All Chapters of Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IRIS’S POVIt felt like my heart was about to fall out my chest, slamming against my ribs as I tried to even out my breathing.The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the walls. The collar around my neck was tight and secure, the leather digging into my skin.My hands were tied tightly behind my back and a blindfold was over my eyes, heightening every sensation.The sound of boots softly padding across the wooden floorboards behind me had my heart jumping.He was here.For a second, the room remained silent and I angled my neck back, confused, the fabric against my eyes rubbing against my skin. Then I felt itㅡ His touch. His fingers lightly traced across my bare ass, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. “Ready for the next one, Whore?” His voice was raspy and hoarse.Whoreㅡ Not Iris Calder, the Alpha’s daughter. My father would have a heart attack if he found out his timid daughter was constantly being whipped and fucked within an inch of her

IRIS’S POV“Alpha Wolfe. We welcome you officially to the Calder pack,” My father’s voice boomed in the dining room, his gaze sweeping across the room as he raised a glass in honor of the man who sat at the opposite end of the table where I sat.“The honor is mine,” Darius muttered, raising his glass too.I had tried to read him since he got here but he was unreadableㅡ apart from the slight shock in his eyes when he saw me, he wasn’t saying anything else again to me. Not even looking at me or acknowledging him.And for some fucking reason, that bothered me.Now, hearing that voice angered me. That cool silky voice that brushed over my skin as he told me to cum for him.That low rasp that filled my ears. My stomach twisted as realization dawned on me. The man I was hooking up with was here to get married to my sister.Venus was practically glowing beside him, leaning forward so she was almost brushing up on him. “I hope the journey wasn’t too exhausting, Alpha. Our roads are rather… wi

DARIUS’S POVMy breath hitched, and the easy smirk that had lingered on my face after leaving Iris snapped off like a broken lock.Conrick.He stood at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, his expression flat, unforgiving, and dangerously knowing. His eyes, the color of wet slate, immediately flickered from my face down to my waist where I was still trying to discreetly zip up my pants. I might as well have been wearing a flashing neon sign that read, Just Fucked the Alpha’s Daughter.“Alpha,” Conrick said, his voice void of any warmth. He didn't use the full title, just the simple address, which in our pack's language was a clear sign of displeasure and a warning of insubordination. He took a slow, deliberate step toward me. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost on the way back to the study.”I straightened my jacket, forcing my composure back into place. My wolf, usually a disciplined animal, was still thrumming with the high of a forbidden claim, making my mov

IRIS’S POVThe screams started high and sharp, then turned into ragged snarls.The security guard on the intercom had barely finished his sentence about the perimeter breach before Darius was gone. He didn’t run; he simply moved, his speed tearing the air out of the office.I stood there, file still in hand, listening to the destruction. Glass shattered somewhere far away. The frantic thudding of my heart matched the heavy sounds of bodies hitting the ground outside.Alpha Ronan’s order was clear: Stay hidden.But I couldn't. I couldn't just stand in the silent office while the pack house turned into a war zone. I wasn't brave, but I wasn't a coward either. I was an Alpha’s daughter. I knew how to bandage a wound.I grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and ran.The guest wing opened into the back hall, and the smell hit me first: blood, fear, and the aggressive musk of strange wolves mixed with the powerful, familiar scent of Darius.The courtyard was a nightmare. Our guards were

IRIS’S POVConrick’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