Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees

sed against the floor-to-ceiling window

aucet ran in a

orcelain sink and stared at her own e

ove her collarbone, a small patch of darkened skin stood out sta

er face. The biting chill spread across her skin instantly, shred

hing. Layer by layer, until the mark disappeared completely. The woman in the mirror was once again flawless, pale, untouchable.

packless rogue carrying the Alpha King's scent would be dragged before the Elders' Council and branded

bled through the crack beneath it. The corridor was so quiet she could hear the click of her own heels echoing off the w

or a fraction of a secon

er gaze away and walked back

keyboard with practiced efficiency, routing the thirty million she'd i

i

phone

floor triggered a Level 3 lockdown last night. Even the Elders' night

rs froze abov

. Even the patro

e, covered in claw marks. The sound of his footsteps retreating int

behind her the moment sh

and pressed down the stra

e. Everything

straightened her collar, an

ened onto th

sual morning rhythm. Some carrying coffee. Others scrolling through tablets. All o

y stepping out of the executive elevator, the one reserved for the CEO's inner circle, a flash

sweet, deliberately pitched loud enou

Group, anyone without a Pack insignia didn't belong in the core circles. T

had happened on the top floor last night. But Darcy's scent-blocking cream had done its job perfect

don't even have a formal Pack registration. And last night, the top floor was in complete chaos. If the Elders' Council st

came out flat and mild. "Since when does front des

t a fraction of a second. "

too much isn't good for

unter and walked past her without another

to close when a large, powerfu

ned outside. The doors slid shut with a soft thud

antly. Darcy retreated to the corner, her postur

ettled on her collar, buttoned all the way

ean. No trace of last night

cl

." Asher's voice was lo

ppear here as the project lead. Not as

cked onto her with an intensity that could have cut gla

ight assume I couldn't get t

vered, never backed down, never gave him an inch. Somethi

has been sealed into the audit vault. Also, there's an old Northern node in the initial data.

en adjusting his cuff link

rew, his expression reverting to t

belongs in a company report. Change the node label to the o

data?" D

rozen lake. "In Kingston territory, some old names attract more trouble than for

i

r reached t

, watching his tall, rigid silhouette retreat down the hallway. Her fingers brush

the firs

unscathed. She turned to the acting PR director, who had just

Mr. Kingston on her at all. He was cold to her in the elevator just now, completely distant. She

thout Pack backing thinks she can step into the core circle? Perfect. Toni

-floor risk c

access print files, ready to brief Darcy, when the act

L

ents hit Darcy's desk

ect. It needs to be calculated and signed, along with the liability waiver, by 8:0

of the file. "This isn't even in the risk control group's scope of work!

anyone without a Pack guarantee who takes sole responsibility for a cross-border risk bulletin, if anything goes wrong, they can revoke yo

ll smile crossed her face, warm but knowing. S

the only reason I'm standing here is because Asher Kingston

n pulled the file toward herself. He

eight o'clock, I'l

snorted coldly and

ess from the CEO's office next door began to

gers fly across the keyboard. She worked through the file w

ngers

clean, smooth cut line. Perfect

pages. The cross-border risk liability waiver

approved high-risk fund disclosure." She'd not only be stripped of her project lead position. She'd

st trying to ma

trying to

tch. Three hours until

folder, pulled the encrypted USB dri

lack, no sugar, the way she always drank it

keyboard, and the risk control office's hig

o eager to han

ed into a cold, r

ive them a performanc