Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself

The screen of my phone went dark, but the residual heat of that scene still simmered beneath my skin. "The intensity of those three Alphas vying for him never failed to ignite a visceral thrill."

“Ah,” I breathed out, rolling on my bed like a high school girl, a soft sound of pure, unadulterated satisfaction escaping as the scene replayed behind my eyelids. Scorching. Consuming. My heart still echoed with the frantic rhythm of the story’s climax, the agonizing choice he had to make. Just one choice, one moment, would change everything.

A sigh escaped me as I turned onto my side, the image lingering.

“It’s… art.”

However, a selfish part of me still yearned for the delicious chaos of a different outcome. But no, the narrative had chosen its path, guided by the inevitable pull of singular love. A concept that, in my current state of heightened arousal, felt… less than ideal.

Screw love’s complications. Lust—now that was a language I spoke frequently.

The digital clock on my phone flashed at 9:30 PM.

A jolt of anxiety, sharp and cold, pierced through the lingering warmth. Today. It was finally here. The release of the limited edition covers. My breath hitched in anticipation.

This wasn’t just a book; it was a treasure. A limited edition picture book filled with unseen glimpses, and a character spread that promised to be a visual feast. It was practically a sacred text, and the need to possess it was a visceral ache.

Hoodie pulled on, the familiar comfort doing little to soothe the rising excitement. Purse clutched tightly, I rushed out the door. The cool night air offered a brief moment of clarity.

Dedication required its price. The thought echoed in my mind as I hurried down the street.

The store had opened half an hour ago. Every precious minute felt like a missed opportunity. The image of other fans already clutching their copies fueled a frantic energy.

Just imagine... the three Alphas surrounding him, their tension almost tangible. Each moment, a universe of unspoken desires, their eyes promising more than words could ever say.

Lost in this vivid imagining, I registered the low rumble of an approaching vehicle from the side street. My pace didn’t falter, my focus unwavering. The growl grew louder and closer. A dark shape loomed into view.

Then, a sudden, piercing blare of a horn. A blinding flash of light.

BANG!

Darkness hit—brutal, silent. There was no pain, just a shocking cessation of sensation. Then, slowly, a faint pinprick of white light began to emerge from the void, a hesitant dawn in the absolute blackness.

A profound stillness was the first thing I registered. A sterile coolness against my skin. My eyelids felt heavy, reluctant to open. Where was I? The last fragmented memory was the overwhelming glare of headlights, the deafening horn. Then… nothing.

Slowly, painstakingly, I blinked. Blurry white light hit my eyes, revealing an ancient ceiling etched with strange patterns. I attempted to move, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. A dull ache throbbed through my body. Beneath the blanket, there was an unfamiliar pressure, a subtle difference in my physical form.

A quiet unease began to stir within me. Cautiously, I drew back the sheet. Silence hung in the air. Then, a soft gasp escaped my lips. My hand, moving almost independently, went to my lap. The subtle difference was now undeniable, a stark and bewildering reality.

A dick.

A wave of disorientation washed over me. This couldn’t be real. The truck… the impact… it didn’t make sense. My mind struggled to grasp the impossible. My body felt alien, unfamiliar. With a growing sense of panic, I tried to sit up, the movement awkward and strange. My hand went down again, a desperate, disbelieving confirmation. Still there.

I have a dick.

The sheer absurdity of it warred with a rising tide of fear. I pushed myself up, the unfamiliar weight and balance unsettling. My gaze drifted to a tall, oddly shaped orange mirror in the corner. A knot of apprehension tightened in my chest as I slowly stood, my reflection a stranger staring back with wide, confused eyes.

A young man. Messy black hair framed a face I didn’t recognize. Sharp, almost glowing green eyes reflected my own bewilderment. The angles of his jaw were sharp, and his shoulders were broader than mine had ever been.

He blinked. I blinked. A profound sense of wrongness settled deep within me. This wasn’t my body.

With a trembling hand, I reached up, fingers tangling in short, dark hair. Not mine. I touched my face, the contours unfamiliar. This couldn’t be happening. Where was my body?

“What…” The voice that escaped my lips was deeper, resonant, utterly alien. “…What is this?” The question was barely a whisper, filled with a growing dread.

Just then, the door opened, and a woman entered. Her attire was… unusual, a strange mix of sharp lines and synthetic fabrics.

“What are you wearing?” The question was quiet, filled with a bewildered curiosity rather than outright shock.

She glanced down at herself, a flicker of surprise on her face, then back at me. “What do you mean?” She waved a hand dismissively. “The Alphas are here to see you.”

The word resonated, a sudden, chilling familiarity cutting through the confusion.

“Which Alpha?” The question was soft, almost a plea.

“Alpha Caden, Ryan, and Levy,” she replied calmly.

The names landed like a cold weight in my stomach. Caden. Ryan. Levy. A sudden, terrifying clarity began to dawn.

Slowly, I turned back to the mirror, my breath catching in my throat. Black hair. Green eyes. That unnervingly familiar description. It couldn’t be…

But the sterile room, the odd mirror, the woman’s strange clothes… fragmented details were clicking into place, forming a horrifying, undeniable picture.

I’m in a book.

I’m in THE book.

A cold dread washed over me, heavy and suffocating. Caden. Ryan. Levy. The Alphas. His Alphas.

My hands gripped the cool edges of the mirror, my knuckles white. I stared at the stranger who was somehow intimately known. No. This couldn’t be real.

But deep down, a chilling certainty was solidifying. I knew this face. I knew these names.

Because I had read this story twenty times. I knew every detail. Every plot and character.

And now…

I am him. And the Alphas… they’re waiting. And I know what’s coming.