Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage

Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Riley’s POV

"I object to that union."

The voice is heavy. Powerful. It rolls through the hall like thunder, cutting straight through the murmurs and gasps, and every single sound dies instantly.

My heart drops.

Everyone turns at once.

I turn too, slowly, my breath catching in my throat, and I see him.

Sebastian.

He walks forward with long, deliberate steps, his presence alone forcing people to part for him. He doesn’t look at anyone. Not the crowd. 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—"

He lifts his hand and points straight at me.

"—is married."

The world tilts.

"She is married to Alpha Ethan Vaelkor," he says clearly, every word slicing into me. "The son of Calistus Vaelkor of Obsidian Veil."

My hands start shaking.

My fingers tremble so badly I have to clench them into fists just to stop them from showing.

"She bore him a child," Sebastian continues, his voice growing even louder, crueler, "a child who possibly died due to the mother’s carelessness."

I stop breathing.

My heart slams so hard it hurts.

No.

No.

That’s not true.

The hall explodes.

Gasps. Shouts. Whispers.

People turn to look at me, at each other, at the Alphas, at Sebastian.

"She had a child?"

"She’s married?"

"She’s human?"

"A dead child she can’t even handle and she wants the CCG Alphas?"

"What kind of woman is that?"

My ears ring as voices pile on top of each other.

"She’s unfit."

"She can’t be Luna."

"A human can’t even be Luna to one Alpha, let alone three."

"She’s greedy."

"She wants everything."

"She probably wants to taste different men."

"Disgusting."

"Cheap."

"I hate her already."

Every word feels like a slap.

Like a blade.

I close my eyes.

I’ve never been this humiliated in my entire life.

Never.

I feel naked, exposed, stripped down in front of everyone, my deepest pain dragged out and thrown into the open like it’s gossip, like it’s entertainment.

When I open my eyes again, I look straight at Sebastian.

He’s smiling.

A wild, satisfied smirk sits on his face, like he’s enjoying every second of this.

Then his voice thunders again.

"But," he says, lifting his hand, silencing the crowd instantly, "if my sons choose to defy me and go ahead with marrying her..."

The hall holds its breath.

"...then only two options remain."

A gasp sweeps through the crowd.

I turn my head slowly, desperately, toward Cane and Caden, who stand on either side of me.

They haven’t moved.

They haven’t spoken.

Their faces are blank. Cold. Still.

My heart pounds harder.

Sebastian continues, "The first option is that my sons will denounce their bloodlines as Alphas to enable them compatible enough to marry a human."

The reaction is immediate.

Gasps. Cries. Shock.

"That’s impossible!"

"They’d lose everything!"

"They’d fall!"

I feel sick.

I glance at Cane and Caden again, searching their faces for something, anything, but they don’t react. They don’t even blink.

Sebastian lifts his hand again.

"Or," he adds slowly, deliberately, "she performs the Rite of the Borrowed Moon for sixty days."

The hall erupts into crueler chaos now.

"What?!"

"No!"

"That’s death!"

"She wouldn’t survive!"

"That’s an execution!"

My knees nearly buckle.

Wait What?

What is that? What the hell is the Rite of the Borrowed Moon?

I don’t even need to ask. The fear in everyone’s voices tells me enough.

"That rite is deadly!"

"No human survives it!"

"That’s the same as killing her!"

Sebastian’s expression doesn’t change.

"If neither option is met," he declares coldly, "my sons, the Alphas of Obsidian Veil, will never mate with her."

And just like that, he turns and walks away.

The hall is chaos again.

Voices shouting. Arguments breaking out. People pointing at me like I’m a criminal on trial.

I stand there, frozen, my heart breaking, my mind spinning.

What is happening?

Why is this happening?

Then I feel it.

A presence behind me.

Strong. Familiar.

I don’t even need to turn to know who it is because I already know.

The scent hits me first.

Gunnar.

I turn slowly.

He’s standing just behind me, his face hard, his eyes locked on his father’s retreating back. He doesn’t look angry.

He looks controlled.

Dangerously so.

Before I can say anything, Caden speaks beside me, his voice low but sharp.

"I hope you can see the kind of husband you’re willing to give up everything for."

I blink, my chest tight.

"What?" I whisper.

"He suggested this," Caden continues. "To our father."

My heart drops into my stomach.

"No," I say quickly, shaking my head. "Ethan wouldn’t—he wouldn’t do that."

Cane finally turns his head toward me.

"You’re still defending him?" he asks quietly.

I swallow hard.

"Have you not learned enough from Ethan?" Caden presses, his voice rising. "Or do you really love pain that much?"

I feel tears burning my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.

"How else do you think my father knew?" Cane adds. "About the child. Apart from the fact Calistus told him you were married, be probably didn’t know the child part so who told him?About everything."

I stop breathing.

"Don’t you see the math?" Caden continues coldly. "Ethan kills two birds with one stone. He wants to eliminate you completely from the company shares and then breakni and and my brothers apart."

My head spins.

"No," I say again. "No, he can’t do this again"

But even as I say it, doubt creeps in.

Then a voice speaks from behind us.

Smooth. Satisfied.

"How was the surprise?"

I turn.

And there he is. Ethan.

Standing a few steps away, hands in his pockets, wearing a smug smile that makes my blood run cold.

My heart shatters.

"You..." My voice breaks. "Did you do this?"

He tilts his head slightly. "I warned you, Riley."

"You told him about my child," I whisper, shaking.

He shrugs. "Truth always comes out."

"You used my dead child as a weapon," I choke out.

He smirks. "I used what I had."

Gunnar finally turns.

The air changes instantly.

"Leave," Gunnar says quietly.

Ethan laughs. "Or what?"

Gunnar takes one step forward.

The smile slips from Ethan’s face.

"You think you’ve won," Gunnar says, his voice deadly calm. "But you’ve only signed your own end."

Ethan’s eyes flick to me.

"You see?" he says mockingly. "This is what you chose."

I stare at him, my chest burning, my heart aching, rage and pain crashing together.

"I chose wrong," I whisper.

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"And you’ll pay for it," he snaps.

Gunnar steps between us.

"Get out," he says again.

Ethan hesitates, then laughs under his breath and turns away.

As he walks off, my knees finally give in. Cane and Caden catch me before I fall.

I gave him another last piece of chance, a hope that he has changed but no he didn’t.

I turn to Cane"What is the Rite Of The Borrowed Moon"