로그인Rebecca’s POVThis wasn’t the reverent softness from last night. This was raw, angry, and desperate—like he wanted to devour me whole and punish me for every sharp word I’d thrown at him.I bit his lip again, harder this time, tasting blood. Enzo snarled into my mouth, his big hand fisting my hair and yanking my head back so he could dominate the kiss. His tongue invaded, claiming, punishing, while his other hand roughly squeezed my ass, grinding his massive, rock-hard cock against my stomach.“You think I can’t make you lose the use of your fucking legs?” he growled against my lips, his voice low and angry. “I’ll ruin this tight little pussy until you can’t even crawl tomorrow, wife.”“Big words from a man who can't do a thing,” I spat back, even as my traitorous body arched into him, my nipples hard and aching against his bare chest.That was all it took.Enzo spun me around again, slamming my front against the wall with controlled force. One rough hand pinned my wrists above
Rebecca's POVI braced myself, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, but I refused to let him see me shake. I stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind me.Lifting my chin, I looked right into his blank eyes. "Alpha," I said, my voice dripping with cold sarcasm. "To what do I owe the honor of a visit at this time of night?"Enzo didn’t respond. He didn't even blink. He just kept staring at me from the corner, his massive, bare-chested frame perfectly still against the wall.When the silence stretched too long, I decided to ignore him. I walked past him, consciously keeping my distance, and carefully set Zarek's slightly crushed bouquet down on my nightstand. Once the flowers were safe, I turned back around to face him, crossing my arms over my chest."Enzo, you are getting married in a month," I said, letting out a sharp, bitter breath. "Don't you think it's highly inappropriate for you to be lounging around in another woman's room?"His jaw clenched, a dark fla
Rebecca's POVFor a second, I froze.His lips were warm and gentle—nothing like the desperate, consuming kisses Enzo always stole from me. Zarek kissed me carefully, as though he was afraid I might break. As though I was something precious, something worth protecting.My eyes slowly fluttered shut. I wanted to forget, just for a few minutes. I wanted to forget Enzo's cruel words and the way he had looked at me this morning. I wanted to forget that he was marrying Clara, and that he had chosen her.But then… the scent hit me. Mint and cedar. It was the scent that lingered on the oversized shirt lying on the couch—the scent of the man I loved.My chest suddenly tightened as a sharp pain ripped through me. The memories came crashing back all at once: Enzo carrying me, Enzo holding me, and Enzo whispering that I was beautiful, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world.And then—"Clara is going to be the mother of my children."The memory hit me like a knife. My eyes flew
Rebecca's POVZarek didn't hesitate. He gave me a reassuring look, gently squeezing my shoulder before stepping past me to follow Enzo."Zarek, don't go!" I called out, but he just threw a confident wink over his shoulder. He truly believed this was just a standard test between wolves. He didn't understand the dark, twisted current running beneath Enzo's calm exterior.I dropped the massive bouquet onto the porch steps and hurried after them, my chest tight with a terrible feeling.By the time I reached the training grounds behind the mansion, a crowd of pack warriors had already gathered around the ring. Word traveled fast in the pack house. Everyone wanted to see the Alpha face off against the outsider who was claiming his wife's attention.Enzo was already inside the ring. He had stripped off his button-down shirt, leaving his broad chest bare, his powerful muscles tight under the afternoon sun. He didn't stretch. He didn't warm up. He just stood there like a statue made of s
Rebecca’s POVTears blinded me as I ran down the hall, the cold floor biting into my bare feet. I could barely see where I was going, my chest hurting so badly it felt like my ribs would break. Every breath smelled of mint and cedar—his scent, trapped in the oversized shirt still hanging off my shoulders. It made it hard to breathe.I reached my room, threw myself inside, and slammed the heavy door, locking it tight. The second the lock clicked, my knees gave out. I slid down against the wood and buried my face in my hands.The silence of my room was cruel. It let all the memories from last night rush back, each one hitting me like a physical blow.I remembered his kisses. They hadn't been cold. They had been desperate, burning into my skin as if he couldn't get close enough.I remembered him carrying me. He was so strong, lifting me like I was something precious that needed to be protected.I remembered him whispering that I was beautiful.I remembered him holding me afterwar
Rebecca's POV"What is the meaning of this?!" Clara barked, her angry voice echoing through the room. She walked closer to the bed, her face twisted in disgust. "Rebecca... did you just fuck Enzo?!"Her crude words knocked the remaining sleep right out of my head. Shivering from the cold, I moved forward and snatched the blanket back from her hands, wrapping it tightly around myself.I lifted my chin, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Yes," I said clearly, staring right back into her eyes. "I did.""How dare you!" she shouted, her face turning red. "How dare you touch him!""How dare me?" I countered, letting out a bitter laugh. "That man is my husband, Clara. Or did you completely forget that?"Clara scoffed, a nasty sneer taking over her face. "Husband? Don't make me laugh. You are just a foolish, naive girl. Do you really think Enzo likes you? He only fucked you so you could finally rest! Listen to me. Our marriage is happening in a month. Enzo already told our father."My h







