Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Darcy stepped down into the snow outside the iron gate. The driver's side window rolled down a crack.Silas had one hand on the wheel, half his face hidden in the dim cab, an unlit cigarette between his teeth.He hadn't killed the engine. The modified SUV idled with a low, rough growl in the snow. Both headlights blasted straight at the closed Kingston iron gate."Not going to invite me in for a cup of hot tea, Luna?" Silas raised an eyebrow, voice drifting out on the cold wind, lazy as ever.Darcy swung the car door shut behind her and crunched back toward the gate through the hard snow. She didn't look back."The estate doesn't stock rations for mercenaries."A low laugh came from behind her. The SUV didn't turn around. It just sat there, insolent, outside the boundary line.Darcy had just reached the porch when the heavy oak door pulled open from inside. A familiar fir scent and the warmth of the house rolled out together. The fine

Darcy woke to a sharp, tight sting on her lower lip.She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fingertips brushing lightly across the center of her lip. The cut Asher had bitten open last night had scabbed over in a thin dark line. The swelling hadn't fully gone down. Against the pale color of her mouth, it stood out like a brand.She finished washing up and had just pulled open the dining room door when a faint clink sounded from the other end of the long table.

The moment the brass doors parted, the orchestra was still playing. But in the front row, the councilmen and family heads who had been holding their glasses froze. Cigars paused mid-air. Wine glasses stopped at their lips.Word that Kingston had a new Luna had been circulating for two weeks. Tonight was her first appearance.No one looked away.Darcy stepped down the stairs in her heels. The deep forest-green gown hugged her waist, almost black beneath the ballroom lights. With

The gaze from the shadowed second-floor gallery never touched Darcy's face.It stayed fixed on Darcy's bare right shoulder blade. The fingers holding the champagne flute tapped once against the wooden railing. Then again."Don't stop."Rowan's voice was low enough to be swallowed by the closing bars of the symphony.The hand at her waist didn't shift. His steps carried her smoothly through the final turn. His pale brown eyes cut coldly toward the lean figure in the tailored white coat above.The music stopped.Applause rolled up through the hall like a tide.

"Chloe?"The taste of iron surged up Darcy's throat and hit the back of her nose.She lifted her eyes. Her gaze cut through the shifting crowd of the banquet hall and fixed on the far corner.Darcy followed Silas's chin.Chloe stood in the distance, smiling placatingly at two wealthy women, the rhinestone clutch tucked under her arm, zipper half open.Darcy's eyes caught it in one sweep—the corner of a clear plastic bag poking out of the purse. A hospital-grade sterile bag.Chloe was still holding up her wine glass with that eager smile. She had no idea what she'd just carried in for Carter.She probably thought she'd done a famous doctor a private favor and gotten a chance to step on Darcy at the same time. Her head was full of nothing but how to show off."I'll go drag her over here." The green in Silas's eyes flared hard. His whole body drew tight as a bowstring about to snap. He turned to cut into the crowd."S