Semua Bab The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Rebecca’s POV​I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t obsessed with Enzo. He had always been there.​When I was little, he carried me on his shoulders during pack festivals because my tiny legs would hurt from walking too much. When I had nightmares, I used to sneak into his room and sleep beside him because his scent made me feel safe. When I turned sixteen and realized the butterflies in my stomach weren’t childish admiration anymore, it was already too late.​I was hopelessly in love with him.​The worst part? Enzo noticed. And yet, he always treated me like his little sister.​“You’re too young for me, little wolf.” That was his favorite excuse.​Ten years. That was the age gap between us. To him, I was still the Alpha’s spoiled daughter who followed him around like an annoying shadow. But I wasn’t a child anymore. I was twenty. And lately… Enzo had started looking at me differently, too. Like he was beginning to realize that.​The training grounds were empty except for Enzo, wh

Rebecca's POV​It had been two days since the cliff accident, and I still wasn’t allowed to see Enzo. Every time I went to the healer's wing, the warriors sent me away. They told me the same thing over and over: he had made it clear he didn't want to see me.​I sat on my bed, feeling restless and sick. My wolf, Olivia, finally spoke up in my head. He is right, Becca. You are reckless. You almost got us both killed.​She was right. I didn’t know why I did it. Maybe, deep down, I knew he would save me. How foolish of me. Enzo was right—I was still just a child playing dangerous games.​A soft knock suddenly came from my bedroom door before my older sister, Clara, stepped inside. She walked in and rolled her eyes at me. "You almost got the Beta of this pack killed," she said bluntly.​I didn't answer. I didn't care about her lecture; all I wanted was to see Enzo.​"Stop this, Becca. Give up on him," she said, crossing her arms. "Enzo has a type, and it certainly isn't you."​That made my

Rebecca’s POV​With a sharp, guttural growl that vibrated in my own chest, he buried himself inside her in one heavy, punishing thrust.​The sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, slapping sound—echoed through the silent room. Sasha let out a high-pitched, keening wail of pleasure, her fingers clawing at the dark wood of the desk.​"Oh, Goddess... Enzo... yes!" she screamed, her head tossing back.​I should have looked away. I should have run. But my eyes were wide, fixed on the rhythmic, violent motion of his back. His muscles rippled under his shirt, his shoulders bunching with every powerful drive. He was relentless. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking her with a primal, animalistic hunger that made my stomach flip.​He pulled back until he was almost out—the slick, friction-filled sound of his exit making my face flame—before slamming back into her again. The desk groaned under their weight, sliding an inch across the floor.​"Is he... big enough... for you, Rebecca?" Sasha gas

Rebecca’s POV​My legs felt weak as the maids helped me stand. The dress suddenly felt too heavy, and the veil suffocated me. Every breath I took smelled like Clara’s perfume instead of mine; it made me feel like I was disappearing inside her skin.​"Walk slowly, My Lady," one of the maids reminded me gently as they guided me out of the room. I nodded, even though they couldn’t see it beneath the thick veil.​The hallway outside was filled with noise. Music drifted through the palace halls—low and elegant—while voices echoed everywhere. Guests. Warriors. Nobles from nearby packs. All waiting for Clara. Not me. My heart pounded so violently I thought everyone around me could hear it.​One step. Then another.​The maids led me toward the ceremonial hall while my wolf paced frantically inside my head. "This is wrong," Olivia whispered nervously.​"I know," I whispered back silently. But I kept walking anyway. Because despite the fear... despite the guilt... despite the terrifying uncerta