Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage(An R-Harem)
Not the Alphas.
Not even me.
He climbs the steps to the podium, takes the space like it belongs to him, then finally turns around to face everyone.
“My sons are Alphas,” he announces, his voice loud, cold, absolute. “Alphas of Obsidian Veil.”
A murmur ripples through the crowd.
“They will not share one woman,” he continues. “And certainly not a human woman.”
My chest tightens painfully.
“And not only that,” Sebastian adds, his gaze snapping to me now, sharp and merciless, “that woman there—”