The Alpha Daddy Between My Thighs Novel – Obsessed With Him Rebecca’s POV I couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t obsessed with Enzo. He had always been there. When I was little, he carried me on his shoulders during pack festivals because my tiny legs would hurt from walking too much. When I had nightmares, I used to sneak into his room and sleep beside him because his scent made me feel safe. When I turned sixteen and realized the butterflies in my stomach weren’t childish admiration anymore, it was already too late. I was hopelessly in love with him. The worst part? Enzo noticed. And yet, he always treated me like his little sister. “You’re too young for me, little wolf.” That was his favorite excuse. Ten years. That was the age gap between us. To him, I was still the Alpha’s spoiled daughter who followed him around like an annoying shadow. But I wasn’t a child anymore. I was twenty. And lately… Enzo had started looking at me differently, too. Like he was beginning to realize that.
The training grounds were empty except for Enzo, who was punching a bag. The sharp sound of his fists hitting the punching bag echoed through the cool evening air, sweat rolling down his muscular arms. His dark shirt clung tightly to his back, outlining every hard line of his body. I smiled softly as I watched him. To the entire pack, Enzo was terrifying—the ruthless Beta, my father’s right hand, the man wolves feared. But to me… he was just Enzo. “Are you planning to stare at me all evening?” he asked without turning around. “Maybe,” I grinned. He snorted quietly before landing another brutal punch against the bag. I walked toward him slowly, my hands clasped behind my back. “You ignored me all day.” “I was busy.” “You’re always busy.” “That’s because unlike you, little wolf, I actually work.” I rolled my eyes before moving behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. Enzo instantly froze. I smiled against his back; no matter how much he pretended, his body always reacted to my touch. “Becca,” he warned quietly. “What?” I asked innocently, hugging him tighter.
He sighed heavily before grabbing my wrists and gently pulling my arms away. When he finally turned around, his green eyes narrowed down at me, and my stupid heart skipped. Moon Goddess… this man was beautiful. Dark hair damp with sweat, a strong jaw, and a large body towering over mine. Every woman in the pack wanted him, but I had wanted him since I turned sixteen—or perhaps that was the year I realized what I felt for him was actually love. “You need to stop doing that,” he muttered. “Doing what?” “Hugging me like that.” I tilted my head. “Like what?” His jaw tightened. “Becca.” His voice dropped lower this time. Rougher. “You’re not a child anymore.” Heat instantly rushed to my cheeks, my heart pounding wildly. I stepped closer to him slowly. “So… you finally see me as a woman?” Enzo stared at me for a long moment before rolling his eyes and stepping around me. “That’s not what I said.” A smile spread across my face anyway. It was the first time he had ever admitted it aloud.
Woman. Not child. Not little sister. Woman. “You totally meant it that way,” I teased, following him happily. “I didn’t.” “You did. You’re blushing.” “I’m sweaty.” I laughed softly while he grabbed a towel and wiped his face roughly, clearly annoyed. But I noticed the slight redness near the tips of his ears, and that tiny detail made my chest flutter. “You’re impossible,” he muttered. “You love me anyway.” That made him pause, just for a second, before he exhaled heavily and looked away. “Go bother your sister, Becca. Or your friends. Or your father.” “No,” I replied to each one. He gave me a flat look. “You’re a headache.” “Your headache,” I corrected, smiling brightly. Enzo shook his head as if he were exhausted by me, but I caught the tiny smile threatening to pull at the corner of his lips before he hid it. “I’m going to rest,” he finally said, tossing the towel aside. “Can I come with you?” “No.” “Why?” “Because I want peace.” I gasped dramatically. “Wow. You’re so mean to me.” “You’ll survive.” I watched him walk away toward the back hall of the pack house, my eyes shamelessly following the broad width of his shoulders.
God, I was hopeless. Completely hopeless. About twenty minutes later, I skipped down the hallway toward Enzo’s room with a folded love letter in my hands. I had spent hours composing it. It was silly, but maybe if he saw how serious I was, he would finally stop treating me like a little girl. When I reached his bedroom, the door was slightly open. “Enzo?” I called softly, pushing it wider. Then I froze. The paper slipped from my fingers. My hands shook so hard I couldn’t even feel my fingers. I should have turned away. I should have run the moment the door creaked open, but my feet were rooted to the floor, my eyes trapped by a sight that was burning itself into my soul. Enzo wasn’t alone. He was with Sasha, one of the pack’s lead warriors. She was fierce, seasoned, and exactly his age. Unlike me—ten years his junior and still struggling to find my place. I watched him fuck her with a primal, brutal pace that made my stomach do a violent somersault. He had her bent over his heavy oak desk, her hands gripping the wood so hard.
Her dress was hiked up to her waist, bunched around her back, revealing the pale curve of her hips. Enzo stood behind her, his large, sweat-slicked body towering over her small frame. I saw the flash of the condom wrapped around his cock as it vanished back into her. Thwack. The sound of his hips slamming against hers was loud in the quiet room—a rhythmic, brutal sound. He didn’t look like the Enzo who teased me. He looked like a sex god. ”Enzo… God, Enzo,” Sasha moaned, her voice a broken, breathless moan. She arched her back, her chest pressing against the desk, her eyes fluttering shut in a trance of pure pleasure. He didn’t answer with words. He answered with a low, guttural growl that vibrated in the air between us. He pulled back, almost entirely out, before lunging forward again. I watched, paralyzed, as he slammed into her with a force that made the heavy desk creak. The sight of him—the raw, unbridled power of his body, the way he dominated her, the way he looked so satisfied—made a sickening heat flare deep in my own belly. It was wrong. It was devastating.
But as I watched him claim her, a part of me—a part I hated—ached with a desperate, terrifying desire to be the one under his hands. Then, his head snapped up. Our eyes met. Why You Can’t Be My Woman Rebecca’s POV Shock flashed across his face. Then guilt. Then something colder. “Rebecca,” he said sharply. I couldn’t breathe. Sasha turned to look at me confused, but Enzo never moved away from her. He didn’t push her off or cover himself. If anything, he glared at me, like he wanted this moment burned into my memory—like he needed me to finally understand that I didn’t belong in his world. “Enzo…” My voice cracked helplessly. “Get out!” “I…” My words failed me. His jaw clenched. “Get out!” His voice came out rough and deep. My chest hurt so badly I thought I might collapse right there. ”I…” My voice broke. I looked at Sasha’s flushed face, then back at Enzo’s cold, hard expression. ”Get out,” he ordered. He didn’t sound sorry. He sounded angry that I was interrupting him. He leaned forward, pressing his weight into the woman again, making her let out a low, breathless moan that felt like a slap to my face. “Leave, Rebecca. Now.” The cruelty in his eyes was worse than the sight of him with someone else.
He was showing me exactly what he thought of my “love.” To him, I was a child. To him, this was what a real woman looked like. The worst part wasn’t seeing another woman beneath him. It was realizing he could touch someone with so much hunger… and had never once touched me that way. I was unable to move, and my stillness annoyed him. Frustrated, he began to slam into her again—showing me that this could never happen between us. Unable to stand it, I ran out of the room. My vision was blurred with tears. I didn’t know where I was going; I just kept running. I ran blindly through the pack house. My chest hurt so badly it felt like someone had ripped my heart out and crushed it beneath their feet. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could see was Enzo—his hands on her, his body moving against hers, the cold look in his eyes as he told me to get out. I stumbled down the back steps of the pack house and into the forest behind it, choking on broken sobs. Branches scratched against my skin as I pushed deeper between the trees, not caring where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from him.
Away from the humiliation. My lungs burned painfully, but I kept running until my legs finally gave out near the cliff behind the waterfall. The same cliff Enzo used to warn me about when I was younger. “Stay away from the edge, little wolf,” he would say while carrying me on his back. “One wrong step and you’ll fall.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Little wolf. Little sister. Little girl. That was all I would ever be to him. I slowly walked toward the edge of the cliff, trembling violently as tears streamed down my face. The drop below was endless—dark rocks and raging water. One step. That was all it would take. Maybe then this pain would stop. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to remember the way he looked at another woman. Maybe then my stupid heart would finally stop loving him. I wrapped my arms around myself shakily as another sob escaped my throat. “Becca!” My entire body froze. Slowly, I turned around. Enzo stood several feet away between the trees, breathing heavily like he had been searching everywhere for me. His dark hair was messy, his shirt was half-buttoned, and his green eyes were locked completely on me. But it wasn’t anger on his face anymore. It was fear. Real fear.
His gaze dropped to how close I stood to the edge, and all the color drained from his face instantly. “Step away from there,” he said quietly. I laughed brokenly, wiping tears from my cheeks. “Why? So you can go back and finish fucking her?” I spat, taking a step closer to the drop. Enzo flinched in visible panic. “You are scaring me,” he said hoarsely. “Scaring you?” My voice cracked. “The almighty Beta Enzo is scared?” He took one careful step toward me. “Becca. Come here.” I shook my head. “No.” Instead, I decided to do something reckless and took two steps further. “Rebecca!” Terror ripped through Enzo’s face as my body disappeared over the edge. Everything happened so fast. Just before I crashed against the rocks, a giant wolf twisted and fell before me, forcing his own body against the sharp stone while mine landed against the thick warmth of his fur instead. A loud crack of bones echoed through the air. The wolf let out a savage howl of pain. “Enzo!” I screamed. I didn’t understand how it was possible, but he had moved faster than the wind to get beneath me. Blood splattered across the rocks beneath him instantly. His massive body trembled violently under mine, but he still pushed himself to his feet despite the obvious agony tearing through him. I stared in horror at the deep wounds ripped across his side where the rocks had cut into him. He had used his own body to protect mine. The giant black wolf lowered himself slightly, nudging me upward with his nose. I realized what he wanted immediately. Tears blurred my vision as I climbed weakly onto his back.
The moment I settled there, Enzo forced himself upright again with a pained growl. Then, he began climbing. Every movement looked agonizing. Blood dripped from his body onto the rocks while his breathing grew heavier with every step, but he never stopped. Not once. Even injured, he carried me carefully on his back the entire way up the cliff. By the time we finally reached the top, his legs were shaking violently. Several warriors rushed toward us in a panic. “Beta!” The massive wolf stumbled forward before collapsing heavily onto the ground. Then, the shifting began. Bones cracked. Black fur slowly disappeared. Suddenly, Enzo was there instead—naked, bleeding, and breathing harshly through obvious pain. A broken groan escaped his lips as he curled onto his side. Blood covered his shoulder, ribs, and back where the rocks had torn into him. My chest tightened painfully; I couldn’t breathe. One of the warriors immediately pulled off his shirt and covered Enzo’s lower body while the others carefully lifted him from the ground. Enzo hissed sharply the moment they touched his injured side. “Careful!” another warrior snapped urgently. I stumbled after them, my face wet with tears. “Enzo…” His eyes slowly lifted to mine. For a second, the coldness was gone. All I saw was a deep, crushing sadness. His lips moved, whispering words so low I could barely hear them.