Amara's POV
The tension in the house was unbearable. I could feel it growing between the triplets, the air thick with unspoken words and raw emotions. Ryder’s words echoed in my mind: You belong to me. And now, it was as if the entire universe was testing that claim.
I tried to ignore the undeniable pull, to stay focused on keeping my distance, but everything changed when I walked into the living room that night.
Caden was there, pacing with his hands buried in his hair, his face contorted in frustration. Jaxon sat on the couch, his usual cocky expression gone, replaced by a darker mood. They were arguing—again—but this time, it was different. This time, it was about me.
“I told you to stay away from her!” Ryder’s voice was like ice as he stood in the doorway, watching the two brother
