บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

​Enzo’s POV​I stayed inside her ass with my fingers as she shook and cried, aftershocks still rippling through her. Leaning down, I growled against her ear, my voice dark and possessive.​“This is only the beginning of your punishment, little mouse. You’re not leaving this room until I’m convinced you’ll never try to pull that stunt ever again.”​Rebecca’s body was limp and trembling beneath me, covered in a sheen of sweat, red welts, and patches of hardened wax. Her chest heaved with exhausted sobs, but her pussy still glistened obscenely, betraying how much her body craved what her mind fought against. Good. She needed to feel every ounce of the fear and desperation she had put me through.​I slowly withdrew my fingers from her ass, watching her hole flutter and clench at the loss. She whimpered weakly, too drained to even lift her head. I unclipped the chain from her wrist cuffs but left the cuffs on, then flipped her onto her back again. Her arms fell heavily to her sides before

​Enzo's POV​I slipped my arms beneath her limp, exhausted body and lifted her up. She didn't fight me. She didn't have the strength to. Her head fell heavily against my shoulder, but her body remained completely stiff, refusing to mold against mine the way she used to.​I carried her straight into the adjoining bathroom. The marble space felt freezing compared to the heat of the bedroom. Keeping one arm securely around her waist, I turned on the taps to the massive jacuzzi tub, letting warm water fill the basin. I grabbed a soft washcloth, soaking it under the warm stream, and then sat on the edge of the tub, pulling her onto my lap.​She stared straight ahead, her eyes completely blank and fixed on the tiled wall.​Gently, as if she were made of glass, I began to wipe away the dried trails of black wax from her skin. I cleaned the sweat and the tears from her flushed cheeks, my heart breaking with every stroke. I reached for a jar of soothing, medicinal cream—the kind we used for se

Enzo’s POV​The field was alive with the roaring heat of bonfires and the suffocating scent of hundreds of wolves. The Moonlight Festival was completely jam-packed, drawing crowds from our own territory and neighboring packs alike. It was a night meant for celebration, for the wild joy of the pack gathering under the peak of the lunar energy, but everything inside me felt entirely hollow.​I sat on my elevated seat, a chair that felt more like a throne than a piece of furniture. To my left sat Clara, her chin held high, wearing a smug, satisfied expression that turned my stomach. Next to her was Father Morriston, his sharp, calculating eyes scanning the crowd, maintaining his rigid posture of authority.​Everything looked perfect to the outside world. The Alpha King, surrounded by his inner circle, presiding over a powerful assembly.​But my chest ached with a relentless, heavy emptiness. One person was missing from this table—the only person I actually wanted to see sitting right be

​Rebecca's POV​I didn't back down. I took a step forward, keeping my dark wolf eyes locked on his. "He is, Enzo! My wolf felt it the exact moment he touched my hands. You cannot deny the Moon Goddess match!"​"No!" Enzo shouted, his voice cracking slightly with a raw emotion I had never heard from him before. He was completely spinning out of control, unable to accept what was happening right in front of his face.​Father stepped between us, his sharp eyes taking in the pitch-black color of my eyes and then looking over at Zarek, whose posture was tense and predatory. Father put a hand out, signaling for Enzo to stop.​"Enzo, calm down," Father ordered, his voice calm but firm. "They are not kids anymore. If Rebecca says they are mates, then they are. Just look at her eyes. Look at her wolf. Their wolves are absolutely furious right now because you are keeping them apart. The bond is clear."​"No... she is confused..." Enzo muttered, shaking his head. For the first time ever, the gre

Enzo's POV​"Everyone leave. Now," I growled, the Alpha command ripping from my throat with enough force to shake the walls.​The guards, the servants, and even Clara didn't dare to wait. They rushed out of the living room, keeping their heads down to avoid the deadly rage rolling off my body. Within seconds, the heavy double doors clicked shut, leaving only a heavy silence in the room.​Only Father stayed behind, standing near the fireplace. His sharp eyes watched me with a calmness that only made my wolf fight harder inside my chest.​"Enzo, what on earth are you doing?" Father asked, taking a step toward me. He shook his head, his face a mix of deep confusion and frustration. "This is exactly what we wanted. Mates. The Moon Goddess has given her a fated match. That means that he will love and protect her. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what we wanted for her after everything? And I can see the young man loves her already."​"That is the problem," I snarled, my voice dropping