บททั้งหมดของ Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

"Shut that thing down, Conrick!"The roar that came out of my throat was completely raw. The loud sound shook through the wet morning air and hit the stone walls of the courtyard. My wolf was snapping wildly inside my head, his claws digging into my thoughts as the mechanical countdown kept ticking from the truck's dashboard.Forty seconds. That was all the time we had left before twenty years of pack secrets were sent to every human news network on the planet. Twenty years of staying hidden, gone in a single second. The air smelled like wet dirt, hot metal, and old blood.I gripped the side of the truck, my knuckles turning white. We had worked too hard to let everything fall apart now. Every single asset, every single safe house, and the names of every hidden wolf in the city were loaded into that single data drive. Jerome had planned this perfectly. He knew that if he could not rule the territory, he would make sure nobody else could either."I can't get past the firewall, Alpha!"

Iris pov"Are you going to look at me, or are you just going to stare at that glass partition until we reach Manhattan?"Darius’s voice was a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the steady hum of the SUV’s tires against the wet asphalt. He sat right next to me on the leather bench seat, his massive frame taking up more than his fair share of the space. The interior of the vehicle was dim, lit only by the green glow of the dashboard clock and the occasional flash of highway streetlights through the tinted windows. The air inside was warm, thick with the scent of wet leather, woodsmoke, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of his skin.I didn't turn my head immediately. I kept my eyes fixed on the reflection of my own face in the dark glass. I looked different. The pale, quiet girl who had spent the last year playing the part of the obedient younger sister was gone. My grey eyes had a permanent, golden ring around the pupils now, a constant reminder of the silver wolf that was currently res

"The audit is closed, Ethan," Iris’s voice came loudly through the mind-link of every single wolf in the room. Her tone was cold and sarcastic, carrying the physical weight of a true Alpha that made the guards lower their weapons automatically. "And your position has just been declared completely insolvent. You have no money left, you have no men left, and your time is up."Ethan backed away fast toward the main elevator bank, his face turning a sickly, pasty white as the big silver wolf stepped slowly over the broken wood and glass of the security desk. Her muzzle was dripping with dark, wet blood, and her paws left heavy red prints on the clean marble floor. The sound of her claws clicking against the stone was loud and steady. He reached into his grey jacket, his hand shaking violently as he pulled out a small, black plastic remote control with a single red button on the top. He was sweating now, the drops rolling down his temple and staining his expensive silk tie."You think you

DARIUS’S POV"Stay behind me, Iris."The words came out as a quiet rasp, barely louder than the hum of the elevator doors closing behind us. My fingers curled around the grip of the silver revolver in my pocket, the metal cold against my calloused skin. The penthouse hallway was lined with thick, dark carpet that swallowed the sound of my heavy boots. The smell of the place was entirely wrong. It smelled like expensive cologne, cold coffee, and the sharp, sour scent of Miller’s fear."I am not hiding in the elevator, Darius," Iris whispered back.She didn't use her mind-link this time. Her human voice was a sharp, clear vibration right next to my ear. Her fingers dug tightly into the sleeve of my leather jacket, her touch sending a sudden jolt of electricity straight to my core. The emerald silk of her dress was torn down to her thigh, her bare feet tracking small, damp prints on the carpet, but she didn't look weak. The golden rings in her grey eyes were still bright, a feral light t

DARIUS’S POV"Get the agents out of the room, Conrick."My voice was a low, guttural rasp that barely carried over the howling wind tearing through the shattered panoramic window. I didn't look back at the boardroom. My hands were still buried deep in the thick, metallic silver fur of Iris’s neck, my fingers locking into her warmth as the cold Manhattan rain drenched my leather jacket. The heavy scent of her silver wolf—vanilla, white lightning, and the sharp copper tang of Silas’s blood—was the only thing keeping my own beast from completely tearing the penthouse apart.Behind me, the sound of crunching glass signaled Conrick’s arrival. He had two of our most trusted enforcers with him, their weapons drawn as they stepped over the wreckage of the mahogany table."Agent Davis," Conrick’s voice was smooth, carrying the flat, unyielding authority of the Wolfe pack’s legal department. "I suggest you and your men step into the private elevator. Now. My team will handle the clean-up from t