All Chapters of Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

IRIS'S POVI was a ghost.A walking, breathing shell of a woman whose entire existence had been reduced to a single, primal truth: I was claimed.I had showered three times, scrubbed my skin until it was raw, and used up half a bottle of my mother’s expensive, cloyingly sweet rose perfume—the one Venus loved. But the smell of the secure vault was still in my lungs, mixed with the thick, dominant musk of Darius. It clung to me, a deep, persistent ache beneath the superficial layer of floral deception.The physical exhaustion was profound. Two days of intense financial maneuvers followed by brutal, non-stop sex had left my muscles weak, my eyes heavy, and my core still tender from the expansive, tight pressure of his knot. But the mental exhaustion was worse. I felt split—the calm, calculating accountant who saved the pack’s assets, and the whimpering, desperate whore who chose sex over duty.I walked into the Calder Industries annex, the headquarters for my father’s human-facing busine

IRIS'S POVThe next morning, the mark was screaming. It wasn't just a bruise; it was a dark, purple-red stain that stretched across the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder. It was deep, precise, and impossible to hide, a savage reminder of Darius’s possession etched into my flesh. Every time I moved, the fabric of my clothing chafed the wound, sending sharp, electric reminders of the previous night’s brutality and ecstasy straight to my core.I spent an hour in front of the mirror, piling on makeup—Venus's own expensive, thick concealers—but the effort was futile. The bite mark was too profound, too visibly aggressive to be mistaken for a simple injury. It looked exactly like what it was: a dominant Alpha’s claim.I finally gave up, settling on a heavy silk scarf that, instead of concealing the injury, seemed to draw more attention to the region. I was walking a wire, betting everything on Darius’s hastily constructed lie: that the mark was a scar from a rogue wolf he had fou

IRIS'S POVThe silence was deafening. After Darius had left for the board meeting, commanding me to lock myself in my room, the walls of the pack house felt like a cage. The absence of his scent, usually a heavy, dominant cloud around me, was a suffocating void. He had commanded separation, but what he achieved was a form of exquisite torture.Every minute I spent alone, the desire he had ignited and then cruelly starved grew into a desperate, gnawing need. He hadn't just postponed our meeting; he had left me vibrating with unfulfilled command, tethered by the brutal promise of "begging" tomorrow night.I paced my luxurious prison, the plush carpet mocking the frantic energy in my limbs. I touched the mark on my neck—still angry and throbbing beneath the silk scarf. It was the physical manifestation of my guilt and my deepest pleasure. The knowledge that Darius wore the political lie of that mark into the boardroom, using my damaged flesh to solidify his power, was almost as arousing

IRIS'S POVThe shattered crystal on the floor glittered under the low light, a testament to Venus’s terrifying, absolute fury. She knew. She had seen the mark, heard the lie crumble, and promised to dismantle my life brick by painful brick. I was locked in my room, not by my own choice, but by Darius’s command, yet his absence was the very thing leaving me exposed.I was curled on the chaise, trembling, the silk scarf discarded, letting the cold air hit the throbbing mark on my neck. The pain felt grounding; the terror felt endless. I needed him to save me, but the Alpha was busy saving the pack.It was hours after Venus had left, the pack house settling into a tense, uneasy quiet. I hadn't moved, waiting for the inevitable consequences of her discovery. I knew she wouldn’t wait for the wedding. She would strike now, finding some political lever or social humiliation to destroy me.The sound that finally broke the silence was not a knock, nor a scream. It was the heavy, controlled thu

DARIUS'S POVThe scent of my wolf’s triumph lingered in the sunroom.I had left Iris standing in the white silk, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and the nascent, dangerous hope that I was willing to risk everything for her. The public, coded claiming was necessary. She needed to know her protection was absolute, and Venus needed to know the cost of touching my possession.I finished the perimeter discussion with Alpha Ronan quickly, my mind already elsewhere. The financial merger was secured. The wedding date was firm. My immediate focus shifted entirely to damage control and control.I found Conrick in the secondary study, reviewing security logs. He looked up, his expression grim.“The confinement is holding, Alpha,” Conrick reported, without preamble. “Venus is in the East Wing. She is enraged, but silent. She knows she is being watched. She demanded to see her father, but Alpha Ronan is occupied with the security review.”“Good,” I said, stripping off my formal jacket and rol