Rebecca’s POV
I didn't want to stop. Every single instinct inside me screamed to keep moving, to twist that porcelain doorknob, step out into the hallway, and put as much distance between myself and Enzo as physically possible. I wanted to just leave.
But as his ragged voice echoed through the high-ceilinged room, a heavy, familiar weight settled over my chest. I decided to obey. Not out of affection, and certainly not out of respect—but out of sheer, bone-deep exhaustion. I simply didn't have the energy to fight him anymore.
I turned around slowly, my movements stiff, and met his desperate gaze.
"What else do you need, Alpha?" I asked. My voice sounded flat, even to my own ears, completely stripped of the fiery emotion I usually threw at him.
Enzo flinched as if I had struck hi
