Rebecca’s POV
I drank and drank.
By the time I forced down the last drop, the second bottle was completely empty, rolling away across the tiled floor.
My sight was blurry, the tiny room spinning around me in a dizzy circle.
My legs felt like jelly, but a dark, reckless courage was burning hot in my veins.
Now was the time.
I forced myself up onto my feet, staggering wildly as I tried to balance.
My legs could barely carry me, but I didn’t care.
I unlocked the door and stumbled out of the servants’ quarters.
It was already getting dark outside, and most of the pack members were inside the main mansion, winding down and preparing to end the day.
I staggered down the stone pathway into the cool night air, my head heavy and my chest pounding.
I kept walking, my eyes scanning the shadows until I finally spotted him.
Ryan was standing near the edge of the courtyard, leaning against a stone pillar, smoking a cigarette.
The small orange ember glowed in the darkness.
As soon as his hazel eyes landed on my swaying body, he tossed the cigarette to the ground and rushed over to me.
”Becca?
What’s wrong?” He reached out, grabbing my upper arms to steady me.
The moment he got close, he choked slightly, his nose twitching.
“Jesus, Becca…
you smell like a distillery.
How much did you drink?”
I let out a loud, sloppy laugh, the sound bubbling up from my throat.
I lifted my hands, slapping my palms against his warm cheeks, forcing him to look down at me.
”I want you to fuck me, Ryan,” I slurred, the words spilling out without a single ounce of shame.
Ryan froze.
His entire body went completely rigid under my hands, his eyes widening in pure shock.
“Becca…
what?
You’re out of your mind.
Why are you this drunk?”
”Because I want you to fuck me!” I giggled darkly, my head tilting back as the alcohol clouded my brain.
I leaned my weight entirely against his hard chest, my fingers digging into his hair.
“Please, Ryan…
fuck me.
Make me a woman.
Prove to him that I’m not some unripe little girl.”
Ryan shook his head quickly, his expression filled with worry as he tried to gently pry my hands away from his face.
“Becca, stop.
You need to calm down.
You don’t know what you’re saying; you’re completely wasted—”
”No!” I cried out, refusing to let go.
I pulled his face down with all the strength I had left, closing the distance and sealing our lips together for a messy, desperate kiss.
Before Ryan could even push me away, a terrifying, thunderous roar ripped through the quiet night air.
”What the fuck is going on here?!”
The voice was so loud, so dripping with pure, demonic Alpha authority, that it made the ground beneath us vibrate.
I turned my head sleepily, my blurred vision catching a massive shadow moving toward us at the speed of light.
Before I could even blink, a brutal, iron-tight grip wrapped around my waist.
With one violent yank, Enzo ripped me completely away from Ryan’s body, pulling me flush against his own chest.
I blinked up at him, my brain completely fried from the liquor.
I let out a loud, drunken hiccup, a mocking smile spreading across my lips.
”Excuse us, Alpha Enzo,” I slurred loudly, pointing a clumsy finger back toward his Beta.
“Ryan and I were just about to go fuck!
Don’t be a total party pooper.”
Enzo didn’t even look at me.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down against mine like a wild beast.
His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth would shatter, and his green eyes were flashing a dark, murderous gold.
He glared directly at Ryan, his claws extending from his knuckles, but he didn’t say a single word to him.
The silent rage coming off him was enough to kill a man.
Before Ryan could even explain, Enzo suddenly scooped me right off my feet.
He tucked one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, lifting me effortlessly into his massive arms.
He turned on his heel and began marching back toward the mansion with long, angry strides.
My head fell back against his broad, shirtless shoulder, my cheek pressing against his warm, tattooed skin.
Fuck.
Even in my completely ruined, drunken state, my body instantly reacted to him.
He smelled so incredible—like winter air, cedarwood, and fresh mint.
It was a scent that was hardwired directly into my soul.
No matter how much I hated him, and no matter how hard I tried to run to another man, I still wanted him.
I only wanted him.
He marched up the grand staircase, his heavy boots thudding against the floor with an angry rhythm.
He didn’t take me to the servants’ quarters.
Instead, he kicked open the double doors to his own master bedroom, carried me inside, and slammed the door shut with his heel.
With a rough but careful motion, he tossed me onto his massive, king-sized bed.
I bounced slightly against the soft mattress, the world spinning lazily around my head.
I laughed, a loose, drunken sound, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him through blurry eyes.
Enzo stood at the edge of the bed, his bare chest heaving as he breathed.
His jaw was ticking wildly, and those glowing, dominant gold eyes were staring down at me like he wanted to tear me to pieces.
”What the fuck were you thinking, Rebecca?” he snarled, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low growl.
“With Ryan?
In the middle of the courtyard where anyone could see you?”
”Why do you care?” I slurred, sitting up on my elbows, my reckless courage completely taking over.
I gave him a mocking, bitter smile.
“You don’t want me, Enzo.
You think I’m just a little girl.
A spoiled princess.
Unripe.
Remember?
So why shouldn’t I give my virginity to Ryan?
He actually thinks I’m attractive.
He actually wants to make me a woman!”
”Shut up!” Enzo roared, the sound vibrating through the entire room.
In a flash of pure Alpha speed, he crawled onto the bed, pinning his heavy, muscular body right over mine.
He grabbed both of my wrists and slammed them into the mattress above my head, locking me down.
His bare chest pressed hard against my breasts, his heat radiating through my thin dress.
”You will not let him touch you,” Enzo growled, his face inches from mine, his hot breath fanning across my lips.
“You will not let another man lay a single hand on your body.
Do you hear me?”
”You’re a hypocrite!” I screamed back, tears of frustration finally spilling over my lashes.
I tried to twist my wrists out of his iron grip, but he was too heavy, too strong.
“You touch Clara!
You let everyone else close to you, but you treat me like a disease!
If you won’t fuck me, Enzo, let someone else do it!
Let me move on!”
”I am saving your life, you foolish girl!” Enzo suddenly exploded, his voice breaking with a raw, agonizing pain that I had never heard from him before.
I froze, my drunken mind stumbling over his words.
Enzo’s chest was heaving, his green eyes wide and full of panic as he stared down at me.
“You think this is a game?” he choked out, his grip on my wrists shaking.
“You think I want to watch you run to another man?
It is killing me, Rebecca!
But I am doing this to save you from the absolute destruction of losing me!
When the time comes—”
He stopped abruptly, his jaw snapping shut as his eyes went wide with horror.
He realized exactly what he had just let slip.
”When what time comes?” I whispered, the alcohol suddenly feeling like it was washing out of my system, replaced by a cold dread.
“Enzo…
what do you mean?”