All Chapters of Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage(An R-Harem): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Riley's POV I pushed the door open slowly, my hand trembling around the handle. For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Maybe I was hallucinating from exhaustion and heartbreak. But no. The moment the door widened enough for me to see inside, reality slammed into me with brutal clarity. Ethan—my husband—was inside. Inside Wendy. On his desk. Her body was arched over, her blouse pushed to her shoulders, skirt bunched around her hips. His hands were gripping her waist, pulling her back into him, driving into her like he had no shame, no hesitation, no fear of being caught. Like he had done this a hundred times before. Her moans were loud, echoing off the office walls, breathy and unrestrained. She wasn’t even pretending to be quiet. She wasn’t afraid of anyone hearing. She wasn’t afraid of anyone walking in. And why would she be? No one walks into the Alpha’s office without knocking. No one except me. They noticed me at once. Wendy’s head snapped tow

Riley's POV I stormed up to their table, my heart thumping fiercely—not just from the tequila, but because something about them unsettled me. Their eyes locked onto me, unblinking. I felt the heat of their gazes press against my skin, thick and heavy like the humid air. I was nervous, sure. But furious? Absolutely. Who were they to stop me from having another drink? “Hey!” I snapped, forcing my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. “Why did you tell that man I can’t have more drinks? Do you own this place or what?”The tallest one—the first—lifted his glass, swirling the dark red wine inside like it was some kind of poison. His dark grey eyes caught the dim club lights and flickered with a lazy, unsettling smirk. “We do,” he said, voice low and smooth. I blinked, momentarily frozen by the confidence in his tone. Still, I forced the words out. “Well, just because you own the place doesn’t mean you can control how many shots someone has.” He raised an eyebrow, amu

Riley's POV Before I could speak, I felt my back hit the door, then a wall. The hallway was dim, the air thick with heat and anticipation. Hands gripped me as their lips crashed into mine. I gasped into the kiss, my legs wrapping around one of them on instinct.Everything was a blur of motion and heat. Their bodies surrounded mine—pressing and pulling and claiming me roughly. I didn’t know who had me pinned, only that my body recognized their touch, and it set me on fire.Their fingers slid under my dress, brushing the inside of my thigh. I jolted, moaning softly as my hips rolled forward. The cold one lifted me, his hands firm under my thighs, carrying me across the room like I weighed nothing.He dropped himself onto a chair, dragging me down onto his lap, my dress riding up. The others were right there watching and waiting. One reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with ease, letting it fall to the floor as the cool air hit my skin but I didn’t feel shy. I felt proud and desi

Riley's POV I swallowed hard as their words. Was this some kind of nightmare? Where in the world does a woman marry three—or no, four—men as husbands? It sounded ridiculous, unbelievable. Yet, here they were, standing before me with that unnerving calm, as if what they said was the most natural thing in the world. Was I really hearing this right? How could they possibly have drawn up a contract that bound me to three more men? What kind of twisted game was this?I took a small, hesitant step backward, trying to create some distance. My heart was pounding loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the hotel lobby. I blinked hard, willing my mind to make sense of the absurdity. “I would love to leave now,” I said, my voice steady but laced with disbelief. “I have a company to run.”They exchanged glances and smiled at each other, the kind of smile that sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was a smile that spoke of secrets, power, and a dangerous confidence that

Riley's POV I clenched my fists at his words and smiled. “I’ve heard you, Ethan. And congratulations on your mate,” I said calmly. I didn’t wait for his reaction. I walked past both of them and went straight to the wardrobe. I pulled out a medium-sized suitcase and opened it on the bed. My movements were precise. I packed a few dresses, underwear, shoes—only what I needed for now. “What are you doing, Riley?” Ethan asked behind me. I didn’t turn around immediately. I zipped the suitcase halfway, then finally faced him. “Oh, I’m taking my belongings so you can have a very good time with Wendy, of course,” I said evenly. “Henceforth, I’ll be staying in the guest room. You can enjoy your new wife.” His gaze lifted, something like surprise flickering across his face, as if he’d assumed I was leaving the house entirely. As if he’d won. I didn’t give him that satisfaction. I dragged the suitcase past them and walked out of the bedroom. This was my house. The house I built with hi