Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees
Even the old guard captain, well past his prime, bent low and cleared the path.
In the high-definition color prints, every face carried the same instinctive retreat, plain as day.
They weren't afraid of being hit. The wolves inside them had caught her scent and cleared the center for her before their minds could catch up.
Darcy closed the folder and slid it back into the drawer.
She looked down at her own hands. Clean knuckles, long and pale. No fur. No strange bone growth.
In her own mind, she was still the failed specimen who had only just learned to keep her bones under control. But everyone in this house had already changed how they looked at her.