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Author: Lumi Walker
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IRIS’S POV

Conrick’s warning still echoed in my ears, The burden is yours.

I spent the morning running the numbers, but my mind was focused on one thing: escape. I had to create a reason to move my work out of the guest wing and away from Darius's constant, suffocating closeness.

I found the excuse in the oldest, messiest paper ledger. It was a physical record of accounts from years ago, crucial for the merger but too fragile to move easily.

I waited until Darius arrived in the guest office later that afternoon. He looked rested, powerful, and utterly dangerous in his tailored black suit.

"We need to focus on the corporate investigation now, not just the rogue attack," he stated, his voice cool and businesslike. "Jerome is using the human press against your father."

"I know," I replied, standing up straight. "But I have a problem."

I led him to the far corner of the room where a dusty metal safe was bolted to the floor. Inside was the large, brittle ledger.

"This is the core record fo
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  • 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

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    57

    IRIS’S POVThe world was no longer solid. It was a fluid, rushing nightmare of grey shadows and the rhythmic, metallic heartbeat of an engine. I was floating in a sea of static, my lungs feeling as though they were filled with crushed glass. Every time I tried to pull in a breath, the sweetness of the tincture bloomed in the back of my throat, a ghost of the poison that was currently systematically dismantling my nervous system.I knew I was dying. The data was clear. This second exposure, so close to the adrenaline crash, was a mathematical certainty of respiratory failure.And yet, I felt warm.I was anchored to something massive and hot. A steady, thundering pulse was vibrating against my ear, and the scent of woodsmoke and rain-damp leather was the only thing keeping the grey fog from swallowing me entirely.Darius.I tried to open my eyes, but the lids were fused shut by the weight of the drug. I could hear his voice—not the cold, commanding Alpha I had first met, but something r

  • Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha    56

    DARIUS’S POVThe sound of that hiss—the sweet, chemical death of the tincture was the loudest sound I had ever heard. It drowned out the wind, the gunfire downstairs, and the blood roaring in my ears.Time didn't slow down; it fractured.I saw the man’s hand on Iris’s throat. I saw the white vapor clouding around her face, the way her emerald eyes instantly lost their focus, turning glassy and distant. My soul didn't just scream; it tore in half.I didn't use the gun. A bullet was too clean, too fast for the man who was stealing her breath.I was across the room in a blur of movement that defied the limits of my own anatomy. I slammed into the assassin, my weight hitting him with the force of a falling mountain. We tumbled across the hardwood, away from the bed, but I didn't let him go. I didn't just want him off her; I wanted him erased from existence.I pinned him to the floor, my hands finding his head. There was no mercy, no restraint. The wolf had taken the wheel, fueled by a pri

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