Chapter 11 Chapter 11
Iris
"Darius... I said, my body feeling like it was blasted from one shockwave to another.
His scent of cinnamon and mint filled my senses instantly just like he had on that first night.
He cocked a brow with a stoic expression. I could never tell what he was thinking but I was sure as hell he could read my mind.
The way his eyes rolled down to my toes and back to my cleavage stopping there for a heartbeat his expression flickering for a nanosecond before his eyes held mine again.
"What stupid love letter is this?" He frowned instantly and as his eyes left mine to the note on his hand my senses returned.
"Give it back!" I quickly said tiptoeing to grab the note because he was taller.
He raised his arm keeping it out of my reach and with his free hand, his fingers wrapped around my wrists before I could breathe, he spun me, pinning me against the wall.
The cold pressed through my dress while his body heat trapped me in place. His grip was unyielding, one hand above my head, the other holding the note effortlessly.
My breath gushed out of my lungs and involuntarily my thighs clenched and I could feel a familiar warmth between them.
The same warmth I saw in his eyes as his breath fanned on my face.
"Who did you come to see Iris? You're being a bad girl," His tone rang out like a warning making goosebumps flare around my skin.
"Will you talk or should I make you?" He asked leaning an inch closer that sent my senses to overdrive.
"I didn't... I..." Was short of words.
He sneered at my response then looked back at his palm where the note was.
"No, give it back!" I wriggled against his arms, twisting and turning but it was pointless against his grip strength.
But at least it stopped him from reading it and his attention was back on me.
“What are you doing in the men’s changing room?”
“Men’s changing room?” I reiterated my eyes going wide.
His frown wavered as if not expecting my shock reaction. Did he think I voluntarily walked into the men’s changing room?
“There’s a giant label on the door,” He muttered, his vein pulsing.
“I didn’t know I swear it, I was distracted by… my eyes trailed to the note in his hand.
“Just give me the note.”
“No.” He refused. “If I wasn’t curious before, you have my attention now.”
I pushed against him, trying to wriggle free, but he didn’t budge. Not even an inch. His hand tightened just slightly and that unreadable look in his eyes made every nerve in my body misfire.
“This is serious,” I whispered. “You don’t—”
My ears tinged as I heard a baritone forced laugh rang in the air.
A cold spike lanced through my spine.
I knew that laugh eclipsed by light footsteps on the carpet.
I jerked my head toward the end of the corridor to see my father conversing with the other Alpha.
No, no, no, no!
Panic tore through me so violently I felt strength pulse up my arms. I shoved hard—so hard even he blinked from the force—and broke free.
Before he could react, I grabbed his wrist, yanked him toward the dressing room, and shoved him inside. The door clicked shut behind us then I slapped my hand over his mouth.
“Don’t breathe loud,” I whispered fiercely. “Don’t even think.”
He didn't fight at first—just stared at me in the dim light filtering in through the vents. The only sound that could be heard was the rapid beating of my chest.
I hope he didn’t see us.
The footsteps outside got louder and my father’s voice drifted closer.
I held my breath hoping he would walk away when abruptly Darius moved.
One second I was pinning him.
The next—he flipped us, reversing us so fast my back hit the closet wall with a soft thud. My hand fell from his mouth, and he caught my wrists again, trapping them above my head.
His body boxed me in.
“I can’t believe how strong you are,” he whispered. “Or how terrified you are of Leonard.”
I shot him a look agitated by how callously he could say my dad’s name.
“Alpha Leonard,” I warned and Daruis expelled a nonchalant breath.
“I don’t care for him but you.. He paused leaning closer as if he wasn’t close enough.
“Why did you take the time to look this pretty?” Reality shattered in an instant my body heated and the already small space felt smaller.
“Who were you hoping to see Iris, is it me?” with each syllable his fingers trailed up my thighs leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“But you didn’t know I’ll be here,’” he got close to my undies and a shiver swiveled through me.
And the matebond wasn’t helping either.
“I don’t like sharing Iris,” his words gave a little space to think straight.
“I’m not yours,” I forced my tone to sound strong but it came out weak and pathetic.
I thought he would press on, he would force me to correct the words and confess what was in my heart but instead he stopped.
HIs eyes darkened and then he let go, my body , grieving from the loss of contact.
“You’re right you’re not.” he said then stepped back his attention back to the note
“Give it–
“If you move,” he said quietly, lifting the note between two fingers, “I’ll call your father’s name right now.”
My stomach plunged.
He didn’t look like he was bluffing.
I froze. Literally froze. The warning in his eyes wasn’t cruel but it was like a dare.
“Good,” he murmured. Then he finally unfolded the note.
His eyebrows pulled together. His expression shifted—confusion replacing the smug edge.
“You want the secret of the night to stay… I’ll need a favor,” he read under his breath.
His gaze snapped back to me. “What is this?”
“It’s nothing.”
He stared at me.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned.
I swallowed bile rising at the back of my throat.
He waited, as if giving me time to consider my next words.
“It’s from a blackmailer,” I whispered finally, unable to tear my gaze from his. “They are threatening to reveal our— our one nightstand.”