All Chapters of Greedy Me Wants All Alphas to Myself : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My eyelids fluttered, heavy, resisting. The last thing I remembered was that unsettling smile, the cold touch, and the creeping paralysis. Now, a profound silence enveloped me, a stillness so absolute it was deafening. My arm throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a stark reminder of what had transpired.I opened my eyes fully. The darkness was gone, replaced by a soft, diffused light, emanating from unseen sources. I was lying on something impossibly soft, a bed, by the feel of it. Silken sheets, cool against my bare skin. My clothes were gone. Great. Just great. Kidnapped, drained, and now naked in a strange bed.A wave of dizziness washed over me as I tried to sit up. My body felt heavy, sluggish, still reeling from the magical sedative. My wolf was a dull ache within me, a distant, whimpering presence. It was still there, but muted, like a trapped echo.Then I saw him.He was sitting in a high-backed chair across the room, bathed in the gentle light. The man with the white hair an

The room exploded. A deafening CRACK! of wood and splintering stone as Ryan, a living embodiment of Alpha fury, burst through the doorway. His eyes were pure molten gold, and his fangs glinted menacingly. He looked at Aeron, then at me—naked, trembling, sprawled on the silken bed, the horrifying intimacy of Aeron’s actions still a raw, burning brand on my skin.Ryan’s roar was primal, guttural, a sound that shook the very foundations of the room."You touch him again, and I will tear you limb from limb!"Aeron, infuriatingly calm, simply smiled, a serene, chilling expression."And here I thought we were simply getting acquainted. He's quite… receptive, wouldn't you agree?"The insult, delivered with such casual cruelty, ignited Ryan's rage to an impossible degree. He lunged, a blur of motion, a force of nature. Aeron didn't fight back in the way I expected. He simply… shimmered. The golden light around him intensified, pulsed, and then he was gone, dissolving into nothingness like smo

Ryan's "I love you" echoed in the silence of the cabin room, leaving me reeling. My inner girl was a dizzying mix of disbelief, elation, and a healthy dose of fear. Love? After all that? It was a lot. Too much, perhaps, for someone who had just spent her entire life trying to be invisible, only to be thrown into a world where she was suddenly the center of a terrifying, passionate, and often humiliating power struggle.I stayed in the room for a long time, trying to process it all. The rough fur blankets felt like a cocoon, a temporary shield against the overwhelming emotions. The memory of Aeron's cold, calculating touch warred with the burning intensity of Ryan's jealousy and the raw, unexpected vulnerability of his confession. My arm still throbbed, a phantom pain that reminded me of the true danger lurking just beyond Ryan’s protection.Finally, I pulled myself together. This was my last day here. Tomorrow, I'd be with Levy. Another Alpha. Another set of challenges. I needed to be

DarrenThe first day with Levy had been… surprisingly peaceful. Mentally taxing, yes, but free of the visceral fear and overwhelming dominance I'd grown accustomed to with Ryan. Levy's gentle guidance and patient explanations felt like a balm after the constant chaos. As dusk settled over Crescent Pack, painting the valley in soft purples and oranges, I returned to my room, feeling a quiet satisfaction.After a quick, refreshing bath, I pulled on a clean, comfortable tunic, the soft fabric a welcome comfort against my skin. My body still carried the faint ache from my recent ordeal and Ryan's training, but a new, subtle energy hummed beneath my skin, a quiet vibration that Levy's exercises had awakened.I was restless, however. The peacefulness of the pack, the calm of my room, felt almost too quiet after the relentless intensity of the past few days. My mind, no longer consumed by immediate threats, started to replay fragments of Aeron's cold touch, his golden eyes, and the terrifyi

I pulled back from Darren, the last tremors of our shared climax still rippling through my body. My breath hitched, a soft groan escaping my lips as I savored the lingering sweetness of him, the taste of our union. He was pliant in my arms, his head lolling to the side, completely spent. I held him close, cherishing the weight of him against me, the dampness of our skin a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that had just consumed us both."Darren," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You were incredible."But as the immediate haze of desire began to recede, a subtle shift occurred. The vibrant hum of his energy, which had soared to such magnificent heights just moments ago, was now fading, replaced by something… different. The unique signature of his power, the very essence of the Moon Chosen, still resonated within him, undeniable and potent. Yet, intertwined with it, was a quiet stillness, a profound lack of… mourning.It was an odd sensation