Semua Bab The Triplet Alpha's Outcast : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Amara’s POVThe night had fallen with an eerie quietness, the kind that made everything feel a little too still. I sat near the window, gazing up at the moon. Its soft glow bathed the room in a pale light, offering a small sense of peace in the chaos that had overtaken my life. The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and I stiffened. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. Caden. He stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his eyes shadowed with a deep sadness that mirrored the storm brewing inside me. I hadn’t expected him to be here—not after everything that had happened. “Caden,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”His eyes locked with mine, and I saw something flicker in them—pain, guilt, and a loneliness I could almost touch. It made my chest ache. “How did you know where I live?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “I asked around. I.

Ryder’s POV The tension in the house had been unbearable for days, and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t even step into a room without Jaxon’s glare burning a hole through me. Caden was barely speaking to anyone, lost in his thoughts and sulking in the shadows. This curse wasn’t just destroying Amara—it was tearing us apart. I was sitting in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey and staring blankly at the fireplace when the door slammed open. Jaxon stormed in, his face flushed with anger. “You’re a real piece of work, Ryder,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now, Jaxon?” “You don’t even care, do you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “You’re the reason she left. You’re the reason everything is falling apart!” I stood, setting the glass down with a loud thunk. “Don’t pin this all on me. We all had a hand in hurting her, or did you forget your little stunt with Stephanie?” His fist came flying before I could react, connectin

Amara’s POV The next day dawned too quickly, my thoughts still tangled with everything that had happened between Elian and me. His kiss lingered in my mind, a mixture of warmth and confusion. I couldn’t deny the feelings stirring within me, but a part of me wondered if I was truly ready to let someone else in after everything I’d been through. The school was already buzzing when I arrived. Students hurried to their lockers, chatting and laughing. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, the air seemed to shift. Whispers followed me, hushed voices carrying my name. "Did you hear? Amara was with Elian in the woods yesterday." "She’s moving on so quickly? After the triplets?" "Good for her. They didn’t deserve her anyway." I clenched my fists, my wolf growling in frustration. Ignore them, Amara. Their opinions don’t matter, I told myself. But the whispers grew louder, and my resolve started to crack. Just as I was about to snap, Elian appeared beside me, his calm presence like a

Amara’s POV The rain outside hadn’t let up, the heavy droplets tapping against the roof of the car as if mirroring the chaos within me. My breathing was uneven, my heart racing as I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of Caden’s arms. He didn’t move, his grip firm yet comforting, as though he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. "Amara," he whispered my name like it was sacred, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between us. I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. The pain in them was unmistakable—raw, unfiltered, and completely vulnerable. It wasn’t just jealousy or anger. It was deeper than that. His golden eyes searched mine, and I saw the unspoken words there, the silent plea. My chest ached, my wolf stirring uneasily as she tried to make sense of the storm of emotions within me. "I don’t know how t

Amara’s POVThe next morning, I dragged myself to school, dreading another encounter with the triplets. The air outside was crisp, but the chill I felt came from within. Memories of their betrayal and the spell that now enslaved them haunted me, leaving my heart heavy. As I walked through the school hallways, I felt the weight of their presence before I even saw them. Ryder, Jaxon, and Caden stood near the lockers, their once-bright eyes now dull and distant. They looked like shadows of themselves—cold, unfeeling, and utterly detached. I hesitated, my heart twisting painfully at the sight of them. Part of me wanted to turn and run, to escape the ache of seeing them like this. But another part of me—a foolish, hopeful part—wanted to march right up to them and demand they snap out of it. Before I could decide, Ryder’s gaze locked on me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those stormy, magnetic eyes—seemed to pierce through me. "Amara," he said flatly, his tone devoid of the