All Chapters of Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

KAI’S POVThe shower in the loft was a brutal, high-pressure affair, the kind of plumbing that felt like it was trying to peel the last twenty-four hours of filth and failure right off my skin. I stood under the steaming spray with my forehead pressed hard against the cold, white subway tile, watching the water swirl down the drain in a thick, grey-black spiral. Ash from the sub-basement, soot from the exploding tanks, and that lingering, phantom scent of lilies—I wanted every molecule of it gone. I wanted to scrub the Wolfe legacy out of my very pores until there was nothing left but the man underneath the name.Iris was leaning against the frosted glass door, her silhouette a sharp, distracting curve through the steam that made my pulse thud in my ears. She hadn't even stepped into the water yet; she was too busy hunched over the decrypted map on her tablet, her mind already three moves ahead of the ticking clock on the wall. She was in full "auditor mode," and even through the glas

DARIUS’S POVThe Gilded Cage didn’t just smell like money; it smelled like the kind of absolute, sickening desperation that only the top 0.1% can actually afford. It was a thick, suffocating mix of vintage champagne, heavy designer perfumes that cost more than a car, and the metallic tang of hidden agendas. The grand ballroom was a swirling sea of moving masks—porcelain dolls with frozen smiles, golden lions with bared teeth, and skeletal birds that looked like they’d flown straight out of a gothic nightmare. They were all swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm to a string quartet that was playing a haunting, slowed-down version of a pop song that sounded more like a funeral march than a party anthem.I could feel the heavy silver wolf mask pressing against my cheekbones, a cold, metallic weight that felt strangely comforting. In this charcoal suit, with the silk tie knotted perfectly at my throat, I felt more like my true, jagged self than I ever had before. The mask wasn't a disguise; i

KAI’S POVThe shift in the ballroom was instantaneous. One second, I was leaning my weight against a cold marble pillar, spinning a glass of vintage poison and trading sharp barbs with a man who actually thought he owned the sky, the next, the very air in the "Gilded Cage" turned freezing. It wasn’t the natural "mountain cold" of the Sanctuary, but the sharp, clinical chill of a massive system failure.Sterling’s golden eagle mask tilted to the side, his gloved hand flying to the earpiece hidden beneath his slicked-back silver hair. His eyes, visible through the narrow slits of the gold mask, went from predatory arrogance to sheer, unadulterated panic in the span of a single heartbeat."The resonance gate," he hissed, his voice no longer a dry, papery chuckle but a jagged edge of terror. "Someone just breached the sub-level cellar. It’s the Wolfe signature on the scanner, but it’s... it’s distorted. It’s spiking.""Maybe your expensive sensors are just as outdated as your pathetic bus

DARIUS’S POVThe elevator doors hissed open on the twelfth floor and honestly the second I stepped out I knew everything had changed because that clean clinical hospital smell was just totally gone and replaced by this super heavy pressurized atmosphere.Tasted like sucking on a copper penny or an old battery and the lighting wasn't even flickering normally anymore it was doing this slow throb that matched the terrifying thud of the heart in my chest like the entire building was having a panic attackIris was right there next to me her hand a frantic grounding pressure on my bicep and I didn't even need her to point out the disaster waiting for us because the hallway was a total tactical bottleneck with six guys in SEC windbreakers standing at the far end holding submachine guns instead of clipboards and they were hiding behind these huge black ballistic barriers like they were expecting a literal warThen I saw Ethan through the reinforced glass and it was so haunting because he was

DARIUS’S POVThe inside of the SUV felt like a tight dark box. The only light came from the soft green glow of the dashboard and quick flashes of lightning that made the world outside look sharp and black and white. Heavy rain pounded hard against the windshield. It sounded like constant drum beats that covered the noise of the tires rolling fast on the Long Island Expressway.Next to me Iris sat quiet like a ghost wrapped in shiny emerald silk. She had put my spare trench coat over her shoulders but it could not hide the way her hands shook while she held that old leather ledger tight. She was not watching the road at all. Her eyes stayed fixed on the empty spaces between the lines in her family history.He was always too quiet Darius she whispered. Her voice sounded soft and broken in the darkness. My brother. Even before the accident. I thought that was just how he was made. I never knew he was being emptied inside to leave space for this.He is still in there Iris I said. My voice