I want it all.

I want it all. All of you. Take me. All of you. Take me. Make me forget everything. Make me forget everything. Fuck. Three days ago. Baby, Mommy's here. Don't be scared. Hold on a little longer, okay? Hold on a little longer, okay? Daddy's coming. We'll go home together. We'll go home together. Baby, Mommy's here. Don't be scared. Hold on a little longer, okay? Hold on a little longer, okay? Daddy's coming. We'll go home together. We'll go home together. I'm sorry, Ms. Grayson, your son... didn't make it. My name is Riley Grayson. This is Crescent Hollow. A wasteland city where humans and shifters coexist. Three years ago, I married a high-ranking wolf Alpha. Ethan Vaelkor. Eight months ago, our child was born. But my baby boy had been sickly since birth. Ethan... I need you. I'm busy. Ethan? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I... I thought you and he... Wendy Vaelkor Ethan's stepsister You think I care about your dead kid, Riley? What do you mean? That's all you've been for months, a walking tragedy. Tired of your crying. Tired of the medical bunkers. Tired of pretending I give a damn. Sympathy? You wanted me to fall apart with you because of a child you managed to have but couldn't even take care of? Sorry. I've got better things to do. You're disgusting. I know you always hated how I didn't act like your fantasy perfect husband. Well, guess what? I'm done pretending. I held everything. Our child. Our compound. Our home. While I what? Did nothing? Yeah. And yet you stayed. Honestly... You were always the pathetic one, Riley. Everyone felt sorry for me because of it. Ethan... Stop. Maybe the kid just wasn't meant to survive with you. Are you crazy? No, Ethan. This time, I'm done being crazy. Riley, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... Wendy. You were my best friend. You were supposed to stand by me. But you've shown me you are nothing. Are you done? You know this contract matters to both of us. If you burn this bridge, you burn it for yourself too. Crescent Hollow had one wasteland marriage law. Once an Alpha invoked an open marriage, his spouse gained the same right. Ethan had opened that door himself. You've always wanted an open marriage, right, Ethan? You can have it now. You're going to see exactly what you pushed me into. You don't get to hurt me anymore, Ethan. Caden Dravenmoor Strategist of the CCG Brothers Gunnar Dravenmoor Enforcer of the CCG Brothers Hey! Why did you tell that man I can't have more drinks? Do you own this place or what? We do. Well, just because you own the place doesn't mean you can control how many shots someone has. Riley Grayson We can, Riley. We decide who drinks and who doesn't, Riley. How... how do you know my name? Have we met before? You're not supposed to be here. Does Ethan know his human wife is wasted in a tavern? How do you know Ethan? We know a lot of things, pretty. And we also know about your... open marriage. Who the hell are you people? Since you want an open marriage, we thought we'd make you an offer, Riley. What? You want to get back at your husband, don't you? To prove you're not the boring woman he made you out to be. Good. Then let us join your open marriage. You said "us"? What the fuck? As you can see, there are three of us. And we can give you everything you've been craving for the past three years with Ethan. But there's one thing you should know. We like to do it... together. One woman. Three men. At the same time. My heart pounds, fear and rage and something dangerously thrilling surging through me all at once. What do you say to our offer, Riley? No... I don't want this. My marriage being open doesn't mean I can fuck just anyone. Just anyone? If I decided to start right now, I'd punish that mouth of yours first. I'd make you kneel on this dirty floor and choke on me until you forgot how to say no. Get away from me. You want this. I can already feel it. Look at her eyes, Cane. Little human's already wet, and we've barely touched her. We share everything, Riley. Especially women who walk in here wrecked with heartbreak, asking to be ruined. Say it. Tell us you accept the offer and want this. My dead son's face. My husband's betrayal. I see all of it in that instant. Use me. Ruin me. Make me forget. Not here, Cane. Private room. Now. Where are you going, sexy? Don't call me that. Why not? We can call you whatever we want now. After all, we're your partners. Partners? What the hell are you talking about? You signed this contract last night for your open marriage. It makes us your partners. Automatically. That means we're all your husbands now. How did I get here? What happened last night? Jesus Christ, what have I done? One moment I was mourning my dead child, finding my husband fucking his stepsister without remorse. The next, I was in a biker tavern, taken by three friends of my husband. This is absolutely absurd.