All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

"And me? Darce. What am I to you?"Asher set his cup on the table. The plastic base knocked against the greasy old surface with a soft sound.He leaned forward, most of his tall frame hanging over the tiny two-person table. His face was dark. His eyes didn't move from her. Even his breathing had gone heavy.The kitchen's fryer hissed. At the next table, someone slurped hot noodles.Darcy's hand paused on her tea.Asher stared at her. The plastic cup was nearly crushed in his grip. He'd driven down the mountain in the middle of the night, no convoy. He'd bitten back his temper over Silas in the garage. Over Rowan's medicine on

"The steak's cold. Take it back to the kitchen."The old man at the head of the table tossed his silver knife onto the bone china plate with a sharp clink. He sipped his whiskey and slowly wiped his fingers with the napkin."Silas. Sign the trust transfer. Blackstone folds into the family. The Route Three approval gets negotiated with Kingston through the estate. You'll get your cut."Everyone at the Wilder table stared at Silas like they were doing a beggar a favor.Silas sat beside Darcy, looking down at the trust transfer agreement. A low laugh escaped him.The next second, he shoved his chair back. The legs scraped the til

"I'm going to the Blackstone yard this afternoon."Darcy bit into her buttered toast and spoke without looking up.Across the table, Asher's knife stopped mid-cut. The silver fork clicked against the china."Something wrong with the Route Three handoff?""No." Darcy took a sip of warm milk and wiped the corner of her mouth. "Barney's back from the clinic. I want to check on him. And the drivers who ran the blizzard route last night."She wasn't asking permission. She was telling him. Asher had kept his word last night and respected her boundaries, and she was willing to be open with him in return. They were equals, partners. She had nothing to hide about where she was going.Asher went quiet for a few seconds. The fir scent around him deepened. His fingers on the table edge tightened. But he didn't call Gideon. He didn't darken and demand to know why she had to go.He stood and walked to her side. His broad, warm palm covered the edge of the bandage on her right shoulder and pressed ge

The two patches of stiff silver-white fur jutted from the skin over her knuckles, giving off a faint cold light.Darcy's fingertips dug hard into the table edge. She threw every ounce of will into forcing the fur back under her skin. But the second the thought tightened in her mind, the nerve deep in her right shoulder—the one that had been severed before—felt like a rusted steel needle drove through it. Pain ripped through her. Her entire left arm shook violently. Her back soaked through with cold sweat in an instant.Rowan set the teapot down on the tray with a sharp clack.He didn't reach for her wrist. He didn't try to touch the strange fur. A legal officer who handled severe injury litigation for years knew better than to grab an inj

"Old Lynch is still here, isn't he?" Darcy looked at the tight line of Asher's jaw and tapped the photo on her phone screen. "Have him come up. I want to ask if he missed something before."Asher sat on the edge of the bed. His gaze moved between the phone screen and her pale face.He pulled his hand back from the blanket and stood, crossing to the intercom. He pressed the speed dial. "Lynch. Bring your equipment to the top-floor suite. Darcy's awake. She wants to see you."Less than three minutes later, the door pushed open.Old Lynch walked in quickly with two standard medical cases. A thin layer of sweat still clung to his forehead."Luna." Old Lynch pulled a low stool over and sat by the bed.Darcy turned the phone toward him."Taken at 6:42. I didn't hold it in. My shoulder didn't hurt at all. Uncle Lynch, didn't you always say shifting would tear the nerve apart?"Old Lynch looked at the clear silver-white fur in the photo. His eyes flickered. He glanced toward the tall man by t