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Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 163
IRIS’S POVThe scream died in my throat before it could even form.Darius was a blur of charcoal grey and raw instinct. He didn't think; he lunged. His boots skidded on the rain-slicked floorboards as he threw himself toward the balcony, his hand catching the back of Ethan’s collar just as my brother’s heels cleared the stone ledge. The sound of the fabric straining was a sharp, jagged snap against the roar of the wind.Ethan dangled over the abyss, his face pale and unreadable, while Darius strained, his muscles cording under the silk of his sleeves. The rain lashed at them both, turning the scene into a chaotic mess of shadows and salt spray.I didn't run to the ledge. I couldn't. My feet were rooted to the spot, my gaze locked on the woman in the black veil. She stood perfectly still, her hands folded over the silver key, watching the struggle with an indifference that was more terrifying than the fall itself."Mom?" I whispered again, the word feeling like a piece of glass in my m
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 162
DARIUS’S POVThe darkness wasn't just an absence of light; it was a physical weight, thick with the scent of old dust and the ozone of the storm outside. I didn't need my eyes to find Iris. I could feel her. The heat radiating off her skin, the sharp, jagged rhythm of her breath, and the way her silk dress hissed against the floorboards as she moved closer to me.My hand found the small of her back, my fingers digging into the emerald fabric. I pulled her flush against my side, my body acting as a shield between her and the looming shadow of the woman at the base of the stairs. The proximity was a visceral, grounding force. In the middle of this nightmare, the only thing that felt real was the friction of her hip against mine and the way she didn't even flinch when the first of the men in the masks lunged forward."Stay close," I growled, the words vibration against the crown of her head."I’m practically inside your suit, Darius. Any closer and I’ll be on the payroll," she whispered
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 161
IRIS’S POVThe Summer House didn't need high-tech sensors to feel dangerous. It had the weight of a century of misery pressed into its floorboards. As the front door hung off its hinges, the rain began to lash into the foyer, turning the fine layer of dust into a muddy slurry. The man in the gold mask didn't move like a soldier; he moved like a debt collector who had finally lost his patience.Darius stepped in front of me, his body a solid, warm wall of charcoal wool and muscle. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a fierce, protective energy that was far more grounding than any corporate bond. He didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't need to. He just stood there, his hands loose at his sides, looking at the intruders with a bored, lethal contempt that made my heart hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs."Sterling really has a flare for the dramatic, doesn't he?" I said, my voice cutting through the sound of the rain with a sharp, biting sarcasm. I tucked the leather ledger unde
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 160
IRIS’S POVThe Summer House didn't just feel old; it felt heavy, as if the very air was saturated with the weight of a century’s worth of unspoken sins. When the massive oak door groaned open, it released a breath of stagnant air that smelled of dried roses, sea salt, and the metallic tang of a history that refused to stay buried.Darius stepped inside first, his hand instinctively reaching back to catch mine. His grip was a grounding force, his skin hot against my freezing fingers, but even his heat couldn't dispel the chill that seemed to radiate from the stone walls. I stepped over the threshold, the train of my emerald dress whispering against the floorboards like a secret.The foyer was a tomb of Victorian excess. Heavy velvet drapes, once crimson but now a bruised, dusty purple, choked the windows. Dust motes danced in the beam of Darius’s flashlight, swirling like tiny ghosts disturbed from their sleep.Nothing had been moved.A half-empty glass of amber liquid sat on a side
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 159
DARIUS’S POVThe inside of the SUV felt like a tight dark box. The only light came from the soft green glow of the dashboard and quick flashes of lightning that made the world outside look sharp and black and white. Heavy rain pounded hard against the windshield. It sounded like constant drum beats that covered the noise of the tires rolling fast on the Long Island Expressway.Next to me Iris sat quiet like a ghost wrapped in shiny emerald silk. She had put my spare trench coat over her shoulders but it could not hide the way her hands shook while she held that old leather ledger tight. She was not watching the road at all. Her eyes stayed fixed on the empty spaces between the lines in her family history.He was always too quiet Darius she whispered. Her voice sounded soft and broken in the darkness. My brother. Even before the accident. I thought that was just how he was made. I never knew he was being emptied inside to leave space for this.He is still in there Iris I said. My voice
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 158
CHAPTER 158IRIS’S POVThe world didn't come back in a rush; it leaked in, drop by agonizing drop.First, the smell: scorched ozone and that sharp, medicinal sting of hospital-grade bleach. Then, the sound: a low, rhythmic throb that wasn't a siren or a heart monitor, but the building itself, humming like a massive, cooling engine.I opened my eyes, and for a second, I thought I was still in the sub-basement. The ICU room was draped in shadows, the clinical white tiles cracked and blackened in a circular pattern around the bed. The glass observation deck had shattered outward, fine shards of diamond-like dust coating every surface."Darius?" I croaked, my throat feeling like I’d swallowed a handful of dry sand.A hand, warm and heavy with a familiar, grounding heat, found mine. I turned my head, my neck clicking in protest. Darius was slumped against the wall beside me, his charcoal suit jacket gone, his white shirt torn open at the collar. He looked like he’d been through a centrifug
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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
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 do
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IRIS’S POVThe morning sun didn't feel like a blessing when it finally arrived, instead, it felt like an unwanted intruder that was forcing its way into our sanctuary. It cut through the heavy, velvet curtains in long, sharp lines of gold, and the light acted like a spotlight that showed exactly ho
Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha 44
DARIUS’S POVThe messenger’s note was nothing but curling black ash in the fireplace of my study, but the words had already branded themselves onto the back of my eyelids. Jerome was a dead man walking and he just didn't know it yet, but the mere thought of the threat he posed to Iris had stripped
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