All Chapters of Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ryan POV. The dawn broke cool and clear, a stark contrast to the tumultuous night. Darren lay sprawled beside me on the makeshift bed of furs and blankets in my secluded cabin. He was still asleep, his breathing soft and even, his face slack with exhaustion. Bruises, faint but visible, flowered on his shoulders where my nails had dug in, and on his neck, the mark of my claiming bite still a stark red. I shifted, the movement stirring his wolf, and his eyes fluttered open. They were blue again, no hint of gold, but shadowed with lingering sleep and a profound, almost bewildered, awareness. For a long moment, he just looked at me, his gaze tracing my face, then dropping to my chest, where his own marks likely lay. "Morning, Moon Chosen," I rumbled, my voice rough with sleep, and something else – a tenderness I rarely allowed myself. He gave a small, hesitant nod, then cleared his throat. "Morning." His voice was raspy. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unspoken t

Ryan’s grip on my neck tightened, pulling my face closer, his eyes blazing with a jealousy that felt like a hot, consuming flame. "You liked him," he growled, the accusation a low snarl. "You liked his attention. You liked him flirting with you." My face burned, a mix of genuine embarrassment and a thrilling, utterly forbidden delight. He saw it. He saw how I was reveling in being desired, being fought over. He saw the very truth of my soul. And he was furious about it. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, ecstatic drumbeat. "You get it, don't you?" he demanded, his gaze scorching mine. "You get what you are to me. What you belong to. You don't look at other men like that, Darren. Not when you're with me." His words, a raw, unyielding claim, sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with fear. It was pure, unadulterated sensation. His possessiveness, the sheer force of his Alpha demand, was intoxicating. My inner girl was screaming, a high-pitched, delirio

The golden crystals, still dancing around me, faded into shimmering motes of light as we left the game stall.Ryan, his eyes still a striking silver, led me deeper into the town square, which was now transforming with the setting sun. Bonfires blazed, sending sparks dancing into the twilight. Laughter and music filled the air.It seemed they were having some kind of nightly celebration. And everyone, I noticed, was wearing a mask.Ryan turned to me, pulling a plain, dark wooden mask from the folds of his tunic. It was simple, unadorned, but it felt strangely weighty in my hands."Here," he said, handing it to me. "Everybody wears one tonight. For the festival."I nodded, pulling the smooth wood over my face. The mask was cool against my skin, and the eyeholes perfectly aligned, giving me a clear view of the vibrant scene before us. Anonymity. A fresh start for the evening.Ryan then pulled out a more intricate, silver-painted mask for himself, settling it over his face. The silver eye

The bonfire’s warmth was a gentle ghost on my face as Ryan’s lips claimed mine. It was a kiss that burned away the day's humiliation, the lingering ache for Cayden, and every single doubt about this wild, unpredictable life. For a moment, with his strong arms around me, the world narrowed to just us, bathed in the dancing firelight. My "inner girl" wasn't just screaming; she was soaring, utterly consumed by the fierce, possessive tenderness of his embrace.When he finally pulled away, breathless and beautiful, his eyes were heavy-lidded with desire. "Stay here," he’d murmured, his voice rough, "I’ll get us something to drink." I just nodded, dazed, watching him walk toward the cider stall.Then, a sudden, sharp ache flared in my chest. It wasn't the blissful thrum of our kiss; it was a deep, searing pressure, stealing my breath. A small, ragged cough escaped me, thin and involuntary. I tried to hide it, turning my head, but it was too late. The feeling passed as quickly as it came, le

The call to Cayden was a bitter pill, a desperate plea for aid from a rival Alpha, but the image of Darren’s terrified eyes eclipsed all pride. Cayden's response was clipped, laced with a familiar, barely concealed resentment for my claims on Darren, but beneath it, I sensed the sharp bite of genuine concern. He agreed to meet, specifying a rendezvous point hours away, a neutral ground between our territories. A similar, equally terse conversation with Levy followed, the elder Alpha's voice grave as I explained the unnatural circumstances of Darren's disappearance. He promised to converge with Cayden, bringing his own specialized trackers.The wait was agonizing. My pack continued to scour the immediate perimeter of the old woods, their exhaustion palpable, but their loyalty unwavering. My wolf thrummed with a low, constant growl, a mixture of fury and impotent fear. Each passing minute felt like an hour, each hour an eternity.When Cayden and Levy finally arrived, the moon began its