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IRIS’S POVThe Calder Pack House had become a tangled maze of whispers and stiff, slate-grey uniforms, and every time I crossed a hallway, the Wolfe guards tracked me with their eyes.It wasn't the predatory, carnal hunger that Darius always showed me, but rather the wary, sharp respect one gives to a live wire that might snap and burn everything down at any moment.I kept myself mostly in the east wing because it was the only part of this massive fortress that felt slightly less like a battlefield, and I spent my hours submerged in the digital archives until the blue light of the monitor reflected in my eyes and made them ache with a dull, throbbing heat.I wasn't just performing a simple audit for the new Alpha anymore, because as the numbers began to bleed into names and dates, I realized I was actually performing an autopsy on my father’s dying legacy.The truth was a heavy, cold thing that settled in my lungs like ash, and I discovered that the "Suppression Project" hadn't just b

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DARIUS’S POVThe elevator ride down to the sub-level holding cells was a descent into a different kind of hell. The air grew colder, stripped of the lavender and cedar of the upper floors, replaced by the scent of wet concrete and ozone.Iris stood beside me, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was wearing a high-necked black sweater today, looking like a mourning shadow. She hadn't spoken since we left the breakfast table. The tension between us was a physical cord, stretched so thin it vibrated with every breath."She’s in Cell Four," I said, my voice echoing off the metallic walls. "The glass is reinforced. She can’t touch you, but she can hear everything. If she starts her games, we leave. Immediately."Iris finally looked at me, her green eyes hard. "I can handle her, Darius.""You haven't seen her since she had a needle in your neck," I reminded her. "The girl you grew up with is gone. What’s left is the animal Ronan built."The elevator doors hissed open. Conrick was

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IRIS’S POVThe basement lab didn't smell like a hospital. It smelled like my childhood—a sterile, sickly-sweet scent that had always lingered in the back of my throat after tea with my father.Watching the Wolfe soldiers smash the glass vats felt like a slow-motion exorcism. Blue and amber liquids swirled together on the concrete floor, neutralized by the heavy foam they were spraying.Darius stood behind me. He didn't speak. He just existed in my space, his presence a heavy, velvet weight that made the air feel thick. Every time I shifted, I felt the heat of his body radiating through my sweater. He was so close that if I leaned back an inch, my head would rest against his chest."Is it enough?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble near my ear."It’s a start," I whispered.I turned around, and the breath left my lungs. He hadn't moved back. I was trapped between the cold, destroyed lab and the furnace of his body. He was looking down at me, his eyes hooded, the gold in his iris

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DARIUS’S POVThe messenger’s note was nothing but curling black ash in the fireplace of my study, but the words had already branded themselves onto the back of my eyelids. Jerome was a dead man walking and he just didn't know it yet, but the mere thought of the threat he posed to Iris had stripped away the last of my fragile control. The wolf wasn't just pacing behind my ribs anymore, it was clawing at the back of my throat and demanding that I claim what was mine before the world tried to snatch it away from me again. I didn't go to the perimeter to check the guards, and I didn't seek out Conrick for a tactical briefing, instead, I went straight to her.I found her in my bedroom, a place she had no business being, but she had moved through the house like a silent ghost seeking the one sanctuary that smelled most like me. She was standing by the tall, arched windows and the moonlight caught the silver shimmer of her tears, illuminating the pale, smooth curve of her shoulders in the da

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IRIS’S POVThe morning sun didn't feel like a blessing when it finally arrived, instead, it felt like an unwanted intruder that was forcing its way into our sanctuary. It cut through the heavy, velvet curtains in long, sharp lines of gold, and the light acted like a spotlight that showed exactly how much of a mess we had made of the room and ourselves during the night.I stayed perfectly still with my eyes closed, feeling my body sink into the expensive mattress as if I were made of lead, and I could feel a dull, pulsing ache in my hips that reminded me of every move Darius had made.There was a lingering heat between my legs that wouldn't go away, and the scent of him was everywhere—it was in the sheets, in my hair, and on my skin—smelling of dark wood, expensive scotch, and the raw, masculine power of a man who had finally taken what he wanted.Darius was a solid wall of radiating heat against my back, and his arm felt like a heavy, protective anchor draped over my waist with his ha

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DARIUS’S POVThe meeting was in ten minutes, but I couldn't move.I stood by the edge of the bed, watching Iris get ready.The power I felt after taking her was a dark, intoxicating hum in my blood, but seeing her move through my room was even better.She reached for her clothes on the floor. I watched her muscles move under her skin, the pale curves of her back marked by the faint red shadows of my hands from the night before."Don't put that suit back on yet," I said, my voice still thick.She stopped, holding her charcoal blazer against her chest. She looked at me over her shoulder, her green eyes bright and defiant. "We have to be professional, Darius. The council won't respect an Alpha who spends all morning in bed."I walked over to her, my boots silent on the rug. I didn't stop until I was right behind her. I reached out, my hands sliding over her shoulders, pushing the blazer out of her grip until it hit the floor again.I wanted her to feel the difference between a suit and m

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IRIS’S POVThe walk from the bedroom to the grand conference hall felt like a procession through a minefield. My legs were heavy, and there was a faint, persistent throb between my thighs that reminded me of the mahogany desk and the way Darius had just claimed me again. Every time the silk of my underwear brushed against my sensitized skin, my breath hitched.I looked professional. My hair was pinned back in a tight, elegant knot, and my charcoal blazer was buttoned up to my throat, hiding the fresh marks on my collarbone. But underneath the wool and silk, I was a map of his possession.Darius walked half a pace ahead of me. He hadn't bothered to straighten his hair; it was still messy from my fingers, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the powerful cords of his forearms. He didn't look like a man going to a meeting. He looked like a man who had already won the war and was just arriving to collect the taxes.As we reached the double oak doors, the two Wolfe guard

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DARIUS’S POVThe heavy double doors to the conference hall hadn't even fully latched behind us before I lost my grip on my restraint. I grabbed Iris by the waist and slammed her back against the corridor wall so hard the dull thud echoed like a gunshot in the empty hallway.I didn't care if the council heard us through the wood, and I definitely didn't care about the guards standing like stone statues at the end of the hall. The wolf in my chest was absolutely roaring, fueled by a messy mix of pure, unadulterated pride and a terrifying, bone-deep fury that made my vision tilt."What the hell was that, Iris?" I growled, my voice coming out as a low, dangerous vibration. I pinned her there, my hands framing her face while my thumbs pressed firmly into the soft, velvet skin of her jaw, forcing her to look at me. I was vibrating with the need to shake her and kiss her all at once.Iris didn't even flinch. She just looked up at me with those piercing green eyes—they were clear, sharp, and

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IRIS’S POVThe clock on the wall was a rhythmic executioner. Every tick brought us closer to midnight, closer to a border where blood would surely be spilled. I sat on the edge of the bed, the silk of my slip feeling like a thin, useless layer of protection. My skin felt overly sensitive, still humming from the way Darius had handled me earlier, but my mind was a cold, dark place.I wasn't just a daughter or an accountant anymore. I was a target. And the weight of that truth was a physical pressure in my chest.The heavy door to the suite opened. Darius didn't walk in; he invaded the space. He had changed into tactical black, the dark fabric clinging to the broad expanse of his shoulders and the thick muscles of his thighs. He looked like death's chosen soldier, but when his golden eyes landed on me, they softened into something far more dangerous."You’re shaking," he said. His voice was a low vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards and up into my heels."I’m not," I

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DARIUS’S POVThe world didn't end with a bang. It ended with the sound of a thumb clicking a plastic button.Everything happened in a heartbeat. I didn't think, i moved. The wolf in my blood screamed, a roar of pure, unfiltered panic that overrode every tactical bone in my body. I didn't care about the bridge. I didn't care about the Jerome loyalists. I only cared about the heat of the woman standing beside me.I lunged for Iris, my arm hooking around her waist as the first charge beneath the bridge ignited.The explosion was a wall of orange fire and white-hot pressure. It slammed into us, a physical fist that tossed us backward like dolls. I twisted in mid-air, tucking Iris’s head against my chest and wrapping my body around hers, taking the brunt of the impact as we hit the frozen earth.The ground shook. The sound was deafening—a jagged, metallic scream of twisting steel and crumbling stone."Iris!" I roared, the name tearing out of my throat as the dust settled.She was beneath m

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