บททั้งหมดของ Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

DARIUS’S POVI was perched on a narrow maintenance catwalk forty feet above the Great Hall of the Metropolitan Museum. The air up here was hot and smelled of dust and ancient stone. Below me, the True Council’s Gala was a sea of black ties, silk robes, and shimmering champagne flutes. From this height, they didn't look like the masters of the world. They looked like ants scurrying around a sugar cube.I adjusted the earpiece. My hand was steady, but my body was still humming with the memory of the night before. Every time I shifted my weight, I felt the phantom pull of the muscles I’d worked to the point of exhaustion. Being human meant the fatigue stayed in your bones, but it also meant the stakes were real. If I fell now, I didn't have a wolf to catch me."She’s through the first perimeter," Marcus’s voice crackled in my ear. "The guards didn't even blink. They think she’s a late-arriving donor. You really picked a winner, Wolfe. She walks like she owns the gravity in the room."I l

DARIUS’S POVThe warehouse was basically a tomb of cold concrete and the constant, annoying hum of cooling fans, but the cot in the corner was a furnace because Iris was asleep in my arms, and her breathing was deep and even for the first time in literal days. I stayed awake for a long time just staring at the grey light filtering through those high, barred windows and thinking about how everything had changed, and my body felt so heavy and slow with a dull ache sitting in my shoulders and my lower back which was just a human souvenir of the Gala. But even with the physical pain, my mind was stuck on one name that felt like a splinter I couldn't pull out.Dante.I’d heard Iris whisper it in the van while we were escaping, and there was a tone in her voice that wasn't exactly fear, but it was a recognition that tasted like a dark secret, and it made my blood boil. I carefully untangled myself from her, making sure to tuck the blanket around her shoulders so she wouldn't get cold, and s

DARIUS’S POVThe tunnels beneath Wall Street smelled of damp concrete and ancient electricity. We were moving through a maintenance corridor that hadn't seen a lightbulb since the seventies. It was tight, the walls pressing in on us, slick with a black moisture that looked like oil.Iris was walking ahead of me, her flashlight cutting a narrow path through the dark. I watched the way she moved—the slight, careful hitch in her step, the way she winced when she had to climb over a rusted pipe. My chest tightened. I knew exactly why she was sore. I knew the weight of my own hands on her hips from the night before, and the way I’d pinned her to the wall in the warehouse.The jealousy wasn't gone. It was sitting in my gut like a lead weight, cold and heavy. Every time I thought about Dante calling her Ace, every time I imagined him looking at her across a computer screen ten years ago, I wanted to put my fist through a wall."Stop staring at my back, Darius," Iris whispered. Her voice echo

DARIUS’S POVThe freezing mist had settled into a thin, biting frost on the floor, and my lungs felt like they’d been scrubbed with steel wool. But as the air cleared, the only thing I cared about was the weight of Iris in my arms. She was shivering, her skin pale and dusted with ice, but those green eyes were wide open and fixed on the pathetic excuse for a man cowering behind the mahogany desk.I set her down slowly. My legs were shaky, a human weakness I hated, but the sight of Dante Moretti trying to regain his dignity was a better stimulant than any silver serum."You look a little cold, Moretti," I said, my voice a rough, jagged rasp. "I thought you were the one who liked to keep things clinical."Dante stood up, smoothing the front of his designer suit. He was trembling, a fine vibration of pure, unadulterated fear that he couldn't hide with a smirk anymore. "This is a temporary setback. You think a few rogue shifters and a breach charge can stop Aethelgard? I’m the bank, Wolfe

DARIUS’S POVThe weight of Iris beneath me was the only thing keeping me anchored to the earth. Her skin was a fever against mine, her breath coming in those short, broken gasps that usually cleared every thought from my head. But as I felt her body go stiff, her fingers digging into my shoulders with a sudden, frantic tension, I knew the world had caught up to us again.I followed her gaze to the window. Sixty floors down, the man on the sidewalk was a speck, but he was a speck that radiated a familiar, suffocating authority. Even through the reinforced glass, I could feel the hum of his presence. It wasn't the erratic, jagged power of the Council. It was steady. It was old."Gold eyes," Iris whispered, her voice trembling. "Darius, nobody has gold eyes unless the Union was perfected decades ago."I pulled away from her, the sudden absence of her heat making the room feel like a tomb. I grabbed my trousers from the floor, my movements sharp and jagged. "My father used to tell stories