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Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 16
IRIS'S POVThe silence was deafening. After Darius had left for the board meeting, commanding me to lock myself in my room, the walls of the pack house felt like a cage. The absence of his scent, usually a heavy, dominant cloud around me, was a suffocating void. He had commanded separation, but what he achieved was a form of exquisite torture.Every minute I spent alone, the desire he had ignited and then cruelly starved grew into a desperate, gnawing need. He hadn't just postponed our meeting; he had left me vibrating with unfulfilled command, tethered by the brutal promise of "begging" tomorrow night.I paced my luxurious prison, the plush carpet mocking the frantic energy in my limbs. I touched the mark on my neck—still angry and throbbing beneath the silk scarf. It was the physical manifestation of my guilt and my deepest pleasure. The knowledge that Darius wore the political lie of that mark into the boardroom, using my damaged flesh to solidify his power, was almost as arousing
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 15
Iris’s POVWe spent the entire morning in the large conference room, the scent of fresh paper and expensive cologne filling the air. I sat beside him at the head of the table, correcting the physical copies of the final audit before the board meeting.The pressure was excruciating. Every time I reached for a file, Darius’s arm was there, his sleeve brushing my hand, the sheer size of his body dominating my space. The contact was purely professional—a deliberate, minimal pressure that was more torturous than any rough handling. It was a constant reminder of the animal hidden beneath the tailored suit.I found my core tightening, already slick with anticipation for the night, without even giving him the satisfaction of the answer of how I really feel about all the activities—lies—he’s been suggesting. The professional veneer was a thin veil over the raw desire that thrummed between us.“This asset entry on page forty-two,” Darius stated, leaning close to point at a number. His breath wa
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 14
IRIS'S POVThe next morning, the mark was screaming. It wasn't just a bruise; it was a dark, purple-red stain that stretched across the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder. It was deep, precise, and impossible to hide, a savage reminder of Darius’s possession etched into my flesh. Every time I moved, the fabric of my clothing chafed the wound, sending sharp, electric reminders of the previous night’s brutality and ecstasy straight to my core.I spent an hour in front of the mirror, piling on makeup—Venus's own expensive, thick concealers—but the effort was futile. The bite mark was too profound, too visibly aggressive to be mistaken for a simple injury. It looked exactly like what it was: a dominant Alpha’s claim.I finally gave up, settling on a heavy silk scarf that, instead of concealing the injury, seemed to draw more attention to the region. I was walking a wire, betting everything on Darius’s hastily constructed lie: that the mark was a scar from a rogue wolf he had fou
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 13
Iris POVThe Watchtower. Our place. The crumbling stone structure on the highest hill where, for a year, we were just two nameless, desperate animals. The thought of going there now, after Conrick’s warning, after seeing Venus’s needle-sharp focus, was absolute insanity. It was the last place I should be.But the moment I read his command, the logical part of my brain evaporated. The wolf, Darius’s claimed animal, took over. I didn’t choose to go; I was compelled.I slipped out of the pack house, wearing simple dark clothes, the scent of rose perfume now feeling like a flimsy, flammable lie.The climb was long and quiet, the only sound the frantic thudding of my heart. When I reached the cold, crumbling stone of the Watchtower, he was inside, waiting. He was dressed in a thick coat, but the dominant, thick musk of his scent filled the small, exposed space completely.He didn't move. He simply watched me approach, his blue eyes dark, intense, and completely unreadable.“You came,” he s
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 12A
IRIS'S POVI was a ghost.A walking, breathing shell of a woman whose entire existence had been reduced to a single, primal truth: I was claimed.I had showered three times, scrubbed my skin until it was raw, and used up half a bottle of my mother’s expensive, cloyingly sweet rose perfume—the one Venus loved. But the smell of the secure vault was still in my lungs, mixed with the thick, dominant musk of Darius. It clung to me, a deep, persistent ache beneath the superficial layer of floral deception.The physical exhaustion was profound. Two days of intense financial maneuvers followed by brutal, non-stop sex had left my muscles weak, my eyes heavy, and my core still tender from the expansive, tight pressure of his knot. But the mental exhaustion was worse. I felt split—the calm, calculating accountant who saved the pack’s assets, and the whimpering, desperate whore who chose sex over duty.I walked into the Calder Industries annex, the headquarters for my father’s human-facing busine
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 11
IRIS’S POVDarius’s hand was heavy on my thigh, his fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt. His eyes demanded a choice: duty or him. The scent of his dominance was choking me in the small vault."Beg," he repeated, his voice a low, rough command. "Beg for me to take the papers away. Beg to be just Iris."My mind screamed. The Swiss accounts were clean, but the Asian transfers still needed to be finalized. If I stopped now, the delay could be fatal for my father's defense.But the pressure of his body, the absolute power in his stare, was too much. The walls of the vault felt like they were shrinking, forcing me into a corner I couldn't fight my way out of."Alpha Wolfe," I started, trying to find a professional tone.His grip tightened, squeezing my thigh until it hurt. "Wrong name. Use the one you scream when you cum."My cheeks burned with humiliation and need. I hated this control, but my body was already betraying me, heating up, pooling moisture deep between my legs."Darius,
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