All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

When Darcy woke up, her first thought was heat.It came from the body pressed against her back. Asher's arm was draped across her waist, his palm still resting loosely against her side, his breath falling in slow, steady rhythms against the back of her neck. Last night's new mark still felt warm, while a faint soreness lingered through her shoulders, neck, and waist.Darcy stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. Then the scattered fragments of last night started surfacing without warning. She remembered saying "Mark me." Everything after that became less suitable for early morning recollection.She closed her eyes. The more she tried not to think about it, the clearer the details became. Asher's barely contained gold bleeding through his eyes. The fir scent so thick it was almost suffocating. And the way he had leaned in, carrying an intensity that was nothing like the controlled Alpha she saw during the day.She even remembered, at some point, getting a

3:40 p.m. Darcy watched Hyde sprint past her office door for the third time.The first time, he had been carrying a thick stack of border patrol records.The second time, he had a supplementary resolution from the Elders' Council tucked under his arm.The third time, he was holding the shift rotation sheet for a meeting Asher was supposed to chair himself at 4:30.Darcy finally stopped typing and looked up. "Is everyone leaving early today?"Hyde skidded to a halt, clutching the papers against his chest, his expression caught somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Not everyone."

7:58 p.m. Someone had actually come looking for Darcy's so-called "fourth box."Darcy sat in the back of a black SUV with its lights off, watching the street through the frosted one-way window. Across the way, a thin man in a blue maintenance jacket clutched two old audit drafts to his chest, glanced around nervously, and hurried away along the damp stone wall of the old apartment's back alley.Hyde, in the passenger seat, had already reached for the door handle. "I can have him pinned in three minutes."

The next morning, Darcy had been in her office for less than twenty minutes when she started feeling off.The room temperature was the same as always. Outside, the late-autumn light was the same cold gray-white. But the back of her neck was damp, like the heat had been turned up too high.She looked down at herself. Her sweater sleeves were pushed to her forearms, and she couldn't remember when she had done that.She stood and walked to the window, pushing it open a crack. Cold

The attendant behind the counter paused when Darcy stepped inside, his gaze flicking briefly over her outfit.The last time she had been here, she had only been carrying the Priority One card Asher had given her. She had passed quickly through the rows of tailored hunting wear and picked something that met the requirements. She hadn't dared to choose anything she actually liked.Back then, it had never occurred to her that one day she would be standing here, picking out the dress she would wear to become Kingston's Luna.Darcy didn't explain. She pulled the matte black card from her pocket and slid it across the obsidian counter.The attendant took the card, his gaze landing on the small silver engraving in the bottom right corner. His hands stilled. At Cass, that number existed on only one card. Since the establishment opened, only one person had owned and used it: Asher Kingston himself.Darcy looked down at the card on the counter. Beside the si