All Chapters of HE WANTED AN OPEN MARRIAGE, SO I CHOSE HIS THREE ALPHA BEST : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ZIRAHI pushed the door open slowly, my fingers trembling around the handle. For a second, I thought maybe I was dreaming. Maybe the grief and exhaustion had finally broken my mind and I was seeing things that weren't real.But no.The moment the door swung wide enough, reality hit me like a truck going full speed.Declan was inside. Inside Mira. On his desk.Her blouse was pushed up past her shoulders, her skirt bunched around her waist. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her into him with a force that made the desk shake. His mouth was on her neck, biting, sucking, groaning like a man who had zero shame.Her moans bounced off the office walls. Loud. Breathy. She wasn't even trying to be quiet. She wasn't worried about being caught.And why would she be?Nobody walks into the Alpha's office without knocking.Nobody except his wife.Mira saw me first. Her head snapped toward me so fast her hair whipped across her face. Her eyes went wide, lips still parted around a moan that died the

ZIRAHKylan Sinclair.The name hit me like cold water splashed across my face. I knew that name. Declan had mentioned it dozens of times over the years. His oldest friend. His closest ally. The one man he respected enough to actually speak about with admiration instead of jealousy.But I had never met him. Not once in three years of marriage.Declan always kept them separate from me. His world and mine never overlapped when it came to his pack connections. He said it was for my protection. That his friends were dangerous and I was better off not knowing them.Now I understood why.Because dangerous was an understatement.I turned back around slowly, gripping the edge of the bar to steady myself. The tequila was swimming hard in my blood now, making the room tilt slightly. But my mind was sharp enough to know that three Alphas staring at a lone human woman in a shifter clubhouse was not a casual thing."Why are they looking at me?" I asked the bartender.He shook his head quickly. "I d

ZIRAHThe ride to Blackridge was silent except for the roar of engines cutting through the night air.I sat on the back of Kylan's motorcycle, my arms wrapped around his waist because there was nowhere else to put them. His body was solid. Warm. Every muscle in his back shifted beneath the leather jacket as he maneuvered through the streets with practiced ease.I had never been on a motorcycle before. Declan always said they were dangerous and beneath his status. He preferred luxury sedans with tinted windows and drivers who knew when to stay silent.But this? This felt like freedom.The wind whipped my hair loose from its bun. The city lights blurred into streaks of color. And for the first time in twelve hours, I wasn't thinking about Naia's tiny casket being lowered into the ground or Mira's moans echoing off Declan's office walls.I was just holding on.Lucien rode to our left on his dark red bike, amber eyes glowing faintly every time he glanced over to check on me. Rafe flanked

RAFE I watched Zirah's face as Kylan showed her the security footage. The timestamp glowed in the corner. 11:47 PM. The night her daughter died. Declan walking into Mira's apartment building. Laughing. No urgency. No grief. Just a man visiting his mistress while his wife sat in a hospital watching their baby's heart fail. Zirah's hands clenched into fists on her lap. Her breathing stayed controlled but I could smell the rage rolling off her in waves. Sweet vanilla twisted with something sharp and bitter. Good. Anger was useful. Anger kept you moving when grief tried to drag you under. I knew that better than anyone. "Turn it off," she said quietly. Kylan paused the footage. Lucien shifted closer to her on the couch, close enough to catch her if she broke. She didn't. This woman didn't break easy. That's why she was ou

ZIRAH The room they gave me was on the second floor, tucked at the end of a quiet hallway. Kylan opened the door and stepped aside, letting me enter first. I stopped just inside the threshold, taking it in. Beautiful. That was the only word for it. A king sized bed dominated the space, covered in soft charcoal linens that looked expensive and inviting. Floor to ceiling windows showed the forest beyond, moonlight filtering through the trees. A fireplace sat dormant against one wall. There was even a small sitting area with a plush armchair and reading lamp. Nothing like the sterile white bedroom Declan insisted on because it looked good in magazine spreads. "Bathroom's through there," Kylan said, pointing to a door on the left. "Closet's stocked with basics. Should be something that fits you." I turned to face him. "You ke