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Author: Lumi Walker
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IRIS’S POV

The world didn’t end with a bang, it ended with the sickening lurch of gravity failing.

The floorboards of the sawmill, rotted by decades of damp and now weakened by the fire, groaned one last time before screaming. I felt Darius’s arm tighten around my waist—a solid, unyielding band of iron—as we plummeted through the dark. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the copper tang of my own terror.

We hit the lower level hard. Or rather, Darius hit it. He took the brunt of t
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  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    127

    DARIUS’S POVThe vault still reeked of metal and dead sea, but right then it might as well have been another planet. All I could focus on was Iris—her pulse hammering under my thumb, her skin slick and fever-hot against mine. The papers were sprawled across the desk like drunk witnesses to a crime, but they didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way she was looking at me, eyes dark and wrecked, like I was the only thing keeping her from flying apart.I had her pinned to the edge of the desk, my weight pressing her down, keeping her right here in this fucked-up moment. Whatever corporate armor we used to wear had been shredded days ago. Now it was just skin on skin, breath on breath, and this low, gnawing ache that got worse every time she said my name like a plea.“We have to move, Darius,” she whispered. Her fingers were knotted in my hair though, yanking me back down like she didn’t mean a word of it. “The files… if we don’t upload the scans now, he’ll bury us before the sun eve

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    126

    RIS’S POVThis basement didn’t feel sacred. It felt like a damp metal box someone shoved forgotten crimes into and hoped the tide would take care of the smell. Salt, old engine grease, rust. The so-called vault was just reinforced steel walls and a keypad that looked like it had seen more shady deals than confessions. No creepy old man waiting in a velvet chair. No dramatic throne. Just silence so thick my own heartbeat sounded like it was trying to escape my skull.Darius stood right behind me, close enough that his hand on my hip felt like the only thing keeping me from floating apart. He was still wired from last night, chest rising and falling too hard, skin throwing off heat like the cold down here was a personal insult. Every accidental brush of his body against mine sent a live current straight through me. Not some mystical resonance bullshit. Just plain, filthy want. The kind that makes your thighs clench without permission.“The code’s gotta be the merger date,” I whispered,

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    125

    DARIUS’S POVThe shipyard looked like God got bored and decided to leave the bones of an old empire lying around to rust. Twisted iron, salt-eaten concrete, the whole place smelled like failure and low tide. Rain hammered down in cold, spiteful sheets, washing away whatever cozy bullshit we’d had back at the brownstone. I kept my hand pressed low on Iris’s back, fingers splayed wide, steering her through the graveyard of shipping containers and splintered wood like she might vanish if I let go.My skin felt stretched too tight over bone. The raw serum had mostly burned out of my system, but it left this low, grinding hunger behind my teeth, like I’d bitten into something alive and it was still twitching. I wasn’t the monster anymore. Not really. But the closer we got to the coordinates on that damn map, the more the Bond started screaming inside my chest. Not the usual horny buzz. This was different. This was a tripwire pulled tight, waiting to snap.“The foundation’s under the old dr

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    124

    Iris’s povThe purge notification sat on the screen like a digital death warrant, the neon green text bleeding into the shadows of the room.I felt Darius’s body go rigid against mine, the warmth of the last ten minutes cooling into a hard, protective casing. The air in the brownstone, which had felt so thick with the scent of us, suddenly tasted like ozone again.I didn't close the laptop. I couldn't. I watched as the names began to flicker—accountants, fixers, mid-level managers I’d worked with for years their access codes being revoked in real-time. Silas wasn't just clearing the books; he was erasing the witnesses."He’s burning the house down while we’re still in it," I whispered, my voice sounding small in the vast, quiet kitchen.Darius didn't pull away. He tightened his grip on my waist, his fingers digging into the silk of the robe. I could feel the low, vibrating growl starting deep in his chest—a human sound, but one that carried the weight of the wolf."He’s panicking," Da

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    123

    IRIS’S POVI sat at the dining table with my laptop open, three different encrypted spreadsheets glowing against my face like neon warnings while the rest of the house stayed dark. I was wearing one of Darius’s black silk robes with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and even though the hem was pooling around my ankles in a messy heap, the heavy weight of it felt like a shield against a world that wanted me dead.In the kitchen, the steady thud-thud of a knife hitting a wooden cutting board provided a domestic rhythm that felt almost surreal after everything we’d been through, the smell of real coffee and actual food making my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with hunger."If you stare at that cell any longer, Iris, the numbers might actually start to move out of sheer intimidation," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my seat."I’m looking for the leak, Darius," I replied, my fingers flying over the keys as I squint

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    122

    DARIUS’S POVI watched Iris from the doorway of the bedroom. She was wrapped in one of my white dress shirts, the hem hitting her mid-thigh, her damp hair clinging to the curve of her neck. She had the vault map spread out on the mahogany desk, a laptop humming beside it, but her eyes were distant.She looked like a queen planning a coup, and a part of me—the part that still felt the raw, jagged edge of the serum—wanted to pull her back into the sheets and forget the world existed."The numbers don't lie, Darius," she said without turning around. Her voice was steady, but there was a tremor of exhaustion underneath it. "Silas hasn't just been hiding assets. He’s been laundering the Bond’s resonance into offshore shells. He’s using the energy we produce to stabilize the family’s stock prices. We’re literally the engine for Wolfe International."I walked over, my bare feet silent on the thick carpet. I stood behind her, my hands resting on her shoulders. She was so small compared to the

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