《The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Rebecca's POV​Two Days Later​The afternoon sun was high in the sky, lighting up the pack grounds with warm golden light. I sat quietly under a large oak tree, watching the warriors train on the open field. The sound of metal swords hitting each other filled the air. Sweat poured off the warriors as they fought in pairs.An older male instructor walked among them, sharply correcting their mistakes.​One young she-wolf, who couldn't have been more than fourteen, charged recklessly at her opponent. Within seconds, she was flat on her back. The older warrior sighed and offered her a hand. "Again."​The girl groaned as she climbed to her feet. "You keep leading with your emotions," the instructor said patiently. "Your sword follows your heart instead of your head. Slow down." The young warrior attacked again, and again she lost. The instructor shook his head before walking behind her. "No." He adjusted the girl's grip on the sword. "Your wrist is too stiff. Relax your shoulders. Feel the

TWO WEEKS LATER!!​The morning light did not bring its usual comfort to the bedroom. Instead, a dull, nagging headache woke Rebecca from her sleep. She pressed her palms against her temples, trying to soothe the throbbing behind her eyes. Before she could dwell on the pain, the door opened, and Zarek walked in, his face glowing with a bright, triumphant smile.​"Rebecca! Congratulations, you’ve been admitted!" Zarek said, holding up an official letter. "The Academy accepted you. You will be leaving in a week's time."​Rebecca’s chest lightened instantly, a bright smile wiping away her discomfort. "Really? Oh, Zarek, that’s amazing!"​Zarek walked over to the bed, sitting beside her and taking her hands. "It is. You will finally start a new life, dear darling."​Rebecca paused, her brow furrowing slightly at his choice of words. "A new life? Why would you say it like that? I thought I was going to the Academy so I could get a good degree and become fit to be your Luna. What is this abo

​"No," Rebecca finally whispered, breaking the heavy silence. She stared out the passenger window, her eyebrows pulled together. "No, I don't know him. But... there is something about him, Talia. I can't explain it."​She turned in her seat, looking at Zarek's sister with wide, begging eyes. "Please, Talia... don't tell Zarek about what happened. He's already stressed about me leaving for the Academy, and he'll only worry or get the wrong idea about why I was... touching that man's face. Please."​Talia let out a breath she seemed to have been holding since they left the bar. She forced a friendly smile and patted Rebecca’s knee. "No problem, Rebecca. I won't say a word to him. It was just a crazy accident with the gangs anyway."​On the outside, Talia played the part of the supportive friend perfectly, smiling as though nothing was wrong. Inside, however, guilt twisted painfully in her chest. Rebecca was her friend, and lying to her felt like a betrayal. But what choice did she have?

Enzo's POV​I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.​"Come in," a frail voice called out from inside the room.​I turned the handle and stepped in. Sir Morriston was sitting in his usual armchair by the window, looking older than he had a few weeks ago.​"Good morning, Father," I said gently.​Morriston simply nodded, his eyes tracking me as I walked over and sat down in the chair across from him.​"I came here to thank you," I started, keeping my voice steady. "Thank you for being a father to me when I lost mine. Thank you for the love, the care, and for thinking I was worthy enough to take over as Alpha after you. But unfortunately, I am dying. I cannot marry Clara just to keep this throne. The one week you gave me to think it over is up, and I am here to tell you that my decision still stands. I will not marry Clara, so I am leaving the throne. I think I will take a holiday... go somewhere quiet."​Morriston didn't look angry. Instead, a soft smile touched his lips, and he sh

​Rebecca's POV​The moment I stepped out of the bookstore, the cold air hit my face, but it didn't stop the hot tears that suddenly gathered in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to force them back, but a few escaped and slid down my cheeks.​I wiped them away quickly with the sleeve of my sweater, feeling incredibly foolish.​Why am I crying? I asked myself, my chest aching with a deep, heavy pain that made it hard to breathe. What is wrong with me?​It made absolutely no sense. I didn't even know that man. He was a complete stranger I had met briefly during a terrifying shootout, yet hearing the words "I am married" felt like a physical blow to my chest. It felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces, and I couldn't understand why.​What was I even thinking? An incredibly attractive, strong, and commanding man like him was obviously going to be taken. Of course he had a wife. And there I was, practically begging him to let me buy him a drink, looking like a desperate girl.