บททั้งหมดของ Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

IRIS’S POVThe world was gray. Not the clean, clinical gray of a skyscraper office, but the thick, choking gray of pulverized stone and ancient dust. My lungs felt like they were coated in velvet, every breath a shallow, burning struggle.I couldn't feel my legs. For a terrifying second, I thought I was paralyzed, but then the weight shifted. A massive, staggering heat was pressed against my side, shielding me from the jagged remains of a fallen beam."Darius?" I croaked. My voice was a ghost of itself, lost in the settling silence of the ruins.The heat moved. A low, vibrating sound—somewhere between a groan and a snarl—rumbled through the chest pressed against mine. Darius pulled back, and as the dust cleared, I saw him.He wasn't the man I had shared a bed with hours ago. His skin was the color of bruised thunder, and his eyes—the eyes that had looked at me with such sharp, human jealousy—were now glowing with a steady, haunting silver light. The Sovereign Bond hadn't just saved us

IRIS’S POVThe library felt like it was shrinking, the walls of rotting books closing in as the floorboards in the hallway shrieked under a heavy, deliberate weight. I stayed pinned beneath Darius, the heat of our bodies still cooling, the iron box clutched against my chest like a shield. My heart was a frantic bird hammering against my ribs, but the rest of my body felt heavy, drugged by the sheer intensity of what we’d just done.The air in the room changed. It lost the scent of cedar and musk, replaced by the sharp, sterile smell of ozone and expensive tobacco."You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Iris."The voice didn't come from a speaker or a screen. It was real, vibrating through the stagnant air of my family home. Darius was off me in a heartbeat, a low, guttural snarl ripping from his chest as he stood between me and the open doorway. He didn't have a weapon, but with the silver markings glowing under his skin and his eyes fixed in a predatory stare, he didn't need

IRIS’S POVThe silence of the Calder estate wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, like a wet wool blanket pressing against my skin. Now that the silver hum had stopped vibrating in my teeth, the world felt too quiet, too still. I sat on the edge of the mahogany bed in the master suite, the silk of my robe slipping off one shoulder. My body was a mess of sensations—the lingering ache in my hips, the phantom heat of Darius’s hands, and the terrifying lightness of being just... me.Darius was across the room, stoking the fire. He was still shirtless, the muscles of his back rippling with every movement. Without the silver glow, he looked smaller, more mortal, and somehow twice as dangerous."You're staring again," he said, not turning around. His voice was a low, rough velvet that made the hair on my arms stand up."I’m an accountant, Darius. I’m analyzing the assets," I said, my voice finally finding that familiar, dry edge. "And right now, the asset looks like he’s about to collapse."He drop

IRIS’S POVThe iron box sat on the floorboards like a discarded heart, but the heat coming off it was unmistakable. It wasn't the violent, jagged heat of the silver injection; it was a low, steady thrum that felt ancient. It felt like an anchor.I pulled my robe tighter around my body, the silk feeling cold against my skin. The soreness in my hips flared as I stood up, a sharp reminder of how Darius had spent the last hour trying to erase my ghosts with his own hands. Every muscle I owned felt heavy, worked-over, and strangely sensitive to the drafty air of the bedroom."Darius, don't touch it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He was already standing over it, his shadow stretching long across the dusty floor. He looked at the box with a mixture of suspicion and a dark, quiet fascination. The silver markings on his arms had faded into pale, jagged scars, but the way he carried himself—the protective coil of his shoulders—was still all Alpha."It should be cold, Iris," he raspe

IRIS’S POVThe morning didn't bring clarity; it only brought a deeper shade of gray. I lay in the center of the massive oak bed, the heavy velvet curtains drawn shut against a world I no longer recognized. My body felt like it had been through a slow-motion wreck. The soreness in my hips and the dull thrum in my lower back weren't just the results of the night we’d spent tangled together—it was a deep, systemic ache that made every breath feel like an effort.Darius was gone from the bed, but the indentation of his body was still warm. I could hear him in the en-suite bathroom, the sound of water splashing against the porcelain a sharp, human contrast to the eerie silence of the Calder estate.I rolled onto my side, wincing as the movement pulled at the sensitive skin of my thighs. My robe was crumpled on the floor, a discarded silk skin. I looked at my hands, tracing the faint blue veins in my wrists. I felt hollowed out, but simultaneously heavy, as if the air in this house was slowl