Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Rebecca's POV​"Help! Someone help!" I screamed, my voice cracking with pure terror.​I turned around and ran out of Clara's room. All down the hallway, heavy doors were flying open. Guards and servants were rushing past me, their faces full of confusion and panic. I did not stop to explain. My feet carried me down the big stairs and straight out the front doors of the house.​By the time I reached the concrete yard, a crowd had already formed. Two pack guards had carefully lifted Clara's body onto a flat piece of wood. I pushed through the crowd, my breath catching in my throat.​Clara's eyes were wide open, staring up at the dark sky. She was still alive, but she looked badly hurt. One of her arms was bent the wrong way, and blood ran from a cut on her forehead, soaking into her hair. Her chest rose and fell in short, painful breaths. Every gasp sounded like she was fighting just to stay alive. Luckily, she was a werewolf, and our kind was strong, but falling from the third floor wa

Enzo's POV​The healer shook her head.​"No, Alpha. She wasn't molested."​The tight knot in my chest loosened a little, letting me draw a ragged breath. Thank the heavens.​"But..." the healer continued quietly, her brows furrowing as she looked back at the bed. "Something happened in that forest. I can't explain it yet. Her physical wounds healed easily enough... but I can still sense traces of something highly unusual around her aura. It's vibrating with a strange energy."​I frowned, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of my neck. "What does that mean?"​"I don't know," she admitted honestly, picking up her medical bag. "Her system is completely overwhelmed. We will have to wait until she wakes to truly understand."​She gave a respectful nod, packed away her remaining supplies, and quietly left the room.​The door clicked shut, and the room fell into a deep, agonizing silence. I slowly walked back to the edge of the bed and sat beside Rebecca, the weight of the night pressing d

Rebecca's POV ​"Where are you taking me?!" I demanded, struggling hard against their tight hold, but they were too heavy, too strong. "Let me go!" ​They completely ignored me, their faces looking like cold stone as they marched me down the big hallway. The air felt thick and heavy until they stopped right outside Clara's bedroom. They threw the doors open and pushed me inside, letting go so fast that I stumbled forward, barely stopping myself from hitting the floor. ​I gasped. The room was packed, and the air was filled with a terrible tension. Enzo stood near the window, his large body frozen, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles moved. My father stood by the bedside, his face twisted in deep anger. Clara was sitting up against the pillows, crying loudly, her eyes red and puffy. A pack doctor and a healer stood off to the side, holding clipboards with sad, serious looks on their faces. ​Before I could even open my mouth to ask what was happening, a shadow moved in front of me.

Enzo's POV ​I barged into Clara's room and glared at the pack doctor, the healer, and the two maids standing by the bedside. They were all frozen, terrified by the dark aura coming from me.​"Everyone out," I ordered. My voice was low, but authoritative, and carried the absolute authority of an Alpha. "Now."​They didn't need to be told twice. The maids lowered their heads and rushed past me, while the doctor and healer quickly gathered their clipboards and scrambled out of the room. The moment the door clicked shut, leaving just the two of us, the silence became deafening.​Clara was propped up against the pillows, her face pale, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The moment she looked up and saw me, she let out a fresh sob, reaching her hands out desperately.​"Enzo," she wept, her voice trembling with self-pity. "Look at what Rebecca did to me. See what your precious Rebecca has done! She ruined my life, Enzo. She took my legs away from me because she couldn't handle that you c

​Enzo's POV​"I'm not insane, Zarek. I'm desperate," I replied, my voice deadly quiet compared to his outburst. I didn't flinch as the few other patrons in the shop turned to glance at us. I just kept my eyes locked on him, my hands gripping the edge of the table.​"No," Zarek hissed, lowering his voice but losing none of his fury. He shook his head violently. "No way in hell. If I do this, Rebecca will hate me forever when she finds out. She will never forgive me for violating her mind like this!"​"She won't find out," I argued, leaning forward, my tone pleading. "The witch built the charm perfectly. It is odorless... even her wolf won't perceive it. Trust me, Zarek. Please."​"I don't trust you, and I won't do it!" Zarek snapped.​Without another word, he snatched his keys off the table, turned on his heel, and stormed toward the exit. The bell above the door jangled loudly as he pushed it open and walked out into the chilly air.​I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the velvet pouch and f