Semua Bab The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs: Bab 101 - Bab 110

​Rebecca's POV​Five days had passed, and tomorrow morning, I would be leaving for the Academy.​I stood in the center of my bedroom, staring at the half-packed suitcases on my bed. I should have felt excited. I should have felt relieved to finally escape this house and the heavy, suffocating atmosphere that seemed to follow me everywhere. But instead, a deep, restless unease twisted in my gut.​It felt like a physical weight pulling at my chest, whispering that I shouldn't go. It felt like I was leaving something incredibly important behind—something my heart desperately wanted, even if my broken mind couldn't remember what it was.​On top of the emotional weight, my body felt completely exhausted. For the past three days, a strange, overwhelming weakness had settled into my bones. And then there was the nausea.​It had started three mornings ago as a dull ache, but now it was a constant, dizzying wave that made the smell of food turn my stomach.​Suddenly, my throat tightened, and a

​"No," Rebecca said, shaking her head as she took a small step back, breaking his hold on her shoulders. "No, Zarek... I can keep it. We can make this work."​Zarek’s eyes darkened, but he quickly masked it with a look of deep worry. He took another step closer, trying to wrap his arms around her to soothe her, but Rebecca felt a cold chill run down her spine.​"Rebecca, please, think about this logically," he urged, his voice soft but persistent. "The Academy is brutal. The training, the physical strain, the combat classes—it is no place for a pregnant female. You could lose the baby during training, or worse, you could get seriously hurt."​He took her hand, his fingers squeezing hers as he continued to push.​"And think about the other students, Rebecca. The Academy is full of ruthless wolves from different packs. If they find out you are carrying a weak, unborn pup, they will see it as a vulnerability. They will target you in the combat ring. Do you really want to put yourself—and

​Rebecca's POV​The next morning, I stood by the front door of the pack house, my bags packed and ready. My stomach was still tying itself in knots from the news of the pregnancy, but the constant sickness had faded into a dull, nervous ache.​Zarek’s family stood in the hallway to say goodbye. The air between them felt strange and heavy, and nobody was looking directly at each other. I thought they were just sad to see me leave for the Academy, so I didn't think too much of it.​Zarek’s mother walked over to me first. She pulled me into a warm, tight hug and held me for a long moment. When she pulled back, she looked down at my stomach for a split second before looking into my eyes.​"Take care of yourself, Rebecca," she said softly, her voice full of worry. "And please, call me if the pregnancy gets tough. Do not hide it if you are feeling bad. We are here for you."​"Thank you," I whispered, touched by her kindness.​Talia gave me a small, worried smile from the back, and the rest

Rebecca’s POV​As we neared the bottom of the grand stone staircase, the noise from the dining hall grew into a roaring swell of voices, clattering plates, and heavy, scraping chairs. My chest tightened. The sheer number of unfamiliar scents in the air—earth, smoke, rain, and sharp, predatory pheromones—flooded my senses. My steps slowed, my boots staying heavy on the step.​I can't do this, I thought, a wave of panic washing over me. I don't belong here.​Suddenly, a familiar warmth bloomed in the back of my mind. It was my wolf, the only constant companion I had left since waking up with a blank mind. Like me, she couldn't remember our past, but her instincts were still sharp.​Pick up your chin, Rebecca, she echoed, her voice smooth and powerful. Do not let these wolves see you hesitate. Walk in there like you belong.​Hearing her voice gave me a sudden burst of courage. I took a slow breath, leaning on her strength. Thank you, I whispered back.​I am always with you, she murmured,

Enzo's POV ​A week had passed since I brought Lily to the packhouse, and every single day felt like a slow, painful walk toward a cliff. Elena had already started the daily routine of using herbs and chants, but it wasn't working at all. My body was growing weaker, and the dark, cursed veins were stretching closer to my heart with every sunset.​A knock landed on the door, and already knowing who it was, I asked the person in. I opened my eyes to see Elder Elena walking into the room, holding a heavy leather notebook under her arm. She looked deeply worried, and the lines on her forehead were deeper than usual.​"Alpha," Elena began, her voice careful as she closed the door tightly behind her. "Now that the girl is settled, we need to speak honestly. I did not want to scare her, but you need to understand what we are really fighting."​I sat up straight in the chair, tightening my jaw. "What is it, Elena? You said it would take months of daily treatment to unlock Lily's powers. Is th