บททั้งหมดของ Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

DARIUS’S POV"You look like you just crawled out of a grave, and frankly, the grave would have been cleaner."Miller was standing by the open bay of the transport helicopter, his face a mask of worry that he was trying to hide behind his usual sarcasm. He looked at my shoulder, then at the blood on my face, and finally at Iris. She was still in that ruined silk robe, her hair a mess of tangles, but she was holding her head high. She looked like a queen who had just survived an assassination attempt, which wasn't far from the truth. The tropical sun was starting to peek over the horizon, turning the ocean into a sheet of hammered gold, but the heat felt cold against my skin."The grave was occupied," I said, my voice cracking as I climbed into the cabin. I slumped onto the bench, my body finally screaming in protest now that the adrenaline was fading. Every muscle felt like it had been stretched over a rack. "Did you get the money moved?""Every cent," Miller said, sliding the heavy do

DARIUS’S POV"Wake up, Darius"The voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, frozen well. I opened my eyes, and the world tilted. My head throbbed with a rhythmic, pulsing heat that made every blink feel like a needle prick. The last thing I remembered was the blinding white flash in the snow and the sound of Iris screaming my name. Now, the cold mountain air had been replaced by the smell of old paper, floor wax, and expensive cigar smoke.I tried to move my hands, but they were bound tightly behind my back with heavy zip ties. I was sitting in a high-backed wooden chair in a room that looked like a library from a century ago. Walls of dark leather books stretched up into the shadows, and a green shaded lamp sat on a desk in front of me.Across from me, sitting in the shadows, was Ethan.He wasn't wearing the heavy coat anymore. He was in a simple black sweater, looking calm and composed. He held a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a fountain pen in the other.

IRIS’S POVThe silence that followed the storm was the most dangerous part. I sat on the edge of the antique bed, the silk blanket draped over my shoulders, watching Darius as he moved toward the laptop. My body felt heavy, flooded with a warmth that defied the sub-zero temperatures outside these stone walls, but my mind was already shifting back into the cold, calculated rhythm of the audit.Darius was right. Ivy was watching. She had wanted to see us broken, or perhaps she had wanted to see us turn on each other under the pressure of the countdown. Instead, she had witnessed a total refusal to acknowledge her power."She’s going to move the deadline," I said, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. I stood up, letting the blanket slip as I reached for my clothes. I didn't care about the cameras anymore. If Ivy wanted to look at the daughter she had abandoned, she would see a woman who was no longer afraid of the dark. "She won't wait for the thirty minutes to expire. Not after that.

IRIS’S POV"Get in the car, Iris."Darius’s voice was a low, gravelly vibration that rattled straight through my bones. He stood by the open door of the black SUV, his large frame silhouetted against the smoldering ruins of my family estate. The morning mist of the pack lands was thick, heavy with the scent of wet pine, burnt timber, and the unmistakable, metallic tang of spilled blood.I didn't move. My fingers tightly gripped the edge of my torn dress, the emerald silk stained with alpine soot and the dark residue of the structural blast we had just survived. My skin was burning from the inside out. The savage, feral pulse of my newly awakened silver wolf was scratching at the surface, her golden light vibrating beneath my skin, desperate to break completely free of the broken remnants of my father's binding spell."We aren't running, Darius," I said, my voice deceptively quiet despite the storm raging in my chest. "Look at what they did. Look at what Jerome's faction did while we w

IRIS’S POV"Get away from him, Iris."My father’s voice was a frail, trembling thing compared to the thunderous roar still vibrating inside my own ribcage. Alpha Ronan stood at the very edge of the smoking courtyard, his hands trembling and his shoulders hunched deeply under the heavy weight of his dark woolen coat. He looked exactly like a man who had already buried his entire legacy in the dirt. He didn’t look like the ruthless tyrant who had locked my wolf away behind a wall of dark magic for two long decades. He looked small. He looked completely terrified.I didn't step back. My massive silver paws remained planted firmly on Jerome’s chest, the heavy weight of my shifted body pinning the rogue council commander into the sharp gravel. Every single breath I took filled my expanded senses with a rush of data I had never been allowed to process before. I could smell the sharp fear radiating off the surviving enforcers, the sour, bitter tang of my father’s deep shame, and the thick, h