All Chapters of Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

IRIS’S POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind us, the world fell away. The brownstone was freezing, but I didn't care. I needed the shower. I needed the smell of the facility and the mountain dirt off my skin.I was standing under the spray, the water scalding hot, when the glass door slid open. Darius didn't ask. He didn't have to. The air in the small marble enclosure instantly spiked with his heat, the steam thickening until I could barely see his face.He stepped in behind me, his hands finding my waist. His touch was heavy, his palms rough against my wet skin. I leaned my head back against his chest, a long, shaky breath escaping me."We’re home," I whispered, the word feeling strange and fragile."For now," he rasped. His mouth found the damp curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin in a way that made my knees weak. "Turn around, Iris."I turned, my back hitting the cold tile while the hot water drummed against his shoulders. He looked like a man who had walked thro

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

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

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