Lahat ng Kabanata ng Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

“Darren, Darren, please calm down!” Elena’s voice trembled as she rushed to my side. Her small hands gripped my wrist, trembling, trying to soothe the rage that poured from every inch of my body. “Please, it won’t be a big deal. Trust me, we’ll—”I turned to her, sharply. My voice cut through her plea like a blade.“Please,” I said, and for once, it wasn’t begging. It was warning. My eyes locked with hers, and I felt the burn behind my lashes. “You keep telling me it won’t be big. That it doesn’t matter. But how can you say that? This—this is supposed to be him proving his love for me.”I stood still, chest heaving, heart bleeding behind my ribs. “I was confused before, Elena. When they all bombarded me with their pretty words and possessive gazes, I didn’t know who to pick. I didn’t know who deserved to be picked. But I chose. I’m trying to choose. And now? If he wants to make this difficult—if he wants to keep playing these little child games—I’ll make the decision for him.”My voic

I turned. Too late.He was already standing behind me, eyes flicking between Elena, the letter, and my face, no words, just tension so thick it could split open the night sky.Then, he snatched the letter right from Elena’s hands.“Ryan...” I started.But he didn’t even blink. His eyes moved over the paper fast, pupils shrinking, jaw tightening. The way his hand crumpled the edge of the letter made me think he wasn’t reading it. He was feeling it. Living inside every word like it was a goddamn war report about someone he swore to protect.He looked up slowly.“You weren’t going to tell me?”“What was there to tell? I just—just found out!” I snapped back, even though my chest was already caving. “I haven’t even wrapped my head around it yet.”He turned to Elena. “You knew about this?”“She was just..”“I’m not talking to you,” he cut in. His voice dropped into something feral. Elena backed up half a step.“Ryan,” I said, stepping between them. “It's not her fault. Cayden tried to prote

This was supposed to be my week. My one and only week with Ryan. But that thought wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. I couldn’t sleep not because the bed was cold, or because of the usual nightmares (which I should be having, since they probably realized I’m not there). No. This was different. It was that redheaded bitch. I kept imagining her twirling her fingers across his soft abs—the same abs I haven’t even touched or basking in his gorgeousness like she owned it. I clenched the sheet tight in my fist. They were both outside, thankfully, because I’d made it very clear I wasn’t comfortable having her around. But of course, that didn’t give Ryan any clue. Like I’ve said before—Ryan doesn’t give a damn about whether I pick him or not. I must’ve lost his respect the day I didn’t choose him. But I can’t lose Ryan. Not to her. I got up, dressed, and told myself I’d wait for morning. It was only day two. I still had time. The bed shifted beneath me as the first soft ray of sunlight

The forest air hit me hard, cold against my skin, but it didn’t matter. I dashed in, cutlass clutched tight, determined to prove I wasn’t just the pretty face with rare blood that everyone wanted to protect or claim. I was done being someone's prized possession. If Redhead Witch could go on a hunt to impress Ryan, then so could I—and better.Branches scratched my arms. Twigs snapped beneath my feet. I could hear her up ahead, light on her feet, moving with practiced ease. Of course she hunted before. Of course she knew how to blend into the trees and breathe like nature’s child. I hated how easy she made it look.But I didn't stop.Even as I stumbled over a root and landed hard on my side, the pain shooting through my ribs, I pushed up and kept going.Ten minutes in, I caught up.She had paused, crouched low, eyes locked on a small deer drinking from a stream. Her hair, that brilliant red, glinted like fire in the dappled sunlight. I saw her glance over her shoulder, then do a double

“Fuck off,” I muttered, not caring how stupid it sounded. I was pissed. They were in my way. And I wasn’t about to let them think they could just waltz in and kill us.The one in front tilted his head, amused, like he’d just heard a child growl. “Still got that mouth on you, I see.”Ryan didn’t wait for more words. He lunged.The spear in his hand moved with practiced grace, like it belonged there. I barely blinked before the first attacker met the ground, Ryan’s weapon buried deep in his chest. Blood sprayed, dark and thick, painting Ryan’s skin in crimson. But he didn’t flinch.Another one came from the side, swinging a curved blade toward Ryan’s neck. Ryan ducked, twisting with fluid speed. He grabbed the second attacker by the wrist, spun, and drove the man’s own blade into his stomach. The sound—wet and final—hit my ears before the man even screamed.“Run!” Ryan shouted over his shoulder, voice ragged, wild. “Now, Darren. GO!”“No—”“Don’t argue with me!”I didn’t move. My wolf w