บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Rebecca’s POV​The morning light crawled through the small window of my servant quarters, waking me from a restless sleep. I sat up, my bones aching from the thin mattress, but a spark of pure determination burned in my chest.​Today was the day Enzo’s background check on Zarek would come back clean. Today was the day the cage would finally crack open.​I quickly dressed in the simple, drab servant uniform, tying my hair back before heading straight down to the packhouse kitchen. The plan was already working, but I knew Enzo. If I backed down now, he would think he won. I had to keep playing the part of the compliant, broken girl until the exact moment Zarek came to claim me.​The kitchen was already a bustling hub of activity, the smell of baking bread and fresh coffee cutting through the morning air. The moment I walked in, Mrs. Gable, the head maid, stopped what she was doing. She looked at me, a complicated mix of relief and exhaustion washing over her face.​"Rebecca," Mrs. Gable

Rebecca’s POV​It was ten p.m., and Enzo wasn't back.​I knew because here I was, standing frozen on the balcony of my princess room, staring anxiously down at the heavy iron packhouse gates. The night air was freezing against my skin, but I barely felt it. My entire body was a tight wire of nerves.​I swallowed my pride, closed my eyes, and tried to reach out through the pack bond to mind-link him. Enzo? Can you hear me?​Nothing. A cold, solid wall slammed right back in my face. I opened my eyes, a deep frown cutting across my forehead as the realization hit me. He had blocked me. He had completely shut me out of his mind.​Becca, you need to calm down, my wolf murmured inside my head, her voice laced with her own hidden anxiety. Pacing back and forth isn't going to bring him back any faster.​"I can't calm down!" I whispered out loud into the dark, my fingers gripping the stone railing. "What if something actually happens to him out there? Oh my God, if he gets killed... I will nev

Rebecca's POV​"What we are about to do," he said, his voice dropping to a soft whisper, "is not just sex. It is lovemaking. I want you to feel every bit of how much I want you."​I gulped, my breath hitching at the raw honesty in his tone. My body felt like it was humming, a slow heat spreading through my limbs that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. I didn't have time to overthink it before he leaned down, his fingers firm and steady against my jaw.​He kissed me, and the world outside that dark bedroom completely vanished.​It was a slow, hungry kiss that claimed everything. It was so passionate, so incredibly good, that I felt my knees go weak even though I was sitting. I reached up, my fingers tangling in his dark hair to pull him closer, needing to feel the weight of him against me. I kissed him back with everything I had, letting all the fear and the secrets of the day melt away into the taste of him.​Everything blurred, and all I could feel was the roughness

​Rebecca's POV ​Slowly, Enzo's pace slowed to a stop. He didn't pull away immediately, though; he trailed soft, lingering kisses all over my heated skin, from my shoulders down to my waist, grounding me back to reality. ​With panting breaths, he collapsed against my neck for a second, his weight heavy, warm, and comforting. He quickly shifted his position, mindful of my smaller frame and his own freshly stitched side, and lay down on the mattress right beside me. He closed his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his overly excited and thrilled wolf, which I could feel still howling with absolute satisfaction in the deep recesses of his mind. ​I lay there as chilling shivers ran down my spine, the intense heat in my body slowly beginning to subside. My blood felt like it was bubbling with a completely unique sensation—a sudden, deep sense of belonging that I couldn't quite explain, vibrating straight to my core. ​For a moment, we stayed exactly like that. Close, breathin

​Rebecca’s POV​Tears 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