All Chapters of Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

I started in the expensive limo that came to pick me up. The car looked insanely luxurious, and the driver? He was dressed like he was about to chauffeur royalty—wearing a flawless tuxedo that screamed class. It was a long, sleek black limo, the kind that made even me pause mid-cry to stare in awe.I glanced over at her—yeah, she noticed too. I could see the mix of confusion and a hint of jealousy in her teary eyes before she went right back to crying.Eric turned toward her then, stepped closer, and pulled her gently into his arms. She sobbed against his chest, and he just held her. Yeah… they're gonna be okay. They just need time—and each other.As the car pulled away and we drove off toward the house, I couldn't help but watch them through the tinted window, knowing they'd figure it out.After hours....like literal hours...of driving, I was starting to think we were heading to the ends of the earth. Who the hell is this man? Galactus himself? Dude drove all this way just to pick me

Tyler's POVI'm not gonna lie…This? This is the life.The moment I walked into this ridiculously expensive mansion, it felt like I'd stumbled into a music video or one of those fantasy-rich-dude TikToks. The air literally smells like money and lavender essential oils. And the floor? So shiny I keep flinching because I think I'm gonna slip and break something—and God forbid I damage any of this polished royalty.Azazel didn't even give me time to unpack my trauma. She just said, "You'll be staying in the east wing," and snapped her fingers. Literally snapped. And then this man six-foot-something, dressed in a black suit that's probably tailored in Milan—walked up to me and bowed like I was some kind of prince."I'm Collins, your personal butler, sir."I had to blink three times before I answered. "Oh. Okay. That's… cool."But what he really meant was: I'm about to pamper you within an inch of your life.And pamper me, he did.First thing he did? Gave me a grand tour. Not just the room

Tyler's POVThe training room smelled like sweat, ego, and regret. I should've taken that as a sign to run.Instead, I stood there in boxing gloves two sizes too big, surrounded by gym equipment I had no idea how to use, staring into the eyes of a woman who looked like she could fold me like a beach chair without breaking a sweat.Azazel.She stood across from me in the ring, her arms crossed, expression blank with just the tiniest hint of a smirk. Behind her, two men were still going at each other like they had lifelong grudges to settle. And they looked good doing it—like warriors. Me? I was just praying I didn't throw up."Alright, let's test out your boxing skills," she said, cracking her neck like a damn Marvel villain.I laughed nervously. "Boxing? Yeah, sure, totally. I've watched, like, two Rocky movies."She didn't even blink. Instead, she tossed a pair of gloves at my face. I caught them with all the grace of a dying seal.As I tried to awkwardly shove my hands in, I piped u

Tyler's POVAlright. So maybe I didn't have a solid plan, or any real muscle, or the willpower to climb stairs without weeping internally. But what I did have was curiosity, caffeine withdrawals, and just enough petty energy to risk getting caught.It started with a single decision: today, I would explore.I slipped out of my room like a discount ninja, creeping through the hallways in socks that slid too much on marble flooring. I had no idea where I was going, but the mansion was big. Bigger than my ability to stay out of trouble.I passed by a hallway filled with glass statues that probably cost more than my future children's tuition. One wrong step, and I'd owe this family a kidney and my entire bloodline. So I tiptoed like I was defusing a bomb.Dodged a guard. Hid behind a twelve-foot plant. Realized the plant was fake. Had an existential crisis. Moved on.The second floor was quiet, until I accidentally bumped into a marble vase with my hip. My hip, of all things. That thing to