, seemed unusually still in the late hour.The moment Caden cut the engine, the front door burst open as if propelled by an unseen force. The rapid thud of footsteps echoed from inside, and then Jaxon was there, framed in the doorway, arms crossed dramatically over his chest.“Finally,” he declared, his voice a theatrical mix of relief and annoyance. “I was this close,” he pinched his fingers together with a tiny sliver of space between them, “to unleashing my inner tracker and dragging you two back by your ears. Do you have any idea the level of panic that was setting in?”Caden, ever the picture of nonchalant alpha, just smirked, tossing his k

Amara’s POVDays turned into weeks, and Liam settled into Northwood High with a quiet grace. The initial storm of female attention had calmed slightly, replaced by a steady undercurrent of admiration and the occasional bold attempt at flirtation, all of which Liam handled with a polite, almost detached charm. He was friendly to everyone, but didn't seem to form any particularly close bonds, remaining somewhat of an enigma.My mates’ vigilance regarding Liam hadn’t lessened. One of them always seemed to be subtly aware of his proximity to me, their gazes occasionally flicking towards him during class or in the hallways. It was a silent, unspoken agreement between them, a constant low hum of protectiveness that I was both comforted and slightly exasperated by.Despite their reservations, Liam and I found ourselves occasionally paired together for group projects or seated near each other in class. He was intelligent and thoughtful, and I found myself enjoying our conversations, which usu

Amara’s POV Elijah’s words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The cool night air suddenly felt colder, the rustling of the leaves like whispers of impending danger. The fragmented memories of my past, the life before Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder, felt like puzzle pieces that were starting to click into a terrifying picture.“The Thorne lineage?” I repeated, my voice barely audible. “What… what does that mean?”Elijah’s green eyes, usually so vibrant, were now shadowed with a mixture of fear and a strange sort of recognition. “My old pack… we kept records. Family histories. We knew the names, the bloodlines. Your scent… it’s unmistakable. It matches the Thorne pack. A small, isolated group that lived on the edge of our territory. They were known for their strong connection to the earth, their… unique abilities.”A shiver ran down my spine. “Abilities?”He hesitated, his gaze flicking nervously around the deserted park. “They were… gifted. Some could sense changes in the ear