All Chapters of The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rebecca’s POV ​The guards didn't care that I was stumbling. They just dragged me, my feet scraping helplessly against the hard floor while the heavy lace of my wedding dress ripped with every step. I didn’t care about the dress. I didn't care about the warm, sticky blood dripping from my forehead down to my neck. All I could think about was where we were going. ​The dungeon. ​We were heading straight into the belly of the mansion. With every step we walked down, the air got colder. The torchlight grew weaker and weaker, throwing long, eerie shadows against the damp walls. ​“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking and raw from screaming Enzo's name. “Please, just lock me in a room. A closet. Anywhere else. I can't go down there. You don’t understand—I can’t breathe!” ​The guards didn't say a word. Their iron grips just tightened around my arms. They didn't care. To them, I was just a traitor who had tried to kill her own sister. ​At the bottom of the stairs, the air smelled of

Enzo's POV ​I shoved her shoulders back, my chest heaving as I fought for control. "No, Becca. Fuck, no. You're not yourself. This isn't you." But she was feral, her eyes wild with the poison burning through her veins. Her fingers clawed desperately at my belt, yanking it open with surprising strength before I could stop her. The zipper ripped down. She shoved my jeans and boxers low enough for my cock to spring free. It was thick, heavy, and painfully hard, the head already slick with pre-cum. The cool air hit my burning skin like a shock, but her hungry gaze made it twitch violently. "Becca, stop," I growled, but the words died in my throat as she ground her soaked core against my bare length. I flipped her over in one rough motion, pinning her under me on the bed. Her torn wedding dress rode up around her waist, exposing her completely. She arched up with a broken whimper, trying to pull me back down. I held her there, my body caging hers without fully giving in. ​I knew

Rebecca's POV ​For three long days, I rotted in that cell. I didn't bathe, and I hardly ate what they gave me. No one came to see me. Not my father. Not Enzo. And not even my friends, or my best friend Sonia. I was utterly alone. ​The heavy sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and two guards walked toward my cell. Without a word, they threw a familiar, plain maid's uniform through the bars. ​"Dress up," one of them said coldly. "Your time here is over." ​I didn't argue. I just watched them walk away to wait down the hall. Slowly, I stood up on my shaky legs. My wolf howled inside me, a painful, lonely sound, but I ignored her. I pulled off the torn wedding dress, letting the ruined lace drop to the stone floor. I changed into the scratchy, gray maid uniform. As I tied the apron around my waist, the truth finally hit me. I had moved from grace to grass in just a few days. ​When I was done, the guards pulled me outside. They led me straight to the pack mansion's kitchen, wh

Rebecca's POV​He didn't take my panties off. Instead, he kept them on to punish me. He jammed his thick thigh between my legs, forcing them wide open. Then, he pushed his heavy hips forward, burying his crotch right into mine.​The scorching, leaking head of his nine-inch cock pressed directly against the wet center of my panties.​I let out a loud gasp, my toes curling inside my hard leather shoes. He was so hot, so incredibly thick.​Enzo groaned, the sound deep and dirty, as he began to slide his hips up and down. He rubbed the full, hard length of his cock right against my soaked clit through the thin layer of lace. The friction was instant and intense. Every time he pushed up, the heavy weight of him mashed against my most sensitive spot, sending sharp, blinding waves of pleasure straight to my brain.​"Fuck," Enzo choked out, his jaw clenching as he kept up the fast, angry rhythm. He rubbed against me hard, his bare hips slapping against mine. "Who is little now, Rebecca? Tell

​Rebecca's POV​The heavy scent of blooming roses usually brought me peace, but today, it just felt like another reminder of everything I had lost.​I knelt in the dirt, my hands covered in thick gardening gloves as I used a pair of rusty iron shears to trim the dead leaves off the bushes.​A bitter tear slipped down my cheek, and I wiped it away quickly with the back of my dusty glove. I used to be a princess in this pack. Before I was stripped of my title and forced to work as a servant, I would have been walking through these gardens in beautiful dresses. Now, I was just a servant.​"You shouldn't be doing this, Becca."​I jumped slightly at the sound of the deep, familiar voice. I turned my head and saw Ryan walking down the stone path. He was wearing his dark warrior leathers, his broad shoulders catching the afternoon sun. Ryan was Enzo’s best friend and his Beta, the second most powerful man in the pack. But unlike Enzo, who looked at me like I was a piece of trash on his shoe,