All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Barely half a minute after stepping out of the car, Darcy's cheeks were already tight and numb from the blade-sharp wind. Her fingers had gone stiff with cold. She shoved her hands into Asher's coat pockets without asking, pressing them against the residual warmth trapped in the lining, and let out a slow breath. The heat soaked into her skin, chasing away the numbness inch by inch.The forest ahead was a wall of black. The trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with snow and shadow. Beyond them lay territory she'd never set foot in before.Hyde and the patrol members were already retreating soundlessly, melting into the tree shadows several dozen meters away. Darcy knew better than to crowd an Alpha during a shift. She watched them fade into the darkness, their movements fluid and practiced, leaving only the hush of falling snow.She stood by the vehicle, not moving. But her senses had sharpened to their limit. Every sound, every shift in the w

The black steel door slid open without a sound.Hyde looked up from outside. The moment his gaze landed on Darcy, his brow twitched. Barely a flicker, but unmistakable. The two patrol captains behind him went still for half a beat, then looked away in unison, stepping aside to clear the path.Darcy's step faltered as she crossed the threshold.She glanced down at the cashmere sweater she'd changed into. The fir scent clung to it. Dry, warm, steeped into the fabric like it had been there for days. It wrapped around her completely, unmistakable. She could feel the weight of it on her skin, marking her in a way no physical tag ever could. The smell was so dense it felt almost visible, a second layer of clothing that everyone could read.

The northern borderlands lay under a deep blue cold before dawn.Darcy stood at the edge of the camp, her breath turning to white mist in the frozen air. She had changed into a sleek black windproof jacket, her boots pressing into the soft snow with a soft crunch.The snow beside her shifted without warning.She turned.The man who had been standing beside her was gone. In his place stood a massive pure-black wolf. She had seen this wolf before, but standing on the snowline, ready to run, the weight of it was entirely different. Its shoulder reached her chest. Its thick black fur gleamed coldly in the pale morning light, and its dark gold eyes reflected her silhouette with quiet intensity

Back at the camp, Darcy took a hot shower.Steam filled the bathroom mirror. She wiped a clear patch and looked down at her right hand. Dry palm. Slender, pale fingers. Smooth, rounded nails. The silver-white claws that had pierced frozen rock that morning had left no trace. It was as if the transformation, along with the soft howl that had escaped her in the pine forest, had been nothing but a brief dream. But she knew better. That wasn't a dream. The ache in her knuckles, the lingering warmth beneath her skin. It was all real.She changed into a clean gray cashmere sweater and black pants, and pushed open the door.At the end of the corridor, Hyde was waiting, his expression unusually tense. His usual composed demeanor had been replaced by something sharper, more alert."Alpha's in the command center," Hyde said, his voice low. "Miss Clark, border patrol just intercepted a convoy."Darcy slowed. "A convoy?""Three black SUVs. Old Northern

The last time Darcy had seen Hector Redgrave was eight years ago.Now, the way he looked at her from the other side of the old northern boundary marker made something in her stomach tighten with immediate, instinctive revulsion.He wore a sharply tailored dark gray coat, an unlit cigar turning lazily between his fingers. His posture was relaxed, as though this meeting were nothing more than a formality he had already decided how to end.On the passenger seat of the armored SUV behind him, a dark women's cloak had been folded with deliberate care. Darcy recognized it immediately—a Redgrave betrothal cloak. Years ago, she'd been told she would be expected to wear one after entering Redgrave Keep as Hector's bride. Now it sat waiting, as if Hector