บททั้งหมดของ Moaning For The Enemy: Her Sister's Betrothed Alpha : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

DARIUS’S POV"Take cover, Iris!"I didn't wait for her to move. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her behind the thick mahogany desk just as the first volley of gunfire tore through the penthouse. The loud, rhythmic roar of Ethan’s automatic rifle filled the room, the sound deafening in the enclosed space. The remaining glass partitions shattered into a million tiny pieces, raining down on the carpet like a deadly storm.The wood of the desk splintered above our heads, chunks of polished mahogany flying through the air. The sharp smell of gunpowder and hot metal instantly replaced the scent of the rain.I leaned around the edge of the desk, my blue eyes narrowing as I spotted Ethan through the thick gray smoke. He was standing near the destroyed elevator doors, his face twisted into a wild, angry grin as he reloaded his weapon. Jerome was right behind him, his hand gripping a heavy black pistol, his eyes scanning the room like a hungry predator."You can't hide behind the furniture

DARIUS’S POVThe iron staff clattered against the stone floor with a sharp metallic ring that echoed through the dark penthouse.Iris’s massive silver jaw had clamped down on the ancient metal tool, her teeth grinding against the glowing iron until the pale amber light inside the rod shattered into harmless sparks. The seer let out a sharp gasp, her cold gold eyes widening in pure shock as the force of the bite threw her back against the gold elevator frame. Her grey cloak tore against the jagged metal tracks, her ancient power instantly evaporating into the damp morning air.I didn't give her a chance to recover. My massive dark wolf form lunged across the blood-soaked carpet, my paws crushing the remaining fragments of the boardroom table as I pinned the second gray enforcer beast to the floor. The fight was brutal but short. With a single violent jerk of my neck, the enemy went limp beneath my weight, the metallic taste of victory filling my mouth as the rain continued to wash the g

"Drop your weapons and step back from the door."My command wasn't loud, but it carried a sharp, cold finality that left no room for negotiation. The thirty council enforcers standing behind my father looked down at their locked automatic rifles, then at each other, before the front line slowly let the heavy straps slide off their shoulders. The metal weapons hit the damp carpet with a series of dull, heavy thuds. They were seasoned soldiers, but they were also pragmatists. They knew that without the Calder payroll accounts backing their families in the northern territories, they were just men standing in a broken room with no health insurance and no legal shield.My father stood completely frozen in the center of the hallway, his face a bloodless, pasty mask under the harsh fluorescent lights of the freight elevator bay. His hands were clenched into tight, trembling fists at his sides, his chest heaving as he looked at the row of his own men abandoning him one by one."You think you c

IRIS’S POV"On three," Darius whispered, his fingers curling around the iron latch of the maintenance hatch.The heat radiating off the metal panel was intense, warming the skin of my bare arms as I crowded behind his massive shoulder. The narrow shaft was thick with the chemical stench of the welding torch and the unmistakable, oily smell of burning plastic. My silver wolf was scratching violently at the surface of my mind, her instincts demanding a direct path to the throat of whatever enemy was trying to melt our future."One," Darius counted, his muscles swelling beneath his wet leather coat."Two."I tightened my grip on the iron rung of the ladder, my silver talons extending slightly from my fingertips, ready for the impact."Three."Darius didn't just push the hatch. He hit it with the full weight of his alpha strength, his shoulder driving the steel door outward with a violent, earsplitting crash. The metal panel flew off its hinges, slamming directly into the back of the near

IRIS’S POVThe vertical shaft was a dark, hollow throat that smelled of burning copper and grease.Darius went down the iron rungs first, his broad shoulders easily clearing the narrow steel frame as he guided my feet from below. My bare skin scraped against the cold metal, the tatters of my emerald silk dress catching on the rough bolts as we dropped through the floors with a frantic, rhythmic speed. Above us, the forty-fifth floor was already a roaring furnace, the orange light of the fire leaking through the cracks of the maintenance door and casting long, dancing shadows over our heads."Five floors down, Iris!" Darius’s voice came up through the darkness, a low, gravelly hum that stayed perfectly steady despite the smoke thickening around us. "Hold the line!"Every time the building groaned, the vibration traveled straight through the metal rungs into my palms. My silver wolf was completely focused now, her heightened senses tracking the distant, mechanical countdown echoing up f