All Chapters of Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IRIS’S POVThe sound of the hiss was the sound of my childhood dying.I recognized that smell instantly—the cloying, artificial sweetness of the tincture. It was thicker than the air, a heavy, invisible fog that began to coil around our ankles in the cramped darkness of the cave. My lungs seized, not from the gas itself yet, but from the sheer, paralyzing terror of what it represented."Darius," I choked out, my hands tightening on his shoulders.He was already reacting. His body, which had been a warm, solid sanctuary only seconds ago, began to shudder. I felt the muscles in his arms twitch violently, his grip on me faltering as the neuro-suppressant began to attack his wolf. The gold in his eyes flickered, the light dying out as the black of his pupils expanded, swallowed by the drug."Out," he rasped, his voice sounding like it was being dragged through gravel. "Iris... get out.""I'm not leaving you!"I slid down his body, my feet hitting the cold stone. I grabbed his hand, trying

IRIS’S POVThe first thing I felt was the white. It wasn’t just a color; it was a total mood, and not a good one. It was this cold, sterile blankness that pressed against my eyelids until they felt like they were made of literal lead. My heart felt like a bruised muscle, beating with a slow, heavy thud that echoed in my ears like a drum kit played by someone with zero rhythm. Every breath was a struggle, honestly, as if my lungs had just decided to forget the basic mechanics of air and go on strike.I tried to move my hand, but my fingers were definitely not taking orders from my brain. I was just floating in a sea of medicinal smells—bleach, ozone, and that sharp metallic scent that always screams 'congratulations, you've survived a disaster.'"Iris?"The voice was a low, jagged rumble that vibrated right through the mattress. It pulled me toward the surface of the white fog. I forced my eyes open, though the fluorescent lights above me felt like tiny needles being poked into my reti

IRIS’S POVThe heat in the room vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp dread that felt like a bucket of ice water over my skin. Darius didn't pull away immediately. He stayed over me for one long, agonizing heartbeat, his muscles coiled like a spring about to snap. His golden eyes were no longer filled with desire; they were fixed on the door with a lethal, singular focus.He shifted, sliding off me and reaching for the heavy pistol on the nightstand in one fluid, silent motion. I scrambled to pull the wool coat back around my shoulders, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grip the fabric. The lingering warmth between my legs felt like a cruel joke compared to the threat standing just a few inches of cedar away."Stay behind the bed," Darius whispered. It wasn't a suggestion. It was the voice of a man who was already calculating how many bodies he would have to pile up to keep me breathing."Alpha?" Conrick’s voice came again, steady and eerie. "We need to move. Now."Darius did

IRIS’S POVThe world was no longer solid. It was a fluid, rushing nightmare of grey shadows and the rhythmic, metallic heartbeat of an engine. I was floating in a sea of static, my lungs feeling as though they were filled with crushed glass. Every time I tried to pull in a breath, the sweetness of the tincture bloomed in the back of my throat, a ghost of the poison that was currently systematically dismantling my nervous system.I knew I was dying. The data was clear. This second exposure, so close to the adrenaline crash, was a mathematical certainty of respiratory failure.And yet, I felt warm.I was anchored to something massive and hot. A steady, thundering pulse was vibrating against my ear, and the scent of woodsmoke and rain-damp leather was the only thing keeping the grey fog from swallowing me entirely.Darius.I tried to open my eyes, but the lids were fused shut by the weight of the drug. I could hear his voice—not the cold, commanding Alpha I had first met, but something r

IRIS’S POVThe silence was the first thing that broke me.It wasn’t the absence of noise; it was a heavy, suffocating blanket that pressed against my eardrums until I could hear the frantic, uneven thud of my own heart. In the White Vault, there were no windows, no clocks, and no shadows. Everything was a blinding, seamless ivory—the walls, the floor, even the thin, paper-like gown they had forced me into.I sat on the edge of a platform that served as a bed, my toes curling against the floor. It was too smooth, too perfect. It felt like standing on a sheet of bone.My body felt hollow. The neutralizer had saved my life, but it had left me feeling like a ghost haunting my own skin. The electric buzz of the adrenaline was gone, replaced by a cold, leaden ache in my joints and a persistent trembling in my hands that I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I gripped my own knees.I closed my eyes, trying to summon the memory of the rain, the smell of damp earth, and the weight of Darius’s ar