All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Darcy, get ready."The PR director dropped a thick stack of files onto Darcy's desk with a heavy thud, rattling the coffee cup on the surface. The sound echoed through the open-plan office, drawing a few glances from nearby cubicles.The director braced both hands on the edge of her desk, looking down at her with feigned concern. Her eyes swept over Darcy's face, searching for any sign of weakness. "The risk control assessment for this billion-dollar merger, you'll present it to the board on behalf of the PR department. The department has trained you for a full year. This is a rare opportunity to grow. Nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Do a good job. Don't let us down."Her voice was smooth, almost warm, as if she were offering a promotion rather than a death sentence.As the words landed, heads popped up from neighboring cubicles. Some coworkers pretended to be busy, suddenly absorbed in their screens. Others let a flicker of schadenfreude slip through their eyes. They knew exactly what

The executive elevator lobby on the top floor was so quiet she could hear only her own breathing. The silence was absolute, pressing in from all sides, broken only by the soft hum of the ventilation system and the distant, muffled sounds of the city far below.Darcy stepped out, her black heels sinking soundlessly into the thick black carpet. The padding was so dense it swallowed every sound, making her footsteps feel almost weightless. The décor here was brutally cold. Black-gray metal intersecting with high-end marble, not a single decorative flourish in sight. No family photos on the walls, no potted plants, no soft lighting. Just hard edges, expensive materials, and the suffocating weight of a territory claimed and defended by an apex predator. Every surface was sharp, every line precise, as if the space itself had been designed to intimidate. The whole space radiated absolute ownership.This wasn't an office. This was a beast's den, built of steel and capital.Darcy stopped in fro

1:00 a.m. Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows in a furious, unrelenting assault. The storm outside matched the chaos building inside her chest.Darcy rubbed her temples, the dull ache of exhaustion settling deep behind her eyes. Her phone buzzed. Maeve. She picked up."Darcy, you're literally a legend in this entire building! That snake Chloe was in the break room crying her eyes out, telling anyone who'd listen that you're a shiftless waste with no wolf form who just sleeps her way to the top. And then, get this, they revoked her executive access pass! I almost choked on my coffee watching her face! You should have seen it, Darcy. Priceless!"Darcy leaned back in her chair, a faint smile tugging at her lips."Let her talk. Let her be jealous. People like her always find someone to blame for their own failures."Maeve's voice softened, the glee fading into something warmer and more fragile. "How's your shoulder? And the North... I heard someone was pulling your old files

The red error pop-ups on the screen stung her eyes.Darcy tried several reverse traces, but every data chain broke at the exact same point. The authorization layer. The missing pages. Whoever had done this was clean. Without the highest-level access to the underlying database, there was no way to conjure legal authorization out of thin air.Three hours until the 8:00 p.m. briefing.Darcy grabbed the cold black coffee from her desk and took a long gulp. The bitter, icy jolt hit her system like a slap, forcing her brain into absolute clarity.Can't reconstruct it? Then don't.She abandoned the attempt to recreate the missing attachments. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, compiling the file access logs from the past half hour, the trimming marks on the paper, and the PR department's operational records into a single encrypted package. She locked it into the group's highest-level audit vault with maximum security clearance.At the same time, she reopened the draft bulletin and embedded

The ancient black stone lay at the center of the hall. The runes carved across its surface had shifted from a dull crimson to a searing orange, radiating the heavy, oppressive pressure of a high-tier bloodline.The timing rune lit up.Darcy’s knees were less than half an inch from the stone. Under the rigid stares of everyone in the room, she forced herself upright again, inch by agonizing inch.Asher stood beyond the Wolfstone. He had forced his top-tier Alpha presence back under tight control, but the scent of fir around him had sharpened into a razor's edge. His gaze remained locked on Darcy, his fingers curling tightly at his sides until his knuckles turned white. The lower-ranked wolves nearby instinctively held their breath. No one dared step within five feet of him.On the elevated dais, Elder Vance tightened his grip on his black ironwood staff. His expression finally cracked.“Increase the pressure.”The old Ritual Master’s face shifted. “Elder, the test output is already at p