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Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 63
IRIS’S POVThe motorcycle ride had been a blur of freezing wind and the bruising pressure of my body against Darius’s back. By the time we reached the secondary hideout—a small, windowless stone bunker buried under an old sawmill—my legs were shaking from more than just the cold.Darius didn't speak as he led me inside. He kicked the door shut and bolted it, the heavy iron sliding into place with a finality that made the air in the small room feel thick and electric. There was only one source of light: a single kerosene lamp on a scarred wooden table.He turned to me, and the look in his eyes made my breath hitch. The "Alpha" was gone, but the man left behind was something far more visceral. He looked raw. He looked like he was one thread away from snapping."You're shivering," he said. His voice was a low, jagged rumble that seemed to vibrate right through the stone floor and into the soles of my feet."I'm fine," I whispered, though my hands were trembling as I tried to unbutton the
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 62
DARIUS’S POVThe room was cooling down, but I didn't want to move. I stayed pinned to her, my chest heavy against hers, listening to the way her breathing finally slowed from those frantic gasps into a steady, sleeping rhythm. For the first time in days, the constant, metallic taste of fear in the back of my throat was gone, replaced by the scent of her skin—salt, sweat, and the faint, sweet trace of the soap from the vault.I was a rogue. I had no territory, no soldiers, and a price on my head that could buy a small city. But as I felt Iris shift beneath me, her fingers curling loosely into the hair at the nape of my neck, I didn't feel like a man who had lost. I felt like I had finally found the ground beneath my feet.I pulled back just enough to look at her. In the dim moonlight, she looked so small against the dark furs. There was a bruise on her shoulder I hadn't noticed before—a yellowing mark from when the Enforcers had grabbed her. Seeing it made a low, dark growl vibrate in
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 61
IRIS’S POVThe safe house was a jagged, forgotten cabin tucked deep into the throat of the Black Ridge. It didn’t smell like the mahogany and expensive scotch of the manor. It smelled of ancient pine, woodsmoke, and the damp, heavy scent of a storm rolling in from the coast.Darius hadn’t put me down once. From the moment he pulled me out of that white hell, his arms had been a constant, bruising sanctuary. He carried me through the threshold, kicking the heavy oak door shut behind us with a finality that made the old floorboards groan.The room was dark, lit only by the pale, filtered moonlight hitting the dust motes. He walked straight to the center of the room and let me slide down the length of his body. My feet hit the floor, but my legs were like water. I stumbled, and his hands were there instantly, gripping my waist, anchoring me."Look at me," he rasped.His voice was a wreck—low, raw, and trembling with a frequency that vibrated straight through my chest. I looked up, and th
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 60
DARIUS’S POVThe sub-levels of the White Vault didn't smell like a facility. They smelled like a tomb.I moved through the service tunnels like a shadow, my boots silent on the cold metal grating. My skin felt tight, the wolf inside me pacing behind my ribs, snarling at the scent of the sterile chemicals and the faint, lingering ozone of the high-voltage security grids.I wasn't an Alpha today. I was a ghost.Ethan was twenty yards ahead of me, moving with a terrifying, fluid grace that made him look less like a man and more like a glitch in the security feed. He had spent ten years in this hell; he knew the blind spots, the pressure plates, and the exact frequency of the guards' comms."The vent is open," Ethan’s voice crackled in my earpiece, a low, haunted rasp. "She has the splinter. If she’s as smart as you say, she’s ready.""She’s smarter than both of us," I muttered, my hand tightening on the grip of my suppressed rifle.My heart was a frantic, heavy weight in my chest. Every
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 59
IRIS’S POVThe silence was the first thing that broke me.It wasn’t the absence of noise; it was a heavy, suffocating blanket that pressed against my eardrums until I could hear the frantic, uneven thud of my own heart. In the White Vault, there were no windows, no clocks, and no shadows. Everything was a blinding, seamless ivory—the walls, the floor, even the thin, paper-like gown they had forced me into.I sat on the edge of a platform that served as a bed, my toes curling against the floor. It was too smooth, too perfect. It felt like standing on a sheet of bone.My body felt hollow. The neutralizer had saved my life, but it had left me feeling like a ghost haunting my own skin. The electric buzz of the adrenaline was gone, replaced by a cold, leaden ache in my joints and a persistent trembling in my hands that I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I gripped my own knees.I closed my eyes, trying to summon the memory of the rain, the smell of damp earth, and the weight of Darius’s ar
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 58
DARIUS’S POVThe rain didn't just fall; it punished. It washed the blood from the asphalt, but it couldn't touch the cold, hollow ache where my heart used to be. I sat on my knees, my hands empty, watching the red taillights of the Council sedans bleed into the darkness.They had taken her.I looked at my palms. They were still warm from her skin. The scent of her—that intoxicating mix of vanilla and the sharp, metallic tang of the neutralizer—was still trapped in the fibers of my coat."You look pathetic, Alpha. Or should I call you citizen now?"I didn't turn around. I knew that voice. Conrick stood five feet behind me, his boots crunching on the wet gravel. He was still holding the transfer papers, the document that had turned my empire into a memory."You think you won," I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. it was a low, guttural vibration, the sound of a predator that had finally stopped pretending to be a man."I saved the pack, Darius," Conrick said, stepping into my line o
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