Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

DARIUS’S POVThe room was cooling down, but I didn't want to move. I stayed pinned to her, my chest heavy against hers, listening to the way her breathing finally slowed from those frantic gasps into a steady, sleeping rhythm. For the first time in days, the constant, metallic taste of fear in the back of my throat was gone, replaced by the scent of her skin—salt, sweat, and the faint, sweet trace of the soap from the vault.I was a rogue. I had no territory, no soldiers, and a price on my head that could buy a small city. But as I felt Iris shift beneath me, her fingers curling loosely into the hair at the nape of my neck, I didn't feel like a man who had lost. I felt like I had finally found the ground beneath my feet.I pulled back just enough to look at her. In the dim moonlight, she looked so small against the dark furs. There was a bruise on her shoulder I hadn't noticed before—a yellowing mark from when the Enforcers had grabbed her. Seeing it made a low, dark growl vibrate in

DARIUS’S POVThe heat of our bodies was still damp on the air, the scent of our skin thick and heavy in the cramped stone room, but the world had just turned to ice.I didn't let Iris go. I shifted my weight, shielding her naked body with mine, my hand slowly reaching for the knife I’d left on the table. But the man in the shadows didn’t flinch.Arthur Calder. The man who had sold his daughters for a seat at a table that didn't exist. He looked like a ghost—thin, his suit hanging off a frame that had been ravaged by stress and greed. But the hand holding the pistol was steady."Don't, Darius," Arthur said, his voice as dry as dead leaves. "I know how fast you are. But this isn't a wolf's fight. This is chemistry.""You sold her," I growled, the sound vibrating through my chest and into Iris’s back. "You watched Silas take her. You watched Jerome break her.""I protected the asset!" Arthur snapped, a flash of the old, arrogant man appearing in his eyes. "Jerome wanted her dead because

DARIUS’S POVThe sex had been a tactical necessity, a way to anchor my soul before the storm, but the lingering heat of Iris’s skin was a distraction I couldn't afford. My body felt light, the jagged edge of my nerves smoothed out, but my wolf was still pacing, sensing the wrongness in the air.The sound was what stopped me. A rhythmic, wet thud. It wasn't one heart; it was a collective pulse, vibrating through the damp stone and the rusted iron of the sawmill’s foundation."Darius," Iris whispered, her hand tightening in mine. She was wrapped in my coat again, but she stood taller now, the vulnerability of the vault replaced by a cold, sharp focus. "That’s not a natural frequency. It sounds like... machinery mimicking life.""Stay behind me," I said, my voice dropping into that low, lethal register.We moved deeper into the sub-level. The air down here was thick with the scent of stagnant water and something sickly sweet—the tincture, but concentrated. It hung in the air like a physi

DARIUS’S POVThe change didn't feel like a shift. A shift was a homecoming—a familiar, bone-cracking transition into a power I had spent my life mastering. This was a violation. It felt like someone had poured boiling acid into my veins and told me to enjoy the burn.The violet light pulsing beneath the skin of my forearms had a rhythm to it, a heartbeat that wasn't mine, perfectly synchronized with the mechanical humming of the helicopters circling above us like vultures. My vision started to fracture, the edges of the world bleeding into a hazy, predatory red that made everything look like a target."Darius!"Iris’s voice was the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing me whole. She was standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with a terror that cut straight through the chemical fog in my brain. I could smell her—the salt of her skin, the lingering, intoxicating scent of our lovemaking—but under it was something new. Something the infection inside me recognized.The catalyst

DARIUS’S POVThe silence was the loudest thing in the forest. For the first time in my life, the world didn't hum with the frequency of the pack. I couldn't hear the heartbeat of the trees or the whispered movements of the shifters in the brush. I was deaf, blind, and functionally broken. I was just a man.And I had never felt more dangerous.I stood up, my muscles screaming in a way that felt entirely too mortal. I felt the weight of the air, the bite of the cold, and the sharp, jagged edge of my own heartbeat. Beside me, Iris was a trembling line of defiance, her eyes fixed on the man who had traded her childhood for a seat on the Council."Arthur," I said, my voice no longer a rumble of thunder, but a dry, biting snap. "I’d say it’s good to see you, but I’ve had more pleasant encounters with a stomach virus."My father-in-law didn't flinch. He adjusted his glasses, looking at me with the clinical boredom of a man checking a decimal point. "You’re a civilian now, Darius. No teeth, n