Semua Bab Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Bab 41 - Bab 50

As we began to walk away, Cayden’s voice cut through the silence.“I’m following you wherever you’re going, Darren.”Ryan stopped in his tracks.“Huh?” he muttered, turning halfway.Cayden took a slow step forward. “I can’t trust him in anyone’s hands,” he said, tone low, almost accusing. “Especially not when he’s nearly been attacked—or worse, hallowed.”Ryan’s grip on my hand tightened. Then, without a word, he dragged me behind him, stepping fully between me and Cayden.“Look,” Ryan began, voice barely restrained, “when you had your week with him, I didn’t say a damn thing. I didn’t complain. I didn’t go near Blue Moon, even though every part of me screamed to tear that place apart and take him back.”As he spoke, something stirred deep inside me. My stomach fluttered. The raw, unfiltered possessiveness in his voice—it hit like a drug.Ryan continued, stepping forward, inches from Cayden’s face now. “I didn’t spy on you. I didn’t pace around his scent like a rabid dog. I let it go.

Maybe it’s not that the powers are gone.Maybe they just need to be activated.That thought hit me like a splash of cold water.Because back in Blue Moon, I switched on the kettle.That wasn’t nothing. That wasn’t luck. That was power. And power doesn’t just vanish. It hides. It burrows deep until you’re ready to carry it.Maybe I just needed to sleep it through, or maybe… I needed someone—something—to ignite it again.I still didn’t fully know what that was. A technique? A spell? Ryan eventually left the room, after giving a thousand warnings to the guards outside, like I was a high-security prisoner with a history of sneaking out to party.Elena stayed behind, of course. She flopped dramatically onto the foot of my bed while I tried to get comfortable.That’s when I let the question slip.“Why am I not PowerFive anymore? Why don’t I feel like him?”She glanced at me, cocking a brow like I just asked her why air existed. “Maybe because you stopped practicing?”I blinked. “Practicing?

Before I could even savor the moment, Elena grabbed my arm and tugged me up. “Come on! Ryan’s probably back by now. We better get inside before he thinks we’ve lost our minds out here.”We practically sprinted back toward the house, the book clutched tightly in her hand like a lifeline. The cool breeze did nothing to calm the flutter in my chest. My head was still buzzing from the little spark of power. The moment my eyes locked on the mirror, my whole body jerked back like I’d just touched a live wire. That damn mirror the one I buried three months ago, hidden away from everything and everyone. What the hell was it doing here, staring at me like some creepy ghost?I spun to Elena, panic bubbling in my voice. “Elena, who the hell brought this here? What’s that mirror doing in my room?”She blinked at me like I’d lost my mind. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no mirror.”My heart started pounding so loud I thought she’d hear it in the next town. “Elena, right here! Ca

Ryan – Day 4I’ve seen wolves shift out of rage. Out of pain. Out of instinct. But whatever happened to Darren today… that wasn’t just a shift.That was a possession.I’d been tracking him since the moment I sensed that flare of power, the one that made the air in Riverdale pulse like it had a heartbeat. When I finally found him, collapsed and trembling, fur glistening with sweat in his half-formed wolf state, I didn’t hesitate. I shifted, held him down, and forced the beast to submit—but it wasn’t easy. Hell, it wasn’t normal.He didn’t growl like a wolf. He screamed like something ancient. And when our eyes locked… it wasn’t Darren staring back at me. It was something darker. Something that wanted to devour.I carried him back, ignoring every snapping muscle in my body. He fought me in his sleep, still snarling through half-shifts. By the time we reached the Riverdale border, he went quiet. Too quiet.Now, it’s Day 4, and I haven’t left his side.He hasn’t spoken a word since I drop

RYAN.. Darren collapsed, not on the dirt, but against me. His body was boneless, trembling from the sheer force of the control he’d exerted. His head lolled against my shoulder, sweat plastering strands of dark hair to his temples. He smelled of ozone and raw, untamed magic, a scent that ignited something primal deep within my own wolf."I… I didn’t shift," he rasped, his voice hoarse, disbelief warring with exhaustion."No, you didn't," I rumbled, my voice rough. My hands were already on him, one gripping his hip, the other sliding up his sweat-slicked back. My touch was meant to steady him, but it quickly became possessive, a claim. He was mine, in this moment, broken and triumphant under my hands.He lifted his head, his blue eyes, still wide and a little dazed, met mine. There was a raw, naked vulnerability in them, a desperate need that mirrored my own. He'd been to the edge, seen the abyss, and I'd pulled him back. The bond between us, already dangerously potent, snapped tighte