All Chapters of Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The screen of my phone went dark, my fingers still trembling from excitement .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 pounding from the last scene all three Alpha standing right in front of him, each proposing their hand in marriage. He had to choose one 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. it would have been perfection if he had ended up with all three smoking hot Alphas. But No. He choose just one. 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

“What do you mean, love?” Levi stepped forward, gently grabbing my hand. His voice was soft, tender—but his grip was trembling. “Look into my eyes and tell me that,” he said, searching my face, hoping to find the Darren he once knew. I couldn’t. I turned my gaze away. Because if I looked into his eyes-those beautiful, soft eyes.I would crash. I would break. And I couldn’t afford to. I steadied myself, took a breath, and pushed his hand away. I needed to play this perfectly, or they’d see through me. They’d realize I wasn’t their Darren. They’d know something had changed. “I… I need to ask something important,” I said, trying to sound fragile but firm. “How do I know all three of you are not here because of what I am? Because of what my blood can do for your packs?” I touched my chest—Darren’s chest—and felt it beat wildly. “How do I know you're not just here for power?” My voice cracked, just enough to sell it. “I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it. Not like this.” Ryan’s eyes nar

[Author's note...matured content in here] Cayden hovered above me, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, his dark red eyes locking onto mine with a predatory hunger that sent a jolt straight to my core. Damn he is hot! His body was half naked, his muscular chest gleaming in the dim light, and the air between us thickened with the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the room. I could feel the heat from his body radiating against mine, and it only made my pulse quicken. My wolf growled wanting him to devour us right here. "Do you want me?" Cayden’s voice was low, dark, and heavy with desire. His words barely made it to my ears before his lips were on mine. His kiss was ferocious-hungry, desperate—like he couldn’t wait any longer. His lips crashed into mine with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs, and I found myself responding instantly, my hands reaching up to pull him closer, pressing my body into his. There was no hesitation between us, no holding

Waking up was disorienting. A dull throb echoed behind my eyes, a stark reminder of the previous night's intense encounter. It had taken a far greater toll than I’d anticipated, leaving me feeling drained and strangely vulnerable. As my eyelids fluttered open, my blurry vision was met with an unexpected sight: a semicircle of maids, their figures tall and imposing as they stood silently around the bed. Cayden was gone. What were all these people doing here? Pushing myself up, I managed to sit against the plush headboard. Immediately, the maids bowed respectfully in unison. One of them stepped forward, gesturing to a collection of exquisitely crafted male cloaks laid out on a nearby table. "Lord Cayden has selected these for you, my lord. He wished for you to choose one for alteration." Even in my groggy state, the beauty of the cloaks was apparent. Though undeniably masculine in their cut and length, each was adorned with intricate and unique designs. My eyes carefully scanned

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire. He launched himself into the ocean with a dramatic splash, sending water flying in all directions like he was the lead in some cheesy beach romance film. A few droplets hit my face, and I blinked them away, trying to keep my cool. No one was going to think I was impressed, but deep down? Yeah, he was working me like a pro. “Come on in, love,” he called, grinning like the perfect golden retriever. “Take off your cloak, shed your clothes, and join me.” Now, let’s be clear: I was not above appreciating a good, confident invitation. And he was certainly confident. I looked around the secluded cove yeah, privacy, yada yada, all