All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The wind by the riverbank was much weaker than on the hillside.The broad river channel had frozen solid in the deep winter, a thick, even sheet of white ice under a thin layer of snow.A few rough canvas tents stood under the old willows by the shore. Some hunters had set up an iron pot to boil bone-in lamb soup. White steam mixed with pine smoke curled upward. A few children bundled up like cotton balls stood around watching.Darcy rented two pairs of old skates outside the windbreak shed.She buckled the rusted straps onto her boots with practiced ease, stamped her feet, and looked up at the man standing by the stone steps.Asher held two pairs of steel-bladed skates. His tall frame stood still, his brow faintly drawn. He studied the two worn, gleaming strips of metal like he was reading a border defense map."Kingston doesn't get ice this thick?"Darcy's eyes carried a smile. She glided two light steps onto the ice, the blades cutting a clean arc across the frozen surface.The mom

Eight years ago, when Darcy fled the Thorne main house, she had believed she would never push that door open again in her life.Eight years later, the brass lock hadn't even been changed.The walnut door stood quietly at the end of the second-floor corridor. In the lower right corner of the frame was a shallow dent she had knocked into it at fifteen while hauling training equipment.Darcy stood in front of the door and didn't reach for it.The scent in the corridor hit her immediately—fir oil mixed with the damp must of old stone. It was a scent that had seeped into the Thorne estate over decades. It struck her chest like a muffled hammer, without warning.Her stomach clenched in a sudden, involuntary spasm. A faint bitterness spread up the back of her throat, like the bitter medicinal taste that had flooded her mouth when the suppressant was pushed into her vein through a needle at eighteen.Her coat still carried warmth. But her fingertips, hanging at her sides, slowly stiffened and

In the old restaurant in town, the lamb soup rolled and steamed in the iron pot. White smoke from the pine firewood drifted up toward the rafters.Two bowls of hot soup sat on the wooden table by the window.Darcy took a slow sip, stirring the bits of meat at the bottom of the bowl with her spoon.She was eating much slower than usual today. The rye bread beside her hand had only one corner bitten off.The events of the past few days kept turning over in her mind.The more she thought about them, the less any of it made sense.If Garrick's goal back then had only been to sell her to Whitaker, keeping her wolf intact would have been the only way to raise her value.There would have been no reason to give her enough suppressant to nearly destroy her.And if the family had only been afraid her shift would spiral out of control and cause trouble, then throwing her into the blizzard to fend for herself would have been enough.There would have been no need to preserve the room she had lived

When Darcy came downstairs, seven things had already been laid outside the Kingston residence gate.Not one of them bore a name.A pouch of coarse salt. An old wool blanket, washed pale. Two strings of dried venison. A length of silver chain, dulled with age. And three old wolf fangs strung on a leather cord.They were lined up neatly outside the iron fence, not one of them had crossed the warning line marked by the Kingston guards.The strange part was that no one had knocked."The first one came at four forty in the morning." The guard captain stood at the bottom of the steps, his voice low. "An old hunter, past sixty. Left the salt and walked off. After that, one every ten or twenty minutes. No names. No one asked to see you."Darcy stood inside the door, wool shawl over her shoulders, her gaze moving slowly across the unremarkable objects."Cameras?""Got them all. Locals, every one. No repeats, no weapons, no sign they coordinated with each other." The guard captain answered."Th

The word had barely left the old man's mouth when the entire hall went silent.Two full seconds. Every gaze in the room snapped toward the back row.Then came the rapid rustle of turning pages and low whispers.The people in the back rows had no idea what the word meant. But at the long table up front, several older men went pale.“Shut him up! Drag him out!”Garrick shoved back his hard wooden chair. Its legs scraped against the stone floor with a harsh screech.He didn’t even look back at Darcy. His arm shot straight toward the last row, veins bulging at his temple.“That’s the exiled madman from years ago! Who let him in?!”“Order! Order in the hall!”On the high platform, the Speaker slammed his heavy gavel three times. The table thundered.He waved toward the side doors. “Security. Remove the disruptor. Take him down and hold him for review on charges of disrupting proceedings.”Two heavily armed guards with council enforcement badges strode out from the side doors. Their palms r