All Chapters of The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Amara's POV Caden stepped in last, moving in closer, his body fitting perfectly against my side, until I was completely surrounded – Jaxon in front, Caden at my side, Ryder at my back – their hands and lips finding every available inch of me, their heat and hunger blending with the hot, cleansing water. We were a tangled knot of limbs, of desire, of absolute belonging. Jaxon’s mouth, firm and demanding, captured mine in a slow, consuming kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before plunging deeper, drawing me into a whirlwind of sensation. His lips molded against mine, tasting of the water and him, dark and all-consuming. As his kiss deepened, Ryder’s hands, agile and teasing, trailed down my stomach, his thumbs brushing the insides of my thighs, coaxing my legs apart, inviting a deeper connection. Caden’s hand, gentle yet firm, tilted my chin toward him, claiming my mouth next – his kiss gentler than Jaxon’s, but no less commanding, no less filled with urgent desire. His

Amara's POV Before I could even protest, or wipe the cream away, he ducked forward with a lightning-quick movement and, with an utterly brazen flick of his tongue, licked it off, his teeth lightly grazing the tip of my nose. I gasped, startled and delighted, swatting playfully at him, my cheeks burning. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, trying to sound stern, but unable to hide the soft smile that tugged at my lips. He only winked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and stole a bite of my pancake directly from my plate before casually sitting on the counter beside me, one long leg swinging lazily, his hip brushing mine. We ate together—well, I tried to eat, but they certainly didn’t make it easy. It was a constant dance of affection and playful disruption. Every few bites, Jaxon’s large, warm hand would slide along my thigh under the table, his thumb tracing slow, sensual circles against my skin, sending waves of delicious heat through me. His presence was a grounding, erotic h

Amara's POV He let out a low whistle, a sound of genuine surprise and admiration, and grinned, rubbing his side playfully. “Didn’t know you had claws, Luna! You’re getting dangerous.” “She’s always had claws, Ryder,” Jaxon cut in, his voice a low rumble, stepping forward with deceptive casualness. Before I could even register his movement, he swept my legs out from under me in one clean, brutal move, a classic Alpha maneuver. I hit the soft sand of the arena with a soft oof, a gust of air escaping my lungs, glaring up at him as he stood over me, a smug, triumphant look on his face. He extended a hand, inviting me to take it, but his eyes dared me to refuse. But before I could take it, Ryder, ever the opportunist, grabbed my wrist and hauled me to my feet in one swift motion, pulling me into his side. He leaned in, whispering in my ear with a wink: “You don’t need his help, sweetheart. You’ve got me. I always pick you up.” I rolled my eyes dramatically, but my pulse still sk

Amara's POV Jaxon snarled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated with barely contained fury. “Don’t you dare talk to her like that, scum. You lost the right to speak her name the day you walked away. The day you broke her.” Ryder took another step forward, his grin feral now, his eyes alight with a dangerous, bloodthirsty gleam. “We should show him what happens to guys who think they can waltz back into her life and play the hero. This isn’t a game, Eli. This is our Luna.” But Eli didn’t flinch. His green eyes stayed locked on mine, trying to convey a desperate sincerity, a plea for understanding that I no longer felt capable of giving. “I know I don’t deserve another chance,” he said, his voice breaking just slightly, a calculated vulnerability that grated on my nerves. “I know I messed up. I was an idiot. A coward. But I had to see you, Amara. Had to tell you… I’m sorry. Truly sorry. And if you’ll have me—” “She won’t,” Jaxon cut in sharply, his voice like a whip-crack, absol

Amara's POV The mansion was quiet now, truly quiet, the bustling sounds of the pack settling for the night. The faint, rhythmic hum of crickets filled the air outside, a soothing lullaby carried on the cool night breeze. After dinner, a meal consumed in a comfortable, almost domestic silence, punctuated by occasional, lingering touches from my mates, I had excused myself. A need for fresh air, for a moment to process the emotional roller coaster of the day, had drawn me to the rooftop. Though, of course, it hadn’t taken long for them to follow. Their presence, a familiar pull, was as inevitable as the rising moon. I stood at the very edge of the rooftop, my arms wrapped around myself, the cool night breeze kissing my skin, raising goosebumps that had nothing to do with the chill. My gaze was fixed on the moon, a brilliant pearl in the velvet expanse of the night sky, its light washing over the slumbering pack grounds. The bond pulsed faintly in my chest, a warm, resonant thrum, an