All Chapters of SPREAD FOR THE ALPHA DADDIES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CELINE I stepped out of my room and the red dress stepped with me. It clung to every curve like it had been made specifically for my body — nipping at the waist, popping at the hips, falling just short enough to make the crystal heels do their work. My makeup was full glam for the first time in longer than I could remember and I stood in front of the mirror for one long moment just looking at myself. ‘I am beautiful,’ I thought. Not as a question, not even something I was trying to convince myself of. Just as a fact. I grabbed my purse and walked downstairs, heels clicking against the marble with quiet confidence. The only thing making my chest flutter slightly was the thought of their reactions. Rythan would say something completely shameless, that was guaranteed. And Zithan's soft silver gaze— My cheeks were already warm before I even reached the door. I pulled it open and stepped outside. They were leaning against their executive car in matching dark green suits, inner wh

KYTHAN BLACKTHORNE — (Wolf: Vexan) I sat sipping my wine while trying to keep up with the boring party. I hated parties. I hated crowded halls and the noise and the performance of it — I was not where I wanted to be. Cassandra had expected a reaction when she dismissed Mandy — the woman I had brought purely to make a point that had apparently needed making. She had waited for me to defend her, to show some flicker of emotion about what Cassandra had said. Mandy had known better. We had an arrangement, nothing more, and she had understood its terms when she agreed to them. I felt nothing about her leaving. I felt nothing about most things. That was the point. Then I saw her sitting beside Zithan, and the entire room shifted slightly. Every head turned. Every conversation faltered. "Look at her," Vexan said, his voice doing something I refused to examine. "I see her," I said flatly, inwardly rolling my eyes. "Those curves in that dress are—" "Vexan." I snapped at him. "Manwho

CELINE He pulled back and looked at me really, those green eyes searching my face with an intensity that made my breath catch. Whatever he found there satisfied him because he nodded once slowly and his hands slid to my thighs. "He touched what's mine," he said quietly. Not to me. To himself. Like he was reminding himself of a debt that required settling. Then his mouth found my neck and everything else dissolved. He was rough in the way that only Rythan could be rough, not careless, never careless, but consuming. Like he was trying to replace every place Lan had hurt with something that felt completely different. His hands gripped my hips with a force that would leave marks and I didn't care even slightly. His mouth moved from my neck to my collarbone to my shoulder — finding every bruise with devastating precision, pressing his lips to each one with a fierce tenderness that contradicted everything else about the moment. "Mine," he muttered against my skin. "Every single

CELINE I almost stood up from where I sat, ready to run as far as my legs would carry me — somewhere he wouldn't see me, talk more of calling his cousin over. It was as if Karma had also decided to join forces against me today. What the hell was he doing here? My head was in a jumbled mess. But the guy in question was staring back at me, his brows furrowed in confusion at my intense stare. There was no recognition in his eyes, not even a flicker — and he quickly lowered his gaze, avoiding further eye contact. I gulped and looked away too, working hard at maintaining my composure and regulating my breathing. One by one they all stepped forward with their CVs and sat in front of us. They presented them to Rythan, who reviewed each one carefully, asking a few targeted questions that they answered with varying levels of confidence. The atmosphere in the room was surprisingly relaxed — and that was entirely Rythan's doing. Their only fear was not being qualified enough, not his pre

CELINE Rythan's words struck her harder than she expected. I could tell she never saw them coming. Maybe he had never spoken to her like that before. But there was always a first time for everything. She gulped, as if gathering up the right words. "Rythan, why are you saying that?" She stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch my man — but he moved away instead and walked to take a seat. She followed him and stood beside him. "You all have to believe me. Lan was just trying to have a conver—" "Having a fucking conversation with a knife?" Zithan slammed his fist on the table and we all flinched. I stood there quietly and something clicked inside me. They were angry because of what Lan did. Zithan had been pushed to this edge — because of me? "Cassandra," Zithan's voice dropped dangerously low as he raised his cold gaze to look at her, fury evident in every line of his body. He finally stood. "Do you know the trauma he plunged her into? Do you even care?" "Zithan I—" "Every