All Chapters of Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Of course, he ran after me, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. His voice, usually so commanding, was now laced with a desperate plea. And yes, I confess, there was a part of me that reveled in the power dynamic, in making the mighty alpha beg. But the image of that unlit kettle, the potential for exposure, was far more terrifying than any fleeting satisfaction.He finally caught up to me, his hand gripping my arm, a little too tightly. "Ouch," I started to protest, but the words died in my throat as he crashed his mouth against mine. My wolf, that unfamiliar, instinctive part of me, practically howled with excitement. Despite my resolve to maintain the act, to keep a careful distance, I found myself responding, my lips softening beneath his fierce and demanding kiss. His sweetness was addictive, his touch a dangerous allure that threatened to shatter my carefully constructed walls. Soon, I was breathless, our faces flushed and heated.He finally broke the kiss, his forehead r

After thinking and thinking and thinking… I must’ve passed out, because the next thing I knew, the maids were waking me up again. They’d prepared my bath and laid out my clothes. But this time, I wasn’t feeling any of it.I wanted the day to move slower, to drag its feet like I was. So, I started rejecting every outfit they brought forward. One after another. I ordered them to bring all the best cloaks. And still I kept rejecting them. One by one.Maybe if I skipped today entirely, I’d have more time. More time to think. Or maybe… sneak out of the palace. Find the healer. Beg her. And explain to her so she can do something about this mess.And if I could find a way to exhaust Cayden in one week? I could move on to the next suitor. At least that way, I’d be free of this Kettle disaster. That thought alone felt bold. Brave, even.So I kept saying no. No to every cloak. Every accessory. Every attempt until he brought one.“My love,” Cayden said softly, holding up a rich, dark cloak with

As soon as I entered the chambers, Cayden gently guided me back to the bed. He helped me remove my clothes, his touch careful yet filled with concern.“I’m still worried about the chunk of your hair that got cut,” he said, his voice laced with worry.I met his gaze, smirking slightly, and forced a smile. "No, I’m not worried about it. It’s fine. Can I just have a moment alone, please?"Cayden hesitated for a moment, studying me. “I hope you’re not regretting anything,” he said, his voice soft but filled with concern.I cut him off, my tone firm. “I’m not regretting anything, Cayden. I just need some time to myself. Please.”He gave me a look of understanding before nodding. “If you need anything, just tell any of the maids. I’ll be at the meeting with the others.”I nodded in response, watching him leave the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him.What just happened? My mind was still reeling. In a world where I could wake up in my favorite book’s protagonist's body, it made s

And the perfect opportunity presented itself like a gift on the table. While Cayden was discussing something with that annoying-as-hell Beta and a few other important figures from Blue Moon Spark, the knight, who I figured his name is Philip, walked in. He greeted everyone, then casually strolled over to Cayden’s side and whispered something in his ear. Cayden whispered back, but when he lifted his gaze and met mine across the room, his whole body shook. According to Cayden’s reaction? Nothing. He brushed it off like it was nothing and told him to wait until breakfast was done.I kept eating, stealing glances at Philip, slowly putting food into my mouth, picturing him instead. I swear, I still wanted Cayden but somehow, I wanted this knight even more. I needed to get Cayden out of my head. I didn’t ask for any other men to deal with. So what was I even doing with this one? What did I want? I wasn’t sure. But I had made myself a promise: I would have him. It was my last four days. I n

And then I was tossed back into Caden's arms. He grabbed me by the waist and leaned in to whisper,"What did you two talk about?""Nah, it's just an old friend," I said. Caden narrowed his eyes. "I’ve never seen the two of you talk.""Enough with the questions," I said, brushing him off. "Didn’t you say tonight would be about me and you?"He grinned a little. "I did.""Good. First, we need to get out of here."Without hesitation, he pulled me out, leading me through the woods. We moved deeper and deeper until we reached a secluded spot where the trees glowed under a soft, magical light. Right at the center, there was a picnic map laid out carefully, surrounded by plates of food arranged beautifully."This is where we're staying tonight," he said, his voice almost reverent.It was breathtaking—the lights, the trees, the peaceful stream running just beyond the clearing. It all felt surreal like a dream spun into life.I rushed forward and plopped down onto the blanket. Then, stretching