All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

8:57 a.m.The conference room was quiet. Blinds drawn. Light cool and sharp. The morning sun filtered through the slats, casting thin lines across the polished table.The northern delegation sat along the left side of the long table. The lead representative leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Darcy. Hector sat in the row behind, spinning a pen between his fingers, his posture relaxed, almost bored. He looked like a man watching a game he already knew the outcome of.Darcy sat on the right, her back straight, her eyes level across the table. Her folder lay open in front of her, but her attention was on the clock on the wall.At the head of the table, Asher sat in a black coat, his

The apartment lights were off except for the warm yellow lamp above the kitchen island.Butter sizzled in the pan, a faint smell of something slightly burnt spreading through the kitchen. The smoke curled upward, disappearing into the range hood's low hum.Darcy stood at the stove, wooden spatula in hand, her expression more intense than when she reviewed ten hedge fund audit reports. She stared at the steak in the pan, the crust slightly overdone, picked up the pepper grinder, hesitated, shook it twice, then turned it over to check the recipe. The kitchen was foreign territory to her, every movement uncertain.A soft click came from the entryway. Keys turning, then the door closing.Darcy's wrist jerked. Half a spoonful of black pepper scattered onto the stove top. She didn't turn around. She frantically scraped the pepper aside with the spatula, pretending to be completely absorbed in the heat, as if she had been in full control the entire time.

The range hood hummed softly in the kitchen. Darcy walked out of the bedroom in her slippers. On the island sat two white plates, toast browned just enough, fried eggs with the whites crisp at the edges. Beside them, a cup of black coffee sent up a faint wisp of steam. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the counter.Darcy walked over and touched the cup. Warm, just the right temperature to drink. She wrapped her fingers around it, letting the heat seep into her palms.Asher was rinsing the spatula in the sink, picking a few stray rosemary sprigs from his plate and setting them aside. He wore a dark gray cashmere sweater, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the morning light softening the hard line of his jaw. There was something unexpectedly domestic about the scene that made D

After Hyde's call ended, the brief ease that had settled in the kitchen was washed away completely.The oven timer ticked monotonously on the counter. Darcy's fingers pressed against the dark phone screen, her gaze fixed on empty space.Asher walked to the counter and turned off the oven. "Hall accessed the file but didn't send anything out? That doesn't add up." He turned to look at her. "He's a regular employee—he doesn't handle core documents. Why would he suddenly open the encrypted file we'd planted as bait?"That was exactly what Darcy couldn't figure out. If it were a senior executive leaking information, Marcus and Evelyn both had the clearance—but neither knew Darcy's real name. And yet, only a handful of people in the building had access to the core systems. The lead had hit a dead end."Could someone have forced it on him?" Darcy rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Hall's job is processing paper invoices and courier reimbursement claims

"The Pack nursery's fever medication will only last through tonight."The meeting room door opened and Hyde walked straight in.Darcy snapped back to attention and looked up at him. She had been spacing out, her hand still resting on the edge of the table.Hyde walked to the table and placed a freshly printed manifest in front of her. "The North is holding two supply trucks at the Kingston border. Officially, it's a routine inspection of unmarked cargo. Unofficially, they're holding our entire winter medical shipment."Darcy's eyes swept across the list. Drug codes. Transport costs. Original route. Estimated delay. The numbers lined up in her head almost automatically—alternate western route, or force the North to absorb the breach penalty.Her fingers were about to touch the tablet when she stopped. This morning, Evelyn's words hit her without warning: *"Did you consider us?"*She stared at the list for two seconds, then looked up. "Who are these for?"Hyde blinked, clearly caught of