Married To The Billionaire Alpha King-Chapter 23 - stupid day

23

~Darlon’s POV

The second I got into the back seat, David slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door quickly, like he thought the car itself needed protection from my temper.

As he pulled out, I felt the anger rising again, boiling in my stomach.

My voice was low, rough, barely human. "This was supposed to be my honeymoon."

David swallowed so loudly I heard it. "Yes, Sire."

"My honeymoon," I repeated, the words sharp. "And those fools....those fools I feed, house, clothe, and pay, dared to sit there and lose control of my central security system?"

No answer. He knew better.

The car sped through the city, the tall buildings flashing past with their neon lights and dark shadows. I stared out the window, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

Every few seconds, David looked at me again in the rearview mirror.

I finally snapped. "If you look at me one more time, I swear I’ll rip that mirror off and shove it down your throat."

His head jerked forward instantly. "Y-Yes, Sire."

Good.

I stared out the window as the city lights blurred past. Every streetlamp reflected off the tinted glass, making my reflection flicker, with cold eyes, clenched jaw, barely-contained fury.

Silence filled the car again.

The roads blurred. The city changed. The skyline of the next city rose, tall, bright, impossible to miss.

Half an hour later, headquarters came into view, a massive black-glass building with bright white security lights, the kind of place people were too scared to look at for too long.

David parked at the private entrance, and the moment I stepped out of the car, the guards at the door stiffened and bowed so deeply their foreheads nearly touched the floor.

"Alpha."

"Welcome, Alpha."

Their voices trembled, but I didn’t even glance at them.

I stormed through the entrance, and everyone in the lobby froze. Phones dropped. Pens slipped. Keyboards stopped clicking. People scattered to the sides like I was a walking explosion.

"Where is that fool?! Where is the assistant chief security?!" I roared, my voice echoing through the entire first floor like thunder shaking walls.

The sound shocked even the air. A few people flinched visibly.

David hurried behind me, already sweating. "I...I’ll get him, Sire."

"You should’ve gotten him before I arrived!"

"I....I’m sorry...."

"Stop talking."

I moved forward, my boots striking the floor hard, each step throwing out a wave of tension.

"Assistant Chief Security!" I shouted again.

The man came stumbling out from a side office, his hair out of place, eyes wide, shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Alpha... I...I was..."

I cut him off with one glare.

"You absolute waste of space," I growled. "All of you. Every single one of you. You couldn’t find one person? One single hacker? What the hell do I pay you for?! Decorations?!"

No one answered.

"I want all of them fired," I said to David, voice low but deadly. "Every. One. Of. Them."

The entire room gasped.

"Yes, Sire," David whispered.

"And replace them with the best of the best. I don’t care what country they are in, what pack they belong to, or what salary they want. If they breathe well and know how to use a brain, hire them. Today."

"Yes, Alpha."

I walked past them without another word and headed straight into the Core Room. The room was freezing, from the servers, and the lights glowed blue and white, reflecting off the glass walls. My servers hummed softly, like a beast breathing under my palms.

I approached the backup firewall terminal.

The screen read:

BREACH ATTEMPT IN PROGRESS, LEVEL 4

Of course it did.

"Move," I snapped at the three techs sitting there. They rolled away in their chairs instantly.

My hands flew across the keyboard.

Lines of code, encrypted streams.

Script logs and IP tracers bouncing across continents.

"I found him," I said flatly after five minutes.

David stepped closer. "You did?"

I turned my head slowly. "Don’t insult me by sounding surprised."

He immediately lowered his gaze.

"S-Sorry, Sire."

The hacker had left a digital signature, tiny, cocky, stupid, like he thought no one would notice. A little swipe of his ego.

I tracked it through three countries, two VPNs, and a masked server. Finally, the final location pinged onto the screen with a sharp BEEP.

I smirked.

"Idiot."

Then I straightened.

"David," I said, my voice cold and final, "you know what to do with someone stupid enough to breach my system."

David stiffened. "Yes, Sire."

"And?"

"And I’ll handle it immediately."

"Good."

He checked his watch, swallowed, then looked at me. "Sire, the new team will arrive in the next ten minutes."

"Perfect," I muttered. "That gives me time to finish this and get back to my wife."

He nodded.

I checked the clock on the wall and sighed impatiently. The seconds felt like they were crawling. All I wanted was to get back to my wife.

"Come on," I whispered under my breath. "Faster. I need to go home."

The doors slid open.

The new security team filed into the room like shadows, silent, sharp-eyed, and fully geared. Their uniforms were crisp black, their boots polished, and their expressions dead serious. Good. That was how it should be.

One of them stepped forward, tall and built like a damn refrigerator with veins. "Alpha," he said, bowing his head.

I walked straight past him, not slowing down. "Do your job," I said flatly. "And do it better than the useless clowns I fired. If anything happens under your watch, I’ll personally drag every one of you out of this building by your throats."

"Yes, Alpha!" they all shouted at once, voices echoing through the hall like a military drill.

I didn’t wait for a response. I turned toward the exit.

David rushed after me.

"The car keys!"

I held out my hand without looking at him. He placed the keys in my palm instantly, his fingers trembling.

"I’ll... I’ll drive you back, sire," David said carefully. "You’re exhausted, and..."

"No," I said, sharp enough to slice air. "Stay here."

"Sire, I should..."

"David," I snapped, turning halfway, "if I hear one more word from your mouth, I swear I’ll glue it shut. Stay here. Handle the new team. Clean up the mess. That’s your job."

He bowed immediately, nearly dropping to his knees. "Yes, Sire."

I didn’t even give him a second glance. I stormed out of the building, my blood boiling. I hated that I even had to be there.

The second I got into the car, I slammed the door and revved the engine hard enough that it growled like an angry beast.

"Stupid day," I muttered.

Then I drove.

And not calmly.

The car shot forward like it was answering my anger, speeding down the road, tyres screeching around turns. Streetlights blurred past like streaks of fire. My hands gripped the wheel so tight my knuckles went white. I was barely breathing, every part of me desperate to get back to my wife.

I whispered to the empty seat beside me. "Please don’t be mad."

I hated how my voice cracked, even if no one could hear it.

I pressed the accelerator harder.

Within minutes, the mansion gates came into view, tall, iron, and glowing under the security lights. They opened automatically the moment they detected my car.

I didn’t wait for them to fully part. I squeezed right through and sped up the driveway.

The mansion loomed in front of me, quiet, beautiful, home.

I parked so fast the tyres skidded against the stones.

I ran inside.

"Ela..."

I froze.

My voice died in my throat.

She was in the living room.

With boxes.